Greetings once again. Here with the second half I wrote up of this story as a primer. Already 2 reviews which is greatly appreciated, so thank you. I have much more in store planned for this story. I'll reply to reviews at the end to hopefully sate your curiosities.

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"Saber appear." Barks out Gordes from the comfort of his overly luxurious chair in his room. His foolish servant almost revealed his name at the summoning! After realizing that two of the other servants vaguely knew each other he wasn't going to take any chances of jeopardizing his chances at the Holy Grail. Not with a servant of his caliber at his disposal.

Saber materialized wearing from head to toe his bulky black iron armor in a standard knights stance one would assume while waiting orders. Saber is a man of few words, as he has always preferred his actions and blade to speak for him instead.

"So tell me Saber, what is your wish from the Holy Grail." Growls Gordes as he takes a sip from an dark alcoholic beverage that rests on his side table next to his chair. Saber removes his helmet to look his portly master in the eyes, as well as not have his helmet obscure his speech due to the echo.

Saber possess a face of someone of rough features, many scars and lines littering the dark brown mans face paired with a scraggly black beard, topped with amber colored eyes. The true look of some who has had their share of licks, but lived long enough to deal plenty of damage to would be foes.

"My wish master? To think of it, I can grant it myself honestly. I don't need the grail persay."

Baffled by his servants answer Gordes guffaws, "Nonsense Saber, of course you must have a wish for the Grail, that is the whole point of summoning you! I know nothing of your legend, Iron Tarkus, but you wish me to believe you can achieve your goal without it? Blasphemy."

"It's true master. I simply want to fight one last honorable battle, one that my death denied me. I can achieve that here on the battle ground against the other servants, so essentially the Grail is nothing to me." Tarkus explains with a shrug.

"Bah. Such a short sighted servant. I will call you later. You are dismissed." Gordes grumbles with a quick wave of his hand as he return his attention to his beverage. Gordes couldn't believe he had garnered such a strong servant that only wanted to die. Such a stupid waste of power.

(Elsewhere in Yggdmillenia Estate)

To say Gough was enjoying himself would be an understatement, we was being treated so kindly. His master Fiore though a women crippled from the waste down treated him with kindness that most other beings during his life hadn't the ability to show him. In truth it made him miss his longtime comrades even more, his only friends he ever really had. Knight Artorias with his staunch will and dry humor. Ciaran with her motherly attitude and strictness. And ofcourse Dragonslayer Ornstein with his charisma, leadership, and ability to know what to do next. Oh, what Gough wouldn't do to see his beloved friends again, but atleast Fiore is company enough for now to keep down the giants nostalgia.

"Do you like the tea Archer?" Fiore asks her large Archer who barely fits into the room, let alone the chair at which he is sharing tea with his master. From an outside look, it would seem something out of the circus with a large man holding a teacup in a chair that looks like it's on the verge to break from his sheer size.

"Hmmmm, it is splendid. Thank you." Gough replies as he takes another sip of the herbal tea.

"Now tell me Archer, what is your wish for the grail? Mine is to be able to walk again, and since we are both impaired so to speak, would yours perhaps to regain your vision?" Fiore hesitantly queries as she does not know her servant quite well and doesn't wish to offend such a large imposing figure.

Gough laughs at her guess. It's hoarse and deep, but a genuine chuckle he hasn't had the pleasure of in ages. His sight is the least of his worries, oh how the young think mused Gough within his the other side of the table, Fiore looks a bit gloomy as she believes her servant is mocking her for her wish.

"I know it is a selfish wish, but please don't judge me too harshly. It's truly what I want" laments Fiore.

Realizing his slight faux pas, Gough corrects the young lady, "Apologies, I wasn't laughing at you. Just your guess at my wish. I think that is a fine wish. Live thy life as thou seest fit. I shall not judge you at all master."

Fiore feels instantly reassured hearing the gentle giants words of wisdom, but ponders what his actual wish is.

"Sorry. It's my fault for being presumptuous. So what is your wish?"

"Ahhhh, yes. That. I just want to see my friends again. Have one last meeting like old times. I've become quite nostalgic in my later years, and I'd like a proper farewell. Then I can be at peace with the world." Gough dreamily discloses as he puts down his teacup while tilting his head towards the ceiling.

