T12UR: Yo! What's up people? I finished up the second chapter of the revised fanfic. I'm deciding to leave Fate/Zero: Clash of Almighty Forces up there for a while to see what would happen, as I just want to see if there any last reviews or hits that will be given to it. Anyways, I do not own Fate/Zero, which belongs to its respective company. Go on and read!

Chapter 2: The Ensuing Fights

Saishu and Lancer were engaging in combat at blinding speeds, so fast that all witnesses had trouble following their movements. Saishu executed a series of rapid jabs before following with an uppercut and ending with a fierce snap kick. Lancer had avoided all except the snap kick, which he was forced to block and was sent flying backwards as a result.

Lancer quickly halted his momentum using the ground before launching towards Saishu in a quick burst of speed. He lunged with his lance, which Saishu dodged and countered with an elbow strike. Lancer tilted his head to the left and turned counterclockwise and swung his lance, which Saishu ducked under before aiming a 180 degree vertical kick at Lancer's face. Said Lancer stepped back and avoided the kick before bringing down the tip of Gae Dearg. Saishu quickly caught the blade of the spear with both of his hands as he held it just hanging over his face.

Lancer then performed a sweep kick. Saishu quickly forced Gae Dearg aside before doing a handstand on top of the spear and pushing off the ground, evading the sweep kick. As he flew over Lancer, Saishu quickly brought his foot back and attempted to kick the back of Lancer's head. Lancer quickly ducked and avoided the blow before swiftly jabbing his spear upwards. Saishu barrel-rolled out of the way and landed before he rushed again at Lancer. The process continues with different methods of attack each time.

"This…is…," Irisviel trailed off at a loss of words for describing the brilliant fight taking place.

Saber was also equally impressed as Irisviel. Each combatant was equal in swiftness, reflexes, and power. This was one of the impressive fights that she would only see between some of the best knights of her time.

Lancer cartwheeled to the side to avoid an axe kick that tore up the ground; he then made a swift lance that made a small cut on Saishu's cheek. But Saishu had also turned and planted his foot in Lancer's gut. Both combatants leapt back from each other and watched each other cautiously.

Saishu then held up his index finger as he muttered, "Cure." The cut on his cheek slowly closed up and left no trace of it behind.

"Healing magic as well? I guess you do specialize in many things," commented Lancer as he stood up straight.

Saishu had a small smile on his face, "True, and I must say, to even cut me once…you are a master of the lance. Now, shall we continue?"

"Yes. Let's…"

Saishu rushed at Lancer.

"But I must warn you…"

Lancer had then dug his front foot into the ground.

"A Noble Phantasm need not be just one weapon," thought Saber as she watched Lancer lift up the short spear from the ground. The purple talisman cloth unraveled from it as it revealed a yellow spear. "Another one?"

Saishu's eyes widened as he slowly moved to the right to dodge yellow spear that was kicked towards his arm. "It seems that I fell into his trap." However, it managed to cut into his arm and sever a tendon, making the thumb on his right hand useless. But he managed to keep up the momentum of the punch he aimed at Lancer.

Saishu's fist made contact with Lancer's face. Lancer coughed up a small amount of blood from the blow, as the impact was very painful. Lancer quickly leapt back while holding Gae Buidhe: Yellow Rose of Mortality in his other hand.

Saishu then looked at his wound and once again casted Cure…but the wound did not heal. "…That's odd. The wound is not healing. I am sure that I cast a healing spell on it."

Lancer wiped off a little of the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I guess you won't make things so easy. Still, I do like that!"

"Get to work, you fool. Finish that man off."

A light green aura surrounded Lancer as he felt the pain in his jaw go away. Lancer then readied both of his lances, the red one that he held in his right and the yellow one that he picked up from the ground with his lance.

"I apologize, my lord."

He looked at Lancer and asked, "Young man, do you mind explaining this?"

