CHAPTER TWO

*Crack intensifies*

On a side note, you don't have to understand much to get what's really happening, but assuming you know as much as I do about Fate (lol a little more than the minimum to get what's going on) then you'll get how broken this is.)

...Servants all have stats, and they correspond to the 'Base stats' that you mention, in the world where we are but Monsters in your pocket. Strength, Endurance, Magical Power, Agility, Luck, and our Noble Phantasms. Each has a 'rank' that represents power. I specialize in hitting hard and fast, and as a Lancer my speed is nearly doubled. I can feel that you've reinforced your body to hold more of your 'quirk,' meaning that comparably, you're a weak servant at the moment. Y'know Beedrill… I like the sound of that, but do you know what's better? Are you alright, Master? Better, I think it's time to go hunting. A grin split his features, a glint in his eye that didn't bode well. I know the capabilities of one of the strongest servants in this war and I can fight better than nearly any other possible Master here, and I know their habits. A thrum of determination to save his friends before anything went wrong filled his chest like a balloon, the pressure only compounding the effect. Izuku stepped out into the street, glancing around and seeing only fences surrounding traditional Japanese homes. How long can you hold your transformation? Five Minutes, Master. "Are there any people around?" No Master, but I can sense that the other Masters are all within the city limits at the moment.

A chuckle echoed from somewhere to the left, green eyes fixing on a smug grin. The grin grew hungry, a madness alighting in his eyes. "Berserker, do you think anyone else wants to play?" The implications hit Izuku a moment before it was too late, Lightning crackling through his skin as the deep blue and red blur attempting to run him down from the right. Shit. His blood ran cold at the towering figure before him, all reason within the Garchomp's eyes gone, the monstrously large figure towering over him. They're only supposed to be 6'3 why is he more than 2 and a half meters…! The ground type rushed forward again, Lancer stepping in to pull Izuku out of the way. Get the other Master, I'm not sure how long I can hold him off, and we are not blowing the Noble Phantasm in the first five minutes of combat.

The bug type threw his green haired companion onto the street near the building Monoma was standing on, the madness in his eyes only intensifying as he hopped down, the gleaming, hazy eyes fixed upon the boy in green. Lightning intensified in how quickly it arced around for a moment, the 15% ramping up even further as Deku filled in any holes with Reinforcement magic, a wild grin filling his own face.

Monoma rushed forward, arms stretched out to catch his enemy, to get a touch, to sate his hunger.

Deku jumped over, landing a punch to Monoma's left arm. Monoma just grinned as Izuku's gloves and hand were shredded, leaving Monoma perfectly fine. "What…? Monoma, what did you do?"

The red eyed menace didn't respond, only rushing forward again as Deku jumped back, letting enhanced instincts do the work as he frantically thought of a solution. Lancer, how are things going? His Noble Phantasm means that if I touch him, I take more damage than he does, and I don't have time to boost. Deku's blood ran cold as he realized. Lancer, we need to retreat. NOW. Beedrill's mental voice was choppy, filled with pauses and grunts as he narrowly avoided Garchomp's blows. Master, he's too, quick. I have the greater speed, but his charging speed, and tunneling, mean he can keep up, wherever we try to, run. Knowing this figure, he can also sense our movements via sensing vibrations on the ground, his only weakness is his absolute madness as a Berserker.

Deku's grin began to return, a sliver of his own sanity still visible through the mad plan. I need you to lead Garchomp to where we are. Are you insane?! He'll tear you apart like a wet tissue! Trust me. Crazy brat… incoming. You have 10 seconds. "So, you've managed to copy your Servant's abilities as a quirk. Not bad, but it seems that madness is there too, isn't it? I don't suppose you'd be up for some time for me to prove 1-A as better now would you?"

The gleaming red eyes alit with more fury, downright murderous rage by now. The tremors of heavy footsteps were nearing, and Deku jumped just as the two would have reached him.

Taking the shot. Wait, he's going to be in the air. How can you tell? I know his plans, they're thorough and will solve any problem in front of him. In that case… The arrow flew straight towards the quartet, just as the boy jumped into its path. ...it's a good thing we're smart enough to avoid head on fighting. Well done with the recon milady.

That's not all, Iida is approaching from the other side of the city, Kirishima is far above, coming down now, Ibara is… eugh, well, she's not a problem at the moment, and Hagakure is… Archer. Hmm? What does a different colored aura mean? His voice was cool and collected as he scanned the air, finding the truth in her words. I don't know, the eyes were fabled and considered myths. Who's the last master? Silence and pain for a moment were his only answer.

Master? It's nothing, just a bit of eye strain. Don't strain yourself, there has never been a war that lasted only one-Don't you dare jynx it. An amused undercurrent appeared for the both, a small feedback loop forming. I'm not an ice type you know.

A house collapsing from the great wingbeats of a red, white and blue bird killed the mood faster than cutting one of the lines. Why. Because when you're double the size of a normal Braviary, who are known for fighting Druddigon for damned sport, you almost have to be a legend. The duo sighed, focusing on the new threats for the moment, dismissing the outpouring of magical power that was Garchomp's fading form.

What could possibly go wrong?