Fiore smiles at the large servants simple wish as it is pure as any wish could be. The man just wants to see his beloved ones again. A noble but not uncommon wish amongst many. Though it does still beg the question, what shall Fiore do with a servant class Archer who can't see? Fiore furrows her brow as she thinks to prepare her question carefully, trying to use her best manners like she had been taught from a young age.

Gough sensing the young woman's distress decides to break the brief silence, "You may be curious to my skills as an Archer, but rest assured young Master, I didn't earn my title of greatest archer in my time for nothing. If you wish, I can demonstrate."

Startled by her servants perceptiveness she nods, which than Fiore berates herself since the man is blind and replies, "That'd be excellent Archer. I'll lead the way to the roof."

Standing up carefully to not knock over the table Gough faces down on his master and declares, "Now, let me show you how Gough hunts!"

(Outside of Yggdmillenia estate)

To say Caules was confused by the nature of his servant would be an understatement. It is widely known that the Berserker class's communication is sub par, but his servant could speak fine. It's what he has said since introducing himself that has made absolutely no sense, only recognizing orders and going on about 'His Lady's painting'. Such a weird servant indeed.

What Caules couldn't deny was his servants combat skills as he was testing out various abilities to get an idea of what his servant was capable of, and surprisingly a lot. Equipped with a broken greatsword, a repeating crossbow, and some form of a magic disk his servant proved to be fast, unpredictable and strong. For what his servant lacked in technical skills he made up for in sheer erraticism.

Berserker had just finished a sequence of moves before Caules shouts out across the green meadow, "Enough Berserker! I order you to come back here!" Though Caules didn't like issuing everything like a direct order, it seemed to be all that this 'Slave Knight' responded to with a lack of any impotence.

As suddenly as the old knight looked like a fierce force to be reckoned with on the field of battle, he ends his practice melee and reverts to walking like an old man over to his young master. Gael dispels his weapons and kneels before his master awaiting his next order.

Caules feeling a bit uncomfortable with the servant being so quiet and so subservient tries to ask Berserker, "So that was impressive, how about testing out your noble Phantasm, eh? Your stats say it is B rank, so i'd like to get an idea of what it can do."

"I can't do that." Berserker flatly coughs out.

"Why not? I'll use a command seal if I have to you know." Caules says as he points to his left hand with 3 command seals on it.

"Conditions haven't been met yet, Master. For my Lady's painting…" Gael wheezes out while maintaining his gaze at the feet of his master.

"What conditions? You'll have to elaborate." Caules demands, but his servant looks aloof and uninterested as he watch berserkers gaze flit to a nearby butterfly gliding by.

This is going to be a long war if my servant can't even pay attention to my orders or thinks I'm just this boring...I hope Fiore is having much better luck with her servant than I am Caules wishes to himself.

(Yggdmillenia Dungeons)

"Oh yeah...Your skin has the complection of pure alabaster my sweet, sweet servant." Celenike purred as she explored her servants body, turning her on more by the minute of being the master to such a unique specimen. Quelaag on the other hand couldn't care less, sure she had some suitors in her former life considering her standing in Izalith, but this kind of body worship was a bit much and sick. Quelaag didn't consider herself the most mentally stable person, especially for being known as a heretical pyromancer and savage duelist, but common reason has to win out at some point, right?

"Don't you want to ask me about my abilities or something? You know, useful things to know in a time of war." Quelaag proposes as Celenike begins to strip off her top portion of her gold hemmed black robes.

"Oh I'm finding out all I need to right now. Oh my, no birthmarks or imperfections. How delightful." Celenike enunciates heavily while rattling on as she caresses the Chaos Witch's chest with lust filled eyes.

'I didn't come here to have my rack ogled at. I need to win that damn Grail.' Quelaag confessed to herself, and thereafter quickly dissipating into spirit form to end the clearly wrong physical relations her master was trying to get with her.

"I'll be out scouting and checking with the other masters. If you need something that's important from me, call out to me mentally, i'll be sure to hear." Quelaag quickly rattles off before wisping herself out of the area.

