A/N: SO SORRY! I apologize for the wait, and I know it's short, but I write in small bursts! So, without further ado, ON TO CHAPTER 2!
On their way back to the estate, Illya got to learn more about the mysterious Berserker. He was warm and friendly, and while a perfect gentleman, he was unafraid to trade sarcastic remarks with her. He was all too happy to regale her with stories of the places he'd been when he was alive, from the palaces of India to the gutter of London.
There had been a brief pause when a pack of wolves had attacked, but Berserker quickly took care of them with a sword that disappeared in a flash of white light. It had allowed her to observe him in battle, and she was impressed with what she saw.
Due to his intelligence and skill with swords, he could have been a viable candidate for Saber, but his wild, violent fighting style was definitely that of a Berserker. How she had ended up summoning such a unusual Servant, she didn't know.
The only thing wrong with this Servant was his identity. Illya had been ordered to summon Herakles, not an unknown man with such unusual abilities. By summoning this strange Berserker, she had disobeyed her grandfather's orders. Her grandfather had tried to punish her for her insubordination, the key word being tried.
"What is this?" Jubstacheit sneered, gesturing a wrinkled hand towards Berserker. The Servant frowned, glaring daggers at the elder man.
"I summoned Berserker as ordered, sir." Illya said quietly. Her grandfather turned red with fury.
"I ordered you to summon Herakles, not some unknown hero!" He yelled, and he raised a hand to strike her. Illya flinched, and that was all Berserker needed.
Before his hand could connect with Illya's face, Berserker had intercepted him. He held Jubstacheit's wrist in a death grip, not quite enough to break it, but tight enough to prevent him from moving. That didn't stop him from struggling.
"Unhand me, filth!" Jubstacheit snarled, and Berserker's grip tightened. His struggles became just a bit more frantic. Berserker laughed lightly at his panic.
"How does it feel, to be at another's mercy? Not pleasant, is it?" He said. Juberstacheit sputtered, but Berserker cut him off with a harsh squeeze of the wrist.
"Let's get something straight." Berserker's voice was dead flat,"If you ever try to hurt my Master ever again, I. Will. End. You." With each word, his grip got tighter, until there was a sickening CRUNCH!, and Jubstacheit let out a scream of pain. Berserker chuckled darkly. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Berserker released his wrist, and Jubstacheit crumpled to the ground clutching his ruined wrist.
Berserker turned to Illya, who still stood there, stunned. She was brought out of her stupor when she locked onto Berserker's eyes. They were not the whimsical silver that had become rather familiar in the hours before, but a mesmerizing caramel gold that glowed with power. He blinked, and then his eyes were back to his sweet silver.
With a smile, he herded her off to bed. She dismissed the change of eye color as a trick of the light, but the feeling of uneasiness remained.
A/N: Okay so I made a few changes to Allen's abilities in his transition from living, to the Throne of Heroes, to Servanthood.
First, the Sword of Exorcism is now a completely separate piece, and is now a normal blade.
Second, yes, Neah is Allen's Berserker Mode. When Neah comes out to play, you better run.
Third, I had a few ideas on how to incorporate the Ark into the story as a part of Allen's fighting style, but there are no certainties.
Fourth, there are going to be some MAJOR Universe Alternations in this fic. But, no SPOILERS!
Fifth, let me clarify something: THERE WILL BE NO ROMANCE IN THIS FIC! DO YOU SEE ROMANCE AS A GENRE IN THIS FIC?! NOPE! So unless I'm in a completely giving mood, there will be no romantic relationships, but plenty of platonic relationships!
Sixth, The mood of the story can change at a moment's notice.
EXTRA UPDATE
I HAVE STATS!
Berserker
True Name: Allen Walker
Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern
Alternate Classes: Rider, Saber
Parameters
Strength: A
Endurance: A
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: A
Class Abilities
Mad Enchantments: D
Due to his unique circumstances, Neah possesses this ability, allowing Allen to retain a sound mind. However, if Neah were to ever take control in a battle, he would destroy everything in his path.
Personal Abilities
Battle Continuation: A
Allen's Battle Continuation comes from the will to protect others, to the point that that he'd fight until he could no longer move.
Independent Action: A
Eye of the Mind (True): B
Charisma: C
While not quite able to lead armies and vast empires, he is able to charm anyone with his charming smile and polite manner.
Swordsmanship: B
Noble Phantasms
Holy Gladiator
Rank: A- A+
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
A powerful combination of shield and sword, with the near-impossible-to-pierce Crown Clown and the Sword of Exorcism. Only Noble Phantasms can pierce Crown Clown. Due to Allen's uniquer circumstances as the only Innocence holder in the Throne of Heroes, Holy Gladiator is the one Noble Phantasm that Gilgamesh doesn't have.
Due to his ascension to the Throne of Heroes, the Sword of Exorcism was changed. It can harm all those corrupted by the Grail or long exposure to mana. AKA the reason why he was able to kill the wolves in the Black Forest.
However, when he uses Holy Gladiator, he has to be careful about how close he is in proximity to Illya. Due to her homunculus heritage, prolonged exposure to Crown Clown is potentially fatal, but her human heritage slows the effects down. A pure homunculus's soul would be separated from its body in a matter of minutes.
Ark of Noah
Rank: E~A++
Type: Support
Acts as a method of teleportation, allowing him to attack his opponent from any direction he chooses, or summon objects by opening portals under them.