"I will simply reply that you may have gotten a little too overconfident," replied Lancer, "If you would have been more careful when you rushed at me that time, you could have avoided my Gae Buidhe."

Saber then looks at the two spears and suddenly, she had discovered something. Recalling back to the start of the battle she had noticed an enchantment that was being exerted from Lancer, particularly from the beauty spot on his face. It was a charm spell that had an effect on the opposite gender. And now that she saw his two lances, and learned that one of them had the ability to deal wounds that could not be healed…

Saber then questioned aloud, "I should have realized this earlier. A red spear that destroys magic, a cursed yellow spear, and a love spot beneath the eye that enchants women. Lancer, you are the first of the knights of Fianna, Diarmuid of the Love Spot, are you not?"

Saishu had a surprised look dawn on this face. "Is that young woman saying that this young man is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne? I can't believe it! I had been dueling with the first of Fianna's knights."

"Is that true young man?" asked Saishu, "If it is, then I apologize for not acknowledging you as such, Diarmuid-san."

"There be no need for formality, Hiraishin Heiwa," Lancer replied, "Now that you know my name, and I have been given yours, we can have a much more honorable battle. Or would this happen dissatisfy you, given the loss of one arm's use."

Saishu simply took out some gauze bandage and wrapped around the wound on his right arm. "No, let us continue. All that I've lost is just the use of one arm. I read once in a book about the knight's code of honor. Humiliating to concern over a simple scratch?"

Saishu then lifted one leg up. "Therefore, there's no need for you to have concern. Besides, I still have much more in my inventory that I've left to show you."

"Then let us continue. Next time, you're mine."

"We shall see about that, Lancer-san."

However, they were suddenly interrupted by thunder bolt that crashed down between them. Saber and Lancer were shocked by this interruption as they looked up to the sky towards its source. Nearly every single witness was looking up, excluding Saishu who had summoned his staff to his aid and held it with his left hand. Standing up straight, he calmly looks up to the sky towards the glorious sight descending from the heavens.

A large ornate chariot pulled by two large and strong bulls descended as its rider, a tanned man of large stature wearing red armor and a majestic cape, let out a war cry.

"ALALALALALALAAIE!"

"A chariot?" Irisviel gasped to herself in awe before she slightly shielded herself as the chariot landed on the ground between the two combatants.

Rider spreads out his arms as he demanded to both fighters, "Both of you, stand down. You are in the presence of a king!"

The man of large stature looked at Lancer, Saishu, AND Saber, making sure he had caught all of their attention. "I am Iskander, King of Conquerors! In this Grail War, I am of the Rider class!"

Lancer and Saber both looked at Rider in shock, thinking of how much of a fool he could be. He had just given out his name publicly.

Saishu looked at him in awe. "Amazing…this man is the famous Alexander the Great, greatest conqueror known to mankind? This Holy Grail War…Lancer, Saber, Rider…is this event bringing back legendary heroes of the past and augmenting them with their tales of fiction?"

Rider's Master, Waver Velvet, looks at his Servant as if he were completely insane. "Wh-What are you thinking, you idiot?!"

Rider flicked his Master in the forehead and sent him reeling. The great King of Conquerors looked at his Master with disappointment before he refocused his attention on the Servants and Saishu.

"Fate has brought us all to do battle for the Holy Grail, but first I would like to make you two an offer. You as well, Saber," Rider said, "What do you think…"

He declares aloud, "…of yielding the Grail to me, and joining my army? You would be treated as honored friends. And together, we shall share the joys of world conquest!"

Lancer shook his head at Rider's offer and stupidity. "I'm afraid I must decline your offer. I shall give the grail to only one man: my new avowed lord and Master." And finished his statement with a glare towards Iskander. "Not to you, Rider!"

"You ask of me to join your army? I decline. This would go against my honor as a knight, the idea of conquer," spoke Saber.

"I do not know of this Grail, but I would really have nothing against yielding it to you. However, I must decline your offer as well. The intention of conquer does not lie within me. That idea does sound fun, but I prefer to stand by the idea of peace," replied Saishu.