"Oh you'll be my little plaything. Soon enough you pale beauty, cause I can't wait to be the first to mark up that perfect complection of yours." Celenike muses to herself ending with a disturbed giggle as she lays down on the torture table hugging herself.

Outside Quelaag re-appears in physical form and jumps up summoning her mount, but a highly non traditional one by most accounts, as she begins to ride through the air on a plume of magma, speeding up by applying more of her mana to generate heat to defy gravity and propel herself through the air to get a better feel for the surrounding area.

"At Least the world up here looks better than the depths of Izalith. Mother really did have no sense when it came to real estate." Quelaag boasts as a smirk appears on her face thinking about how she can change the cruel twisted fate of Izalith with the power of the grail.

'Eat your hearts out sisters, for I'm going to be the champion Izalith deserves.' Quelaag thinks to herself, wrestling with the emotion of needing to be accepted by her mother as the best, as well as the goodness in needing to undo the false flame created by her mother, The Witch of Izalith.

(Somewhere in the city of Trifas)

"Thank you for providing currency for these clothes master." Saber stated while giving a small twirl to show off her new black trench coat that has a much more contemporary compared to her usual attire paired with a simple grey t-shirt and jeans, as her and her master excited the department store. With the sun setting Kairi removed his sunglasses and began to look for his rental car.

"You know, trench coats aren't exactly all the rage right now."

"But it suits me, do you not think master?"

"I told you to call me Kairi, we'll catch too much attention with you calling me that. and it does, I can't argue with a woman's sense of style I suppose" Kairi replied while trying to remember where he parked the unfamiliar foreign car.

"Ah found it. Let's go Saber." Kairi says as he motions with his hand over to the part of the street he parked the red two seater car. Saber puts her hand on Kairi's shoulder just before he is about to walk to the driver side of the car, and she asks, "If it isn't too much to ask, may I drive?"

Caught off guard Kairi responds, "Uh, sure. You know how to drive?"

"Of course. My class comes with a riding skill, so a vehicle such as this one would be no problem to pilot." Saber replies in kind holding her now familiar neutral expression.

Kairi hands Saber the keys and gets into the passenger side as Saber elegantly rounds around the car to the driver side and sliding into the rental Miata. Saber briefly in seemingly one swift motion adjusts the mirrors and seat appropriately, and puts the keys into the ignition. The next moment goes by like a blur for Kairi as the engine roars to life.

Saber slams her foot on the gas pedal screeching the tired causing a burnout behind the vehicle, and quickly working the clutch from 1st gear shifting smoothly into 2nd and then 3rd as the speed increase while zooming out of town. Kairi is thrown against his seat slightly due to the force of the increased speed looking a bit petrified, but another emotion overcomes him. Excitement. But only a bit, mostly panic as Saber is currently going 100 km per hour in a 50 km zone.

Kairi looking onwards as Saber expertly swerves around other cars and runs lights and stop signs alike through the town Kairi collects himself the best he can and asks, "Perhaps you should slow down? You might hit someone."

"Highly unlikely with my skills. Besides, I sense an enemy servant nearby. I figured we should get there quickly." Saber calmly affirms as she drifts around a corner without stopping at another stop sign.

"Alright, alright I'll gear up." Kairi conceded as he grabs his bag from the back and takes out his shotgun and begins to load it with necromantic formulae.

"Good. Besides, this machine is fascinating. I wanted to drive it for myself anyways. Thank you." Saber remarks emphasizing less of her voice on the last part of the sentence, trying to maintain her stoic facade and focus on the upcoming potential enemy. But a small smile does escape appearing in the corner of her mouth. It really has been sometime since she has felt the thrill of the hunt or anything else so adrenaline pumping.

"Alright Saber, let's go show them what we got!" Kairi shouts as he and Saber speed down the street towards their unknown target.

(Elsewhere in Trifas, 1 hour earlier)

"But why? I don't understand. Just obey my command, stop Assassin!" A terrified mage cried out as he let the power of his last command seal to try and fend off his disobedient servant.

