Hello dear readers, it is I, Merlin. (say that again but with a Scottish accent.) Man, it's been so long since I've used that intro. First fight scene, have fun guys and girls cus' it is awesome. I hope I haven't kept you guys waiting too long, I had some personal stuff to do. *cough*Fgo*cough* Anyway, enjoy.

Ozymandias looked out of the vehicle's window and set his eyes on the landscape of Romania. It was truly distinct from Egypt's palm trees, sand dunes and giant monuments and temples. He had refused to revert back to spirit form and decided to accompany the young saint to observe if she was worthy of his aid and guidance. She had yet to prove her worth to his illustrious self and he would not accept any half-assed effort.

The maiden sat next to him at the back of the car internally screaming at the fact that the pharaoh had decided to not leave her presence for the next few days. She turned to take a glance at the clothes the handsome man had decided to wear. He wore a black open blouse under a grey vest and black dress pants held by a belt. Under his blouse, he wore the gold necklace that had been used to summon him to the world of the living. To finish off the look, he wore gold bangles on his wrists.

The Holy Maiden simply wore Laeticia's clothes, a white sleeveless backless blouse under a blue blazer lined with white and a blue tie. She also wore blue mini-shorts and stockings.

The mediator of this war suddenly jerked her head to the distance. While her command seals had lost their effects upon the black and red servants, she could still feel their presence on the mortal world and a powerful presence was heading straight towards them. She turned towards the sweet old man that had served as their ride.

"Mister Zelretch, could you drop us off right there, please."

She asked politely to their helper. The old man stopped the car on the side of the road and turned towards her. His swept-back grey hair, beard, and the suit made him look very gentlemanly. He gave her an amused look and questioned her.

"Are you sure you want me to drop you off in the middle of nowhere? I already said I have business in Trifas and that I don't mind dropping you off."

The blond-haired woman smiled in appreciation at the man's kindness, from the knowledge granted to her by the grail, not many humans from this era were even this kind. She was glad people could still show such compassion.

"Yes, we are grateful for your compassion, but we need to be dropped off here. It was nice talking to you Mister Zelretch. I hope we meet again someday."

The elderly gentleman smiled, the glint in his eyes going unnoticed by the young blond girl.

"Very well then, I hope you two have fun together. You should enjoy your honeymoon while it lasts."

He said this as the two he had seemingly confused as a couple. The younger of the two heroes blushed a bright red and denied the old man while the brown-haired God-King laughed at their benefactor's error.

The two watched the kind man drive off, their faces turning slightly serious. The Pharaoh changed into his original clothes, a white cloak, black detached skin-tight sleeves under golden armored arms. His hip area was armored with gold pieces with blue designs. He wore black baggy pants with holes cut out under the knees. His blue and gold stripped curved staff appeared in his hand.

His summoner did the same, summoning her combat clothing. Her flag also materializing in her hand.

A white-haired and golden-armored (What is it with men and golden armor these days?) man materialized from spirit form a few meters in front of them. He held a majestic divine spear that was taller than him and held a presence of destruction.

The obvious Lancer servant looked at them with an impassive gaze, his eyes seemed to narrow towards the ancient pharaoh.

Jeanne d'Arc walked towards him.

"Lancer of Red, may I ask what you are doing here?"

The legendary spearman leaned on his spear, his face as emotionless as before.

"I have been tasked by my master to eliminate the servant Ruler. I did not expect her to have another servant with her."

The man revealed his goal of killing her without any hesitation.

His target jumped away from him the instant she saw his spear lashing out towards her. Her supposed enemy stood with his spear pointed towards her Rider.

"Will you interfere in this battle?"

The Pharoh smirked at his master.

"This is your chance to prove yourself to me. Solve this problem in any way you see fit and after this is all done I will tell you my verdict."

The saint grimaced, while she could hold the Lancer off for a few minutes, she would eventually lose. She had no chance of winning against someone like the Hero of Charity, he is a servant that could stand up to Gilgamesh if he unleashed the full might of his divine spear.

She would need some help with this.

"Could you give me some help, Saber?"

The knightly form of Saber appeared between her and the one sent to eliminate her. He gave her a reassuring smile before turning towards the white-haired demigod.

"I do not appreciate you attacking my master as you did, Lancer. I will give you one chance to back off. If you do not, I will have to defeat you."

Britain's greatest legend raised his invisible sword towards his opponent.

"So, what will it be?" Questioned the King of Knights.

The enemy raised his spear, intent clear. The Son of the Sun God charged, fire blazing behind him. He thrust his weapon forward, but Saber deflected it with his sword. The Lancer didn't let up his attack and continued his flurry of strikes. Strike to the head, deflect. Strike to the heart, block. Strike to the neck, counter. The fight continued on with Arthur mostly on the defensive. Arthur jumped back to give himself some ground. He steered the tip of his sword towards Karna, wind coalesced around his sword. The wind started to become so powerful that it tore the land around him to pieces.

"INVISIBLE AIR!"

The King shouted the name of the weaker version of his noble phantasm. The wind around his sword exploded forward tearing the landscape apart from the power put in it. The Lancer knew he wouldn't have the time to dodge. He had two options, take the hit and see if Kavacha and Kundala would protect him or use one of his noble phantasms. His choice made, his right eye glowed red with power.

"O'Brahma, Cover the Earth! Brahmastra!"

A beam of divine energy punched right through the whirlwind and headed straight towards Arthur whom reacted fast enough to form a wind barrier and shield himself with Excalibur. The laser blasted through the barrier and met Excalibur. The Sword of Promised Victory cut right through Brahmastra. Arthur still received some damage, his armor and clothes being slightly singed. He raised his sword, ready to restart the battle, but a voice cut through the tension.

"Get that Lancer, Saber!"

A silver-haired man jumped in front of Ruler's Saber and attacked the Lancer of Red. A fat blond-haired man ran towards Ruler.

"No need to worry Ruler. The Yggdmillenia faction has arrived to help."

Aaaaaaand done. Merlin out.