CHAPTER THREE
Time to be a bad person. Worse?
Y E S.
(See the bottom of the chapter for info on what's going on in terms of Fate things that don't make sense if you don't know the context)
The canopy was getting smaller, the sensation of panic rising in her chest was a secondary emotion that left her wondering what it meant. She let her limbs fall limp, the wind whipping her hair into a mess. She cracked her eyes open, looking behind without turning her head, the grass coming up to meet her almost before she could react, each blade as clear as crystal, everything she could see both perfectly transparent and yet covered in little black lines, thin as a hair, but always visible.
The impact was less painful than she thought, though her eyes could see bone a sticking out from her leg, it looked like her femur actually, that was supposed to be the second most painful thing a person could feel. Huh. What was that blur-MASTER! Oh yeah, Archer.
She tried to call out to him, blood gurgling up through her chest as she hacked up a great glob, bits of pink dribbling from her mouth, her breathing suddenly loud in her ears, the wheezing grating on her ears. Looking around, it was a punctured lung. No no no no, not again, not like this… this wasn't supposed to happen, you were innocent. A nearby cough went ignored by Archer, the grass type still staring down at his Master's broken form, bones sticking up like stalactites.
Hey, Archer, do me a favor? The pokemon released the shadows beginning to gather around his hands, another cough in the background ignored by the duo. Yes, Master? The Decidueye's tone was broken, his wings hanging limply by his side as guilt flooded their connection, the tornado of his mind eerily still and silent. Mei's smile doubled his emotional outpouring as tears began to drip. Go help ten million points, he's the reckless idiot with green hair-more blood forced its way out of her mouth, her bright blue eyes shining with bubbling tears as steam rose from around the color of the sky. Bye.
The Servant froze, gently lowering her head onto the ground. An intricate green sword appeared in the ghost type's hand, the blade being stabbed into the ground near her body. He repeated the process a dozen times, going around her body until it was barely visible under the tree, the fading light only helping. A hiss of laughter echoed out through the forest as Decidueye finally turned to face the enemy before him, a dead even stare the only indication he gave.
The two rushed forward, another blade having materialized in the Archer's hand as the clash ended. The clone faded away with a hiss of laughter, Archer's Prana beginning to drain without a master, Independent Action his only crutch.
A grim determination filled his features as he melted into the shadows. It was time to fulfill his Master's final wish, consequences be damned.
This oughta be interesting, whaddya think Brave? Have fun, Master. I'll keep you covered in your fun, tell me when you feel like taggin' out. A sharp-toothed smile filled his face as lines across his body alit with a red glow, the magic working with his quirk to make him twice as hard as normal.
They'd even tested it, it was perfect! "HEEEY!" He called to the man with the plan walking in front of him, "IIDA! LET ME TRY TO FIGHT YOUR SERVANT!" Despite being in the distance, it was easy to tell he was about to shift into lecture mode.
He shifted his glasses, waving his arms around like always, his booming voice easily reaching the boy in red. "Kirishima! It is entirely irresponsible of you to be participating in this farce, now if you would, please fall to Saber here." As the distances had begun to close, Kirishima could see that Iida's grin was a touch more rigid than usual, his arm movements falling into that consistent pattern that he'd been making variations on since the beginning of the year.
An excited smile stayed plastered on his face, eyes shining with glee at the thought of getting to fight such a MANLY opponent, the Gallade was an average size, a little under five feet, but the way every movement was calculated, like there was a perfect balance between each and every step he took. "Aww, but Iida, this isn't the real world, we can have some fun here! There's even magic! I bet Midoriya could show us some cool tricks with it too, you know?" The excitement that bled into the smile was real, his faith in the little guy never wavering. "What is your wish, anyway? Mine'd be to share this stuff with everyone else in the class. Who knows, they might even be able to give Bakubro a good fight, yeah?"