"Oh Sagara, or should I say master. How very petty of you to try and order me around so brazenly. Oh how very petty indeed." The Assassin sneers as he approaches his now command seal-less master confidently. The Assassin wears a porcelain masque showing a Guy Fawkes-esque face. His equipment consists of many daggers on his leather armored body with a black overcoat, topped off with a stylish top hat and a crossbow on his back. Another woman is in the room tied to a chair that has been pushed off to the side, a sacrifice that wasn't meant to be.

"I don't get it?! I just want to win the Holy Grail, did I mess up the summons?!" Sagara, the battered mage wearing stereotypical white and blue mage clothes associated with those of the ranks of Yggdmillenia.

"Oh no, quite swimmingly I'd say. But you should've thought long and hard before offering up a woman all for some bloody cup of dreams, my dear mage." Assassin spits out in his silky smooth voice as he reaches within his coat for 3 rose petal daggers. With one quick motion Assassin tags Sagara with each petal blade in the chest just as the mage was about to cast some spell to try and salvage this dire situation, causing him to cough up some blood.

"Ugh. Wait. I can't feel my limbs. Wait! I beg of you Assassin! This wasn't supposed to happen...why me." Sagara pleads as his arms fall limp and his legs give out underneath him, leaving him a squirming mess on the floor.

Assassin walks over to casually to the master, putting his left boot on his chest pressing into the man causing him to groan in agony. Assassin pulls out his crossbow and holds it to his former masters head and chirps out, "I am Marvellous Chester, what did you expect?" and Assassin pulls the trigger sending a sniper crossbow bolt through the sorry mage's head.

Chester removes his weapon from the lifeless body and composes himself by placing away his crossbow and letting out a sigh before letting his eyes settle on the woman who has been tied up in the corner of the room, and walking over. The woman is frozen in shock of the quick chain events that had just happened in the past 10 minutes. Crazy mage summoning people with magic, a skilled killer no less? Insanity, but now the masked man seems to be looking down upon her.

"Sorry you were 'tied up' in all of this, must be quite a gregarious site to see. The man was going to pawn off your life, for such a silly reason too. Couldn't be helped. What is your name dear?" Assassin asks as he slices her binding allowing her to move freely again. The woman eyes the masked saviour curiously. Assassin himself finds himself intrigued by her gaze.

"Reika. Reika Rikudou. You said your name was Chester?" Reika asks hesitantly as she is still recovering from the shock of the situation.

Chester steps back to give a deep formal bow and beams, "Indeed. Marvellous Chester at your service my lady. You seem to have more common sense than this unsightly gent over here. But that's all ancient history now."

Enticed by the mysterious man who for a savage killer possess quite an array for manner, Reika stands up and formally greets the man, "The pleasure is all mine Marvellous Chester. You did save me after all. How may I help you?"

"Beautiful and well mannered? You are turning out to be quite the catch Ms. Rikudou. Say, would you help little ole me with a small matter? A pact similar to what I had with that lump of flesh over there, but we are on good terms are we not? Let's make this occasion a happy one." Chester exclaims as he offer his hand to the lady dressed in a tattered green dress. She eagerly takes his hand and nods in acceptance while trying to look through the eye holes of his mask to reveal some kind of facial expression or emotion that is held behind his voice.

Clasping her hand with both his Assassin happily exclaims, "Oh magnificent. Glad you are not as thick-headed as your captor. A woman of instinct and action. Something I admire. Oh, we'll have a grand time, I know it. Now I'll explain things to you shortly, this whole ordeal has sent me into a tizzy."

(Trifas; Current)

Saber stops the car in front of an apartment complex abruptly, cause the car to skid into the parking space on the street.

'So much for subtle, heh.' Kairi though to himself as he observed the surrounding area. A pretty run down slum near the edge of town, with not many people around, and the sun setting in the background. Not generally a fan of urban warfare, but considering there is an enemy so close it seemed opportune to follow Saber's lead.

Saber exists the car dismissing her modern garb in place for her hunter's attire and materializes her signature dual bladed weapon, the Rakuyo.

"Stay close. The enemy is likely lying in wait and aware of our presence here. I will protect you best I can." Saber says as she separates her weapon into two to dual wield.

"No problem Saber, we got this." Kairi says with a smirk as he follows Saber closely with his gun raised. Saber approached the front door to the apartment complex, and immediately breeches the door with a swift kick of her foot.