Rider rubbed a fist against the side of his head, thinking hard. Then he offered, "I'd be willing to discuss terms."

"Shut up!" Lancer and Saber shouted simultaneously.

Feeling rejected by their response, Rider tried to think of something else to convince them.

"And further, I am the rightful King of Britain. I could never lower myself to mere retainer, even if it was to a mighty king," Saber further added.

"King of Britain? Would that mean she is the famous King Arthur Pendragon? I thought he was a man! I guess a world's possibilities are endless," Saishu thought to himself.

"King of Britain? That would mean she is the famous King of Knights. I definitely would like to face her in combat sometime," Lancer though upon hearing this information.

"King of Britain, you say? How surprising!" Rider exclaimed joyfully, "I would have never expected the King of Knights to be a little girl!"

Saber, ticked off by that last comment, pointed her sword at Rider and challenged, "Then how would you like to taste this 'little girl's' blade, King of Conquerors?"

Rider lets out a sigh as he relented, "I guess negotiations have failed. What a waste. What a shame."

Waver was already comically crying as he let out a large shout, "RIDER!"

At the mansion…

Sega had been sleeping when a small voice echoed. "…rider…" He slightly twitched at this and muttered something inchoherent about people and how they should be quiet when someone's sleeping.

Back at the warehouses…

Kiritsugu looked down on the events occurring below from his perch on the crane. "That's the moron that nearly conquered the known world?"

Down below, Waver was berating Rider for his reckless actions. "What did you think you were doing?!"

"So you were the one, eh?"

Waver instantly froze upon hearing that familiar voice. He began to shiver in fear as he turned towards the voice's source.

"I had wondered what madness had compelled you to steal my relic. Who would've thought that you yourself had planned to enter the Grail War…Waver Velvet."

Saishu frowned slightly, as the man's words were having great psychological pressure on top of the young boy next to Rider. He felt the man's presence from atop one of the warehouses, though he layered himself with several Bounded Fields to hide his presence. The poor boy seems to be suffering from the words coming out of the man's mouth.

"How would you like me to school you privately? I'll teach you all there is to the fear and pain involved…when a magus kills one another."

Waver now looked like he was having a mental breakdown. However, Rider placed hand on top of his Master's back. Waver looked at his Servant in surprise. Rider had reassuring grin on his face as he closed his eyes and faced the direction of Lancer's Master, Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.

"Magus!" Rider boomed out, "So you were to be my Master, rather than the boy. How absurd! You, who don't ride out to the battlefield alongside his Servant, are not worthy to be my Master. A coward, lacking sufficient courage to show himself, is not nearly close to being worthy!"

Rider let out full-blown laughter as the Archibald heir's face contorted with rage at the words. Saishu smiled at this, for the boy seemed to have his troubles cleared. "Another mental note to put down. Alexander the Great is a person only the brave can join. He is kind, reassuring, and confident."

Rider's laughter died down a bit before he boomed out again. "And there are others, as well. Hiding themselves within the darkness!"

"What do you speak of, Rider?" questioned Saber.

Iskander held a thumbs up towards Saishu and Lancer as he explained, "Lancer. And man with the staff. Your duel was magnificient. Surely the sounds from your clash have drawn other Heroic Spirits to here."

"Iskander-san is correct. I detect several more presences, though I'm not sure about Heroic Spirits. A man and a woman, concealed among the warehouses. There's also a being with a similar aura like Rider, Lancer, and Saber, on top of the crane and far more concealed than the rest. Another man hides a distance away, though the energy he gives off is faint," Saishu thought to himself as he extended his senses to his surroundings.

Iskander then declared aloud, "Heroic Spirits, revived through the Holy Grail, gather here and now! Those too craven to show themselves will draw the scorn of Iskander, King of Conquerors!"

From somewhere afar…

Watching through Assassin's eyes, Kirei and Tokiomi were commenting about what Iskander said.