Jumping into an arrow sucked.

Jumping into an arrow fired by a Servant was a bit less than recommended. The blow had shorn straight through the reinforcement and One for All, no resistance as the shadow-y energy faded out of existence.

Master! Beedrill rushed over, deflecting a glancing blow from the fading Garchomp despite the lance in place of his hand contorting to near uselessness. ANSWER ME BRAT! I'm not gonna, hah, hahahahaaaaah, s'n't like i'm gon' be dyin' any time soon, y'kn'w?

The poison type growled, an odd buzzing coming from the comically small bug. Get up. We're heading to the forest, I can feel almost every other servant approaching. I can still fi-guh! Attempting to stand up, the boy coughed blood nigh instantly, his nerve endings screeching worse than any steel beam being torn at his stomach. Oh hell no, kid. You are grounded, now shut it. The bug cursed his lances again, wishing for some way to get a good hold on the kid as he dragged him away, instead forced to drag the kid along the ground, wings fluttering mightily as the trail of blood grew ever longer. Hang in there kid… I know herbs that can save your reckless ass…

Keep firing, even a target that big can't take hits forever. Yes, Master. She rubbed her temples, hissing at the boiling temperature. Unstoppable my ass. Hmph. I still say those herbs will help. Again, not a Pokemon. Don't feel like risking my life when there's no reason. She could feel his smirk as he landed a particularly good shot. Your headache. Be careful though, you really can boil your brain like that.

A quiet swish in the bushes caught her attention, a burning curiosity, a want to know what was happening was just out of reach.

The want was balanced by the equally important want against having her head melt, and so the eyes stayed closed. It was odd though, they only that one bush had moved, like there was some-Her eyes snapped open, the burning ignored as panic blazed. Archer, what Servant did you say was missing? What's wrong, it was Assas-DAMN! On my way!

He was rocketing over, burning Prana like cheap charcoal. The Presence was suddenly revealed, a dark type flitting around like a madman, a red crest covering its head and three other forms near it-pAiN-She shut her eyes and cradled her head, rocking back and forth as it got worse and worse, the lines on her own hands becoming gaping voids, pulsing opposite to the rhythm of her heart in her ears, she could see the blood pumping through her skin, the moss suffocating the tree she was sitting on as suddenly, being so high up didn't sound like such a good idea.

Master, no, not like this, not right now! WAIT! A single wiggle from the edge of the dangerously swaying hammock, disgusting amounts of nausea filling her head as she swayed from side to side, a warmth filling her face as Archer's worry meant that she'd be okay, he would take care of things. She yawned, stretching out her arms and legs as a pulling sensation dragged them in front of her eyes. Heheheh, 'in front'… Why was they canopy shrinking?

He was delirious, a spike of panic driven into the headache as he curled up and groaned in pain, Lancer's voice saying something incoherent in the background. He felt tired, and giving up would be so easy… Why was he trying again?

"...power, isn't it?!"

"...fight again!"

Huh… what were these images? These voices? They were…

"...bad luck to fall…"

"...hope for one in your next life…"

… Maybe he should just-Kid! DOOOOODGE! "You can be a hero." Green lightning flared as he shoved against the ground, a pale blue blur spearing through the spot he was just in, shearing away small chunks of grass. Blearily, he landed and stood up.

A black and red blur was flitting all around, Lancer blocking every vicious attack by pure determination, the heavy presence in the air nearly thick enough to choke on. The green haired boy stood swayed but stabilized himself by stepping back, a whoosh of air right where his head was a moment ago setting off every instinct he had, the boy whipping around to see his opponent.

No one's th-A fist slammed into his face, disorienting him as he fell down, feeling a foot slam into his chest and pin him to the ground. With his last bit of breath, he squeaked out, "Hagak-UGH!" She brought her heel up and slammed it into his chest, knocking the breath out of him and disrupting his concentration, One for All and the reinforcement falling away.

A hungry hiss rung in the air, the invisible girl's voice distorted and nearly unrecognizable. "You, you you little BASTARD!" She seethed, breathing heavily as the weight on his chest let up again. He held up his arms to cover his chest where her foot would be, the bare foot pushing him deeper into the soft earth, but not bashing through his makeshift defense. Not quite, but she was pressing her advantage.

His voice was tinged with a deeper baritone as he struggled with the awkwardly angled foot, keeping her from lifting it back up for another strike and keeping it from crushing his chest. "What's wrong? Why are you doing this?! Hagakure, we're classmates, we're friends!"

Her voice was quiet as she paused her assault, Midoriya giving her time. "Friends? You think we're friends?" She laughed, a high, clear, innocent sound. "Have you ever heard the phrase 'out of sight, out of mind?' Yes? Well good for you!" Her voice raised into her normal range at the end, dripping with faux cheer before morphing into a snarl, "Now try living it! No one knows what this is like! I can't have anyone go after me for my looks, I can't have fun with other girls, I don't get anyone asking me why there are bags under my eyes, I can't even see a doctor about pimples! I don't have anything at this point!" He could feel her eyes narrowing on him, filled with more rage than Monoma's ever had.

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Yeah I did that. K imma just see you guys later since this was all written in a day so far b~ye.