"They know we are here, no point in being discreet. Looks abandon too by the looks of it." Saber clarifies as she steps over the broken door and into the 1 floor of the 3 story apartment complex. Kairi nods and holds his weapon at the ready.

"Lets go upstairs. I can smell death up there." Saber declares as she treads carefully upstairs watching her corners, and as Kairi just tries to be prepared for whatever that may be here since both Saber and Kairi are in the dark of which servant is here.

The second floor shows no signs of life from any of the doorways or down the hallway, so Saber and Kairi make their way up to the third floor, to which Saber motions for Kairi to standby as she enters the hallway.

At the far end of the hallway perched up against the window relaxing and holding a crossbow in his hands is a man garbed in a top hat, porcelain smiling mask and clothing similar to that of a hunter, which causes saber to furrow her brow. Another hunter in this accursed contest perhaps? Doesn't seem recognizable even with his particular choice of fashion.

As Saber begins to walk down the hallway a barrage of crossbow bolts let loose from the servants crossbow causing Saber to refrain from advancing and to parry all three of the bolts away, with her splitting the final bolt in half, a show of her dedicated swordsmanship and style with her dual wielded Rakuyo.

"Impressive. You are indeed a servant. Welcome, I am Assassin of Black." Assassin says while taking aim with his crossbow again.

"Saber of Red. Now you die, vermin." Saber answers coldly followed by swiftly charging down the hallway towards Assassin.

Assassin wastes no time in throwing out a flurry of daggers to which saber deflects with her Rakuyo, getting her way into melee range of the Assassin. Kairi pokes his head around the corner to observe the battle taking place down the hall, and from his observations Saber is quickly gaining the upper hand in melee combat. Assassin has resorted to using a parrying dagger and shotel to form some defense against the aggressive Saber and her dual wielding technique.

Assassin clearly not the better in close quarters with hardly any room to maneuver besides backwards towards the window he was resting at previous, Saber's relentless assault of strike leaving no opening for him to counter effectively without risking getting stabbed by the other balde, begins looking around the environment for something to turn the tide. He spots Kairi poking his head out around the corner observing, and a smirk forms underneath the mask of the Assassin.

Backing up nearly to the wall with the window Assassin ducks underneath one of Saber's lightning fast strike horizontal strike, Assassin deftly reaches within his overcoat and flicks out a black firebomb grenade down the hall towards the man on the stairs. Saber's concentration falters for a moment knowing Kairi will be within the blast radius if the bomb reaches the stairwell.

"Looks like this is the end for now my dear Saber!" Assassin shouts as he leaps backwards out the window to the ground below. Saber takes one last swipe at the Assassin, barely missing his chest by a centimeter, then quickly re-attaching her sword into one and draws her flintlock pistol. Saber takes aim at the fast rolling bomb and pulls the trigger. Kairi ducks back into the open stairwell to get clear of the bomb, and hears it go off in the hallway.

Saber managed to shoot the bomb right before it got to the stairwell and potentially injure Kairi. She races back to check on her master's well being.

"Are you injured?" Saber asks in her usual quiet tone, but with a hint of worry.

"Nah, I'm fine thanks to you. So that was Assassin of Black huh." Kairi muses as he dusts himself off from diving back into the stairwell.

"It appears so. I have no doubt I can best him in one on one combat, he merely used a cheap trick to escape. Next time he will be mine." Saber confidently states, but instead of praise Kairi gives a shrug as he dusts off his sunglasses.

"Don't worry about it Saber, we at least got some information. That's fine for now. I think its time we head back to my base to regroup and think out our next move."

Saber dispels her Rakuyo and nods affirmatively. She can't help but think her master is being too lax with her actions. She did fail to slaughter her prey, albeit the prey in question thinks on their feet quite quickly. She can't help but feel a bit disappointed in not being able to quickly dispatch her foe.

Noticing that his servant seems to be a little lost in thought, Kairi pats Saber on the shoulder smiling and reassures her, "Don't sweat it. I have complete faith in your abilities. So relax a bit, being to fixated and serious can be negative down the road. We gotta play the long game."

A bit stunned by her masters kind words, but a little off guard by the subtle compliment/critique, since only her mentor Gehrman would suggest such things in her past life.