"This is…," started Tokiomi.

"Yes," continued Kirei, "Quite unfortunate."

"Quite unfortunate, indeed."

The two know that one will definitely heed that call, and that one person will not be happy.

Back at the warehouses…

A presence made itself known. Saishu looked as the golden particles start to materialize a figure on top of a lamppost. "I thought I felt two very faint presences exerting no energies. Looks like one is using prana to materialize itself."

All look towards it.

"That's…" started Waver.

"The Servant that defeated Assassin?" Kayneth continued.

The particles materialize a figure with blonde hair, golden armor, and crimson, slitted eyes. He exerted an aura of arrogance and power about him. "So, two lesser beings dare name themselves king's within even my presence?"

"I don't see a problem with that," replied Rider, "I am Iskander, the legendary King of Conquerors."

"What nonsense. I am the one, true king," Archer spoke with arrogance, "All others are mere pretenders."

"Someone's pretty arrogant," Saishu mentally comments to himself.

"Then how about you name yourself? If you're so insistent on that fact, then you shouldn't be troubled with giving it if you are a true king," pointed out Rider.

"So you would question me." Rider stomped hard on the lamppost and cracked its glass. "Me, the king? If you cannot discern my identity in the presence of my glory, your blindness will seal your doom, pretender!"

Two blades emerged from the air behind Archer. Saishu then could not help but say aloud, "You sure have a short temper, do you?"

Archer then glared at Saishu and aimed his two blades at him. "Silence, dog. You have no right to talk to the king, much less GIVE AN INSULT! Dogs like you should be facing the ground, as you have no right to gaze upon me."

"Ara, I'm sorry. I guess that didn't come out right. I shouldn't have said that you have a short temper…dear me, I said it again."

"SILENCE!" Archer prepared to fire both of his blades at Saishu. However everything was interrupted when a burst of dark, flame-like fog sprung forth and a black, shrouded figure emerged from it as it let out a roar of rage.

"Berserker?" spoke Saber. A new Servant had made its appearance, but several other Servants were present. It would be madness to send a Servant into a situation like this.

"Hey, King of Conquerors. Have any plans to invite him?" asked Lancer. Rider replied, "He does not seem to have interest in any negotiation."

Rider looked at Waver and asked, "Boy, how powerful is that Servant?"

"I-I can't tell. That thing is definitely a Servant, but I can't read its status or anything else about it," Waver replied nervously.

"It appears another difficult enemy has appeared."

Saber agreed with Irisviel. "That spirit has some curse or ability that conceals everything about him. But that isn't all. With four other Servants present, along with that man, we must be very careful."

Archer slowly looks down on Berserker, who was looking back at Archer. Disgusted, Archer said, "Who has given you permission to gaze upon me? Mad dog…"

He also looked back at Saishu. "Do not believe I have forgotten you, mongrel. You will die with the mad dog…"

He opened to more spaces in air, pointing two weapons at Berserker. "May both of your deaths provide me a modicum of entertainment, mongrels."

Archer launched the weapons with blinding speed towards both targets. Berserker, in slow motion, grabs the first blade that flew towards him and used it to strike down the spear that followed afterward, causing a miniature explosion. Saishu quickly used his speed to dodge both of the blades as the Noble Phantasms caused an explosion that ruptured the ground.

Lancer, already knowing about Saishu's superb speed, looked at the Berserker with surprise. "Is that truly a Berserker?"

"For a madman, he's quite versatile," commented Rider. Seeing his Master's confusion, "What, you couldn't tell? Let's see…that black thing had caught the first blade that flew towards him, and used it to destroy the second spear that approached."

"Quite impressive physical capability," thought Saishu, "Fast and strong. Quite a formidable fighter."

Berserker looked up upon the angry Archer, who stood on his lamppost in the heavens. "You dare to lay your filthy hands upon my treasures…you must have a death wish, cur!"