Iida stayed silent, staring with crossed arms as Gallade kept getting closer. "As I just said Kirishima, I believe that you should not be risking yourself in this endeavor. As the class president I am obligated to see things through, but I must ask that you step aside and stand down for the duration of this war. I won't fail him again." Iida's eyes took on a haunted look at his last statement, Hosu flitting through Kirishima's mind as the same look showed up.
Before he could get a word in about being there for the guy if he was going to do something for his bro, Gallade rushed in and swiped, a pink glow coating his arm-blade. The blow was so fast he could barely even see it! I will make sure you will be safe, direct all of your attention to this mighty foe you face. The monstrously large bird cawed and spread his wings, a thrum of pride leaking through the connection. Kick his ass, kid.
Brave, go find out what Caster's been up to when you get the chance, yeah? A warm affirmative was sent to the boy, the sharp smile redoubling as impossibly swift and powerful strikes clashed with an unbreakable defense, quirk still running strong, for now.
The mad beast was thrashing uncontrollably, his screaming no help against the pain of his crashing into him earlier. The missing leg was throbbing with phantom pains, the madness from Garchomp's quirk not helping. A snarl formed on his face, refusal to give up, to lose, filling his being. Get over here you-you mongrel. The beast dragged itself over, the blue light pouring from its body coalescing on the leg.
Before too long, the gaping, bleeding stump had been filled with a fully functioning leg, the transparent blue light bleeding off like a river. A grin far too wide for anyone truly sane filled the boy's face, his eyes glazing over as he concentrated all of the quirk's energy as Garchomp lowered his head to the wound.
A helmet covered in stones popped out, one of them shining with that navy blue light. He reached out to it, the stone reacting with a brilliant glow as a double helix flashed before his eyes, draining the boy to his core.
The mad beast redoubled its efforts, suddenly on another rampage as it was filled with disturbing amounts of energy, the glint of madness within the mind no longer simply mindless.
Now it was well and truly pissed.
He rolled to the left, feeling the invisible foot impact the ground, a pastel blue fading from a phantom limb.
"Toru, I thought you were happy! How was I supp-" A fist to the face shut the chat down, One for All layered with Prana to shore up his defenses a bit, she hurt a lot more than she had any right to. A flash of blue from the left was the only warning as another punch swiped at his face, just grazing his nose with the warning.
Following that beacon, he began to read her wild swings, the flare of pastel blue his only method of keeping up with the invisible onslaught.
A lull in combat let him relax for half a moment, it seemed like she was catching her-OH JESUS Master!
A black blur had flashed forward in the momentary breather, a claw shrouded in pure darkness that had its own pressure to it, the claw whipping back to defend against Lancer's redoubled attack from behind.
A fist slammed into Izuku's jaw, the punch bashing through his reinforcement like they weren't even there.
Okay then, guess we'll play this the hard way. Channeling his inner raging Kacchan, he summoned up every reserve of strength he had left.
A deep breath to calm himself, and then- "Oi, Toru, remind me who the fuck saved your ass at USJ? Or when and you useless ass didn't help even when we got caught up in KAMINO?! You would've been the best possible person to bring, and yet, you didn't show up. All Might damn near DIED for that shit, and I swear to shit if you keep this up," He growled," They won't find your fucking remains if you keep this shit up. Living it?" Hysterical laughter bubbled up, the boy feeling nothing but a freeing weightlessness.
The smile filling his face only grew wider, madness on par with that 2 meter tall monster from earlier dancing in his eyes. "Living it? Try being useless for your entire life. No quirk, no friends, no help, nothing but pain," The smile dripped away like hot wax, leaving a blank slate staring straight towards her. "And then watch your dreams crumble before your eyes, from the mouth of your life's Hero."
He stalked towards where she was, her movements now clear to him. Each scuff of her feet on the ground was a dead giveaway, the Prana reinforcing his ears doing its job perfectly. A fist lashed out, the pastel blue flaring up as the enshrouded fist was inches away from connecting.
Which threw her horribly off balance when he blocked it and pulled her forward, her entire body now alit with that pastel blue, flaring before his eyes like a string of christmas lights.