"I-I'm not always serious." Saber hesitantly gasps out to which Kairi laughs heartily. For such a serious servant and woman she does allow her intense persona to fade away for glimpses at a time, revealing someone who is critical of themselves and a perfectionist.

"Trust me Saber, you are pretty serious. Just saying you don't have to think about the war at all times. Just most the time. Now lets get out of this dump." Kairi insists as he allows Saber to walk by and lead the way out of the abandon apartment complex.

(Elsewhere in Romania)

Flying through the air at great speed above the clouds, a large bird like creature beats its wings to soar incredibly fast. For this is a storm drake, a deadly creature known to a land known only to another time and place. Rider of Red stands tall near the base of the neck of the magnificent beast looking onward, taking in the sight of the sky while behind him near the middle of the beast Berserker of Red sits and fidgets sporadically whilst gripping his twisted greatsword, while doned in his infamous wolf armor with blue cloth.

Rider turns around to face Berserker and bellow, "Artorias, we will be nearing the enemy keep soon, be at the ready! I expect much out of one my father's entrusted knights, haha!"

"rrrgGGGRrr" Berseker moans out as black mist lightly swirls around his form, indicating to Rider that he is cursed indefinitely with madness, so much so he can't hardly communicate. Rider shakes his head trying not to dwell on what must have happened to the once proud knight, instead choosing to look forward to the upcoming enemy keep. He did tell Shirou it was a simple scouting mission...though he doubts a little skirmish would be bad, especially to tease out their strength.

"Storm King, let us descend! Break past the clouds! We near enemy territory and I want glory and vengeance!" Rider laughs out as he brandishes his sword-spear for battle. Rider relishes this quiet moment above the clouds before the entering the fray, this is what he has always lived for. The battle. The moment of first blood. The art of war.

(Southern Romania, In Transit)

On a commuting bus a brunette girl sits quietly by herself with her eyes closed. Trying to sense out the world around her, and suddenly her eyes snap open. It has begun. Her vessel lived too far away to make it in time before the fighting began. The Holy Grail War. The one she was summoned to oversee and ensure fair play in. To….crown another monarch, as always has been her duty.

Looking out the window of the bus into the vast emptiness of the farmlands the girl whispers to herself, "So many souls. I hope you all find salvation in this accursed war."

And there is the end of Chapter 2!

Reviews:

Mrcrazyman94: I shall post up stats as requested. Hopefully this chapter answered some servant identity curiosities, though it wasn't easy to make choices for them, trust me. Lots of candidates through the series. Stay tuned for more.

Ultima-Owner: Exactly right, He has no idea what Lancer can really do. At least yet.

I've reserved this section here to post up servant stats, just for some reference to abilities and what to expect, and to see some of my thought process on why I choose certain things. I'll be doing one per chapter just as a a little teaser, and not to spoil other servants before they get into the fray. So up first is Saber of Red.

Saber of Red: Maria of the Astral Clock Tower (Bloodborne)

Agility: A

Strength: C

Endurance: B+

Magical Power: C

Noble Phantasm: B

Luck: C

Abilities:

Magic Resistance(Passive) : B

Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for her to be affected.

Blood Sense (Passive) : C

Maria can sense spilled blood in a relatively close area to her and corrupted blood and beast blood in beings nearby.

Descendant of Cainhurst: B

Maria possess blood of her descendants, the Vilebloods, making her immune to poison and low-mid tier curses. With this as well nearby blood from enemies can be used to restore injuries done to Maria.

Noble Phantasm: B- Blood Funeral:

Maria Impales herself with her Rakuyo to coat them in blood to extended the range of her attacks and infusing them with fire to increase damage. This Skill requires no mana consumption from her master but does cause a decent amount of damage to herself. This Noble Phantasm raises her strength to rank B, Magical Power to rank B, and decreases endurance to rank D if not frequently in contact with enemy blood to fuel her assault.

That's the character profile for our prolific Saber of Red in this story.

As stated in my previous chapter I'll try to stick to Bi-weekly updates (Or sooner in this case) for decently sized chapters.

Anyways reviews are always welcome and I'll see you all in the next chapter, happy reading!