More weapons began emerging from behind Archer, expressing how angry he was feeling. Saishu looked on in surprise at this ability. "All these weapons…such power. It's tremendous!"

"Let us see how long your dirty tricks can let you live!" Archer spoke with rage as he fired all of the weapons at Berserker.

Berserker quickly grabbed two of the weapons that flew at him as the force sent him skidding backwards. The madman quickly began strike down the weapons as they flew at him. He continued to move around with agility and precision, unnatural for a Berserker, constantly swapping with other weapons as they flew at him. Then Berserker used the axe he held to strike down the Noble Phantasm, Vajra, and the resulting impact caused the ground to crack from the sheer energy generated.

And from the large dust cloud that formed, Berserker hurled the two Noble Phantasms he held at the lamppost Gilgamesh was standing on, which was cut down as Archer leapt from his throne in the heavens down to the earth.

Archer was now shaking from the pure outrage within him. "Fool…I belong among the heavens above…YET YOU WOULD HAVE ME SHARE THIS EARTH?! Your insolence has guaranteed your death!"

A giant wall of Noble Phantasms emerged from golden space behind Archer.

"That amount of weapons…packing that amount of power…could destroy a mountain or two! What in the world is this ability?" Saishu thought as he gazed upon Archer.

"Nothing will remain of your corpse, mongrel!"

"At this rate, I think I need to step in and stop this."

Somewhere a great distance away from the battlefield…

"Gilgamesh is serious," Tokiomi mutters to himself.

"He plans to open the Gate of Babylon even further," Kirei said from the church.

"Repeatedly exposing his Noble Phantasm to others…How rash."

"Your decision, Master Tokiomi?"

The Tohsaka head lifts up his hand with the Command Seal on it and concentrates. "By the power of my Command Seal, King of Heroes, quell thine anger and withdraw."

The Command Seal on his hand began to glow brightly.

Back at the warehouses…

Gilgamesh widens his eyes before angrily looking at the sky and questioning, "You think to order a King's withdrawal? You have nerve, Tokiomi."

"…You're leaving? What a shame," comments Saishu calmly. For some reason, he felt a little irritated with the golden-armored Servant.

Gilgamesh dispels Gate of Babylon: King's Treasure along with all the scattered weapons. He glares at Saishu. "Be grateful, mongrel. You shall know that my wrath is upon you. Rejoice."

Then he looks at the rest of the Servants, "Mad dog and pretenders! See that you have culled your numbers the next time we meet. Only a true hero is worthy to look upon me."

With that he disappears into particles of gold, leaving the battlefield. Saishu then muttered to himself, "I wonder what he defines as a 'true hero'."

However, something begins to become off in the atmosphere. Rage and killing intent was filling it. Saber quickly looked at the source most likely giving it off…Berserker.

The black thing began shudder as it gazed upon Saber. Then its trembling grew even more violent as Berserker let out a maddening roar as black tendrils emerged from its back.

"Irisviel, get back," warned Saber as she quickly grasped Invisible Air in her hands and got ready to defend. Berserker rushed to the remaining lamppost that Archer once stood on and ripped it out of the ground. He rushed at Saber with high agility and leapt, bringing down the lamppost he held in his hands.

Saber blocked it with her blade and expected its tip to slice off the lamppost, but the object remained durable against it. "What?"

Saber quickly parried the blow and struck back hard at Berserker, whom blocked the blow albeit skidding back from the impact.

"I see what his ability is. Whatever he grabs becomes his Noble Phantasm," Rider said, observing Berserker's odd ability on the lamppost.

"Noble Phantasm? I guess it is a special ability or weapon of the revived hero," thought Saishu, remembering Gae Dearg and Gae Buidhe.

Berserker rushes at Saber, who had been distracted momentarily, and clashes against her Invisible Air. Saber was purely on the defensive as Berserker was constantly attacking her with destructive assaults.