Lights that were ever so fragile, and could be destroyed by snapping just one little light into obliv-er! -YA! Eugh, what now? A snarl descended on Deku's face, his fingers digging into something in his rage. Why couldn't Lancer see he was busy?
What was in his hands anyway? The blue was flaring and crackling, the shape of a head grasped in his hands, the portion around her neck bleeding blue like it was bloo-The implications of what had just happened hit him like a train, the image too much as he leaned over, sick.
Master! Assassin suddenly clutched her throat, did… Midoriya? IkilledhershediedandIdiditwhatkindofmonsteramIshedeadohgodpleaseIjustwantedtosavepeoplebutnowIdeservetodieohgoodgodwhathaveIdone-MIDORIYA!
A pair of green eyes filled with horror turned to the bug type, Lancer freezing as he grasped what had happened. You didn't mean to-to do that, and I know that there are people who care about you back home, right? Wouldn't they want you to come back, Midoriya? A sniffle and a wave of contempt was his only answer, the explosion of Prana back in the city ignored by both. A wet cough drew Lancer's attention back to the issue at hand, the part where his Master had been fighting while bleeding out registering once more.
Quit moving around so much! You are not dying on my watch, not with how much emotion swelled after I mentioned people wanting you back, I'd get summoned a second time just so they could kill me! A bitter smile crossed Izuku's face at the joking tone, his expression falling once more as he thought about what he'd done. Quit moping and get over here before you die!
A/N
Okay so Servants have stats(and get buffs based on class, represented by the little "(+#)" bubbles), and they'll be listed at they end of chapters for the servants that have been revealed… even though I don't think the total story will be much more than 5-6 chapters, lol.
Lancer:
Strength: B
Endurance: D
Magical Power: D
Magic Resistance: C (+1) → B
Agility: B (+2) → A+
Luk: E
NP(Active): ?
NP(Passive): Sniper: Increases power of piercing attacks.
Assassin:
Strength: A (+1) →A+
Endurance: C
Magical Power: D
Magic Resistance: C
Agility: A (+1) → A+
Luk: A-
NP(Active): Dark Gem(Empowers first Dark attack)
NP(Passive): Pressure
Sneak Attack: Coming out of hiding for the first attack grants +1 to the attack's Strength
Presence Concealment (A) Can literally meld into shadows while not in combat, in pitch dark spaces Sneak Attack refreshes, going into pitch black lets the Dark Gem reset.
Saber:
Strength: A (+1)→A+
Endurance: C (+1)→B
Magical Power: C
Magic Resistance: A (+1) → A+
Agility: B-
Luk: C
NP(Active): ?
NP(Passive): Justified
Riding (B)
Rider:
Strength:A (+1)→ A+
Endurance: B (+1) → A
Magical Power: C
Magic Resistance: B-(+1)
Agility: C
Luk: C
NP(Active): Crystal of Life: Additional 1.3 times dmg per attack, -half a rank of endurance per use
NP(Passive): Sheer Force: Additional 1.3 times dmg per attack
Riding (A+) Inverted, Kirishima rides Braviary and Braviary gets a power-up
Battle Continuation (A)
Berserker:
Strength: A (+2) → A++(+)
Endurance: A-
Magical Power: B-
Magic Resistance: B
Agility: A
Luk: A
NP(Active): Rocky Helmet: See below
NP(Passive): Rough Skin: Damages enemy upon making contact with Garchomp.
Mad Enhancement: B: The Servant is enthralled with madness, his very being nearly consumed by the threat to his existence his own mind poses. +1 to Strength, loss of reasoning is near crippling.
Archer:
Strength: B (+1)
Endurance: B-
Magical Power: B
Magic Resistance: B (+1)
Agility: C
Luk: D
NP(Active): ?
NP(Passive): Long Reach (Unaffected by Berserker's Rough Skin)
*Independent Action (A)
Legend: Known for camping out using the environment to ambush an enemy squadron, killing his soul and, through pure willpower, achieving revenge for his Comrades via Arrow Raid and Final Combat against 5 opponents. (Original number: 100 enemies.)