However, Saber began to forcefully parry the attacks, yet continued to struggle against the blow. Berserker then pushed Saber's Invisible Air aside as he opened her defenses. He then maneuvered the lamppost around and swung at the defenseless Saber.

Slash!

Lancer made a timely arrival as he cut off the head of the lamppost. "That's enough, Berserker. Saber is supposed to be my target. My Master orders it, and my pride cannot let you have her. If you wish to kill her, then you must face me."

"Lancer…," Saber trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"What are you doing Lancer?" questioned Kayneth, "This is your chance to defeat Saber."

"I will defeat Saber…," Lancer stated, "I swear it on my honor! If you insist I kill her here…"

He points Gae Dearg at Berserker. "Then I will first slay that rabid dog!"

"Please, my lord!" pleaded Lancer.

There was momentary silence. Saishu was awed by this honorable man. "So this is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Such honor! Worthy of being a knight. But what of his lord's reply?"

"With my Command Seal, I order you…"

"My lord!"

"What is this energy?"

"Help Berserker and kill Saber."

"…I can't believe it. For such a man to hurt Lancer's pride. A spell of powerful influence that forces obedience…"

Silence reigned as Lancer slowly turned around. He suddenly swipes both lances at Saber, who was shocked at this maneuver as she leapt back.

An expression of complete frustration darkened Lancer's face as he apologized. To think, he has to do this to a knight whom he wished to have an honorable battle with. "Saber, I'm sorry…"

Berserker trudges up silently as it stood next to Lancer. Saber stood ready to take on both.

"This is getting bad," thought Kiritsugu as he readied his sniper rifle, "I can't find Berserker's Master, and neither could Maiya. I'll just have to take out Lancer's Master here and now. It's the only way out this situation."

"Maiya, attack Assassin on my mark. Use suppressive fire," Kiritsugu issued to Maiya, who was now complying.

Six…

"Irisviel, flee now!" Saber shouted as Lancer and Berserker advanced, "Run while you can!"

"No I won't leave you like this," Irisviel replied, "Trust in your Master, Saber. He'll find a way out of this."

Five…

"This is rather dire," thought Saishu, "What should I do? Should I interfere?"

Saishu then noticed Rider, who was next to him, having a grin dawn on his face as he took the reins.

"Rider-san? Is he going to…"

Four…

"Looks like I will," muttered Saishu, "I can't stand by here and do nothing about it. I'll head out simultaneously with Rider-san."

Three…

Two…

One…

Kiritsugu was interrupted by the crash of lightning in the air. Rider had taken off on the Gordius Wheel .

"ALALALALALAAIE!" Rider lets out his signature battle cry.

Waver was crying comical tears as they rush at insane speeds towards Berserker and Lancer. Saishu also made his move as he rushed past the already fast Gordius Wheel and collided with Lancer, bringing them both out of the way Rider's attack as Berserker was caught under the unofficial, yet powerful Via Expugnatio.

Berserker was instantly flung away violently as it rolled along the ground. Saishu already began his next move as he reappeared before Berserker. "Sorry, but I need you to be decapitated for now."

Saishu launched Berserker up into the air with a powerful vertical kick as he leapt up high after it. He quickly readied a hand as he charged and formed a small glowing ball of yellow energy in his hand.

"Let's see how you stand up to one of the spells I made. Nucleo!"

Upon the small ball of energy impacting Berserker in this chest, it exploded into a large, powerful orb of nuclear energy as Berserker impacted the ground with an explosion that almost everyone was forced to shield their eyes from.

"That spell," Waver gasped upon seeing, "is nothing like I've ever seen before. The power behind it is incredible!"

Saishu landed on the ground as the Berserker laid there unmoving. It suddenly vanished into darkness, likely spirit form, as it left the battlefield as well.

"As you can see, our black friend will be retiring for the evening," said Rider, "Master of Lancer. I do not know from where you watch, but do not spoil the honor of knights with such petty tricks. Withdraw Lancer, or Saber, the magus, and I will eliminate your Servant, if you insist on humiliating him any further."

Kayneth's face had anger on it before it returned to a normal façade as he let out a sigh. "That's enough for tonight, Lancer. Withdraw for now." With that, Lancer's Master left the field.

Lancer looked at Saishu and Rider. "I thank you both."

"It's nothing, really!" Rider simply replied, "I enjoy watching the flowers of a battlefield bloom."

"Yes," said Saishu, "And knight like you shouldn't be dishonored like that. That would be a shame. And let's say I consider you a good person, Lancer."

He held out hand to shake. The knight looked at it before took it and complied. Lancer looked at Saber to see her thoughts on how things turned out, but she didn't have a problem.

With that done, Lancer lets go and says, "Hiraishin Heiwa, let us continue our fight another time."

Saishu gave a nod. "I look forward that, Lancer-san."

Lancer vanishes into spirit form and follows after his Master. The remaining people visible on the battlefield were Rider, Saber, Irisviel, and Saishu.

"When you first arrived, what was your intent, King of Conquerors?" questioned Saber curiously.

"I wonder that, too," agreed Saishu.

"Well, I don't really think these things much," admitted Iskander, "I simply felt the need to meet all of you."

Saishu nodded, "That does come up within select people. However, I'm taking a guess that you look forward to fighting either Lancer or Saber in the near future, do you not?"

Rider scratched the back of his head in thought. "Yes, that seems to be the right answer; but I also look forward to a fight with you, magus."

"Me?" asked Saishu, "I just happened to stumble into this whole struggle on accident. But now that I participated in that scuffle with Lancer, it looks like I will be constantly targeted. How troublesome…Aw, but what do I have to complain. I met such interesting people today, and learned so much more about to going-ons here in Fuyuki. So in reply to your statement, I too look forward to a battle with you, Rider-san. Oh, and please call me Hiraishin Heiwa. It feels rather uncomfortable to be called 'magus'."

Rider gave a nod as he took up the reins of his chariot. "Farewell, Hiraishin! You as well, King of Knights! I hope to enjoy our next meeting as much as I did this one."

"Boy, do you have anything nice to say to the lady and gentleman?" asked Rider. No response. Rider picked up the now unconscious Waver Velvet and sighed. "I wish he would man up a little more."

With that, he flicked his reins and rode off into the night sky on as path of lightning. Saishu then looked at Saber, who also complied. "…Who knew that I would get to meet the legendary King Arthur in person? Though, the fact that you are actually a woman seems to peak my curiosity."

"What exactly are you? I can already tell that you are not simply a mere magus," questioned Saber. Saishu replied, "Good question. However, perhaps we should save that for another day, another night. My little brother would be incredibly worried at how late I am."

Saishu leapt on top of a warehouse and spoke to Saber, "Let us meet again, Saber-san. I look forward to it."

With that, Saishu vanished with a flicker. Saber could not feel any presence of the man anymore. Irisviel quickly rushed over to take a look at the wound on Saber's arm as the said young woman couldn't help but think that this war will turn out to be very interesting.

The next morning at the old mansion…

Sega awoke with a yawn as he entered the kitchen. He then saw his older brother there cooking up something delicious. Sega went to the dining room and sat down as Saishu came in moments later with a variety of Japanese dishes.

"Where were you last night, big bro?" asked Sega as he ate the rice out of his bowl. Unknown to Sega, an Assassin was watching them from outside the house within the shadows. Suddenly, a silhouette was behind it as the figure muttered, "Sorry, but I don't appreciate any spying at this house." And the Assassin was quickly incinerated before it could think. The clone Saishu crafted from his energy dissipated.

Saishu looked at Sega. "I apologize, Sega. I was out having…fun."

[Chapter End]

T12UR: That's a wrap!

Sega: Hey, that was quick! Never seen you update this quickly.

T12UR: Yeah, I sort of got a more confident feel in this fanfic than the last. Anyways, hope you readers enjoyed the chapter. Look forward to the next one.