Unfortunately (For me anyway), I lost the last battle, go read angelLucifel's version of the story to find out what REALLY happened. My last chapter was just a lovely dream :).
Anyway, i was shocked to find out that Lancer was facing Wolfwood, as Wolfwood is one of my top ten fave characters, But here it is. Can't pull any punches.
I highly recommend reading jjp55's version when it comes out.
The good news about this is, i don't care who wins really, as both characters are some of my fave. So, with complete honestly, GO JJP55!
Hem Hem. but anyway, to the story...
This story is about a fight between a man of religion, and a man whose present existence was only made possible by the Holy Grail, an interesting thing to point out.
Their fighting styles are very different, as well as their backgrounds. A man who lived in the dark ages, vs a man who lived in a western-style planet.
So, it was only fair to call this story...
Western Showdown, Medieval Style!
Wolfwood vs Lancer
Grimacing, Lancer limped somewhat rapidly back into the building. Getting hit by a roller coaster was definitely not his idea of "Fun". Especially since the ride went for at least twenty minutes…
'Damn it, that's the last time I fight a guy with a dog.' He muttered. 'Its times like this I wish I could become a spirit.'
After the rather… irritating fight, Lancer was in surprisingly good shape. He had a cut here, a bruise there. But his armour seemed fine, obviously it had done it's job.
Grimacing, he came to the crowd, waiting to see who was next.
The screen turned around showing all the match-ups. Lancer saw him and took a look at his opponent. He wore black, and had a giant metal cross on his back.
'Guess he's religious, probably would love to get his hands on the grail.' He laughed bitterly, knowing what the grail brought, Destruction, death, pain...'
'Hey, Mr, I don't want to shoot a guy in the back!'
Lancer looked up at the third story balcony to see Wolfwood aiming a gun in the shape of a cross at him, Wolfwood was right outside a weapon shop; he had probably taken a few weapons, perhaps even a few upgrades. Wolfwood was grinning, obviously knowing he had the high ground, and the advantage.
Lancer grinned too, seemingly oblivious to the tactical advantage Wolfwood had over him. 'Bout time you showed up.' With that, lancer seemingly ignored his injuries and leapt the three stories separating them, avoiding a few wild, but still well-aimed shots from a bewildered Wolfwood (who was wondering how the heck he could jump so high), and landed on the side where Wolfwood was and sideswiped Wolfwood with his spear, almost like hitting a gong.
The crowd, a fair distance away, cheered, not caring who won, just enjoying the fight.
Wolfwood, due more to luck then skill, twisted around and blocked the spear with the cross, but the force of the impact sent him flying off the top floor, heading straight for the bottom.
Showing incredible reflexes in mid-air Wolfwood aimed and fired a missile at Lancer.
'Ach, Nasty.' Lancer leapt above the missile, which destroyed a section of the upper floor. Then he hit the ground right next to Wolfwood.
'I should consider using some of those new weaponry, they look like fun.' Lancer grinned.
Wolfwood grabbed out a small gun from his cross and fired. Lancer ducked and sideswiped with his spear, Wolfwood jumped up, but the spear hit the Cross at a low section, making it topple over. Wolfwood must have been prepared, as he had landed crouched on the cross, his gun in Lancer's face.
Just before he pulled the trigger Lancer reversed the swipe of his Lance, sending Wolfwood on a toboggan ride with the Cross.
Wolfwood's several shots when wide, but one managed to clip Lancer on the left arm.
Wolfwood looked surprised, but his instincts allowed him to quickly re-aim his gun at Lancer…
Who vanished?
Wolfwood looked to the side to see Lancer was running fast enough to keep up with the cross, despite the trail of blood he was leaving. Lancer swiped at him.
Wolfwood rolled off the cross. He fired a shot but unfortunately just as he fired the cross hit a chunk of rubble from a destroyed pillar, probably left over from the last fight in the area. The cross took a jump, smacking Wolfwood in the face as it did, and landed at the wall. Wolfwood tasted blood in his mouth, but ignored it.
Wolfwood rolled a couple of times more before aiming at Lancer and firing.
Lancer simply tilted his head slightly to the right, the bullet whizzed by to hit the escalator, Lancer simply grinning sadistically as the bullet passed him.
'Ok, so he is agile, I get it.' Wolfwood thought furiously. 'I need my cross back if I can stand a chance.'
Wolfwood grabbed a smoke grenade from his pocket and threw it at Lancer. 'I knew this would come in handy'
Lancer, thinking it was an ordinary grenade, leapt back, knowing he couldn't really dodge an explosion from inside it.
Thick smoke seemingly EXPLODED everywhere. But Wolfwood had memorized exactly where the cross was and ran for it.
'Time to blow this medieval reject sky high' Wolfwood would have chuckled, but a single sound could betray him. Grabbing the cross, he waited silently for the smoke to clear.
The smoke started clearing. Lancer had, for some reason, ended up on the opposite side of the store.
'Easy as pie.' Wolfwood grinned. 'He isn't going to dodge this one, it's a heat seeker.'
Wolfwood fired the missile at the same time Lancer saw him and shouted 'GAE BOLK!'
Even as the rocket fired, Lancer threw his spear. By chance, or by the possible fact that the spear had gained heat, they collided in mid-air.
The resounding explosion created a shockwave that knocked Wolfwood down, and acrid smoke covered the area.
Wolfwood coughed hard before grabbing a gas mask he happened to have in his pocket and put it on.
'That spear really has some power behind it.'
Wolfwood looked around. The smoke was clearing and Lancer was nowhere in sight.
'Hope I didn't kill him, I'd be kicked out of here if I did. Don't die on me Lancer. Just be unconscious.'
Interestingly, there were no smoke detectors in the area; perhaps Death by Chocolate had anticipated things like this.
As the smoke cleared, it became more and more obvious that Lancer was nowhere in sight.
'If he was killed, they would have told me. All I have to do is find that guy and knock him out; he doesn't seem like the kind to surrender, so it's probably my best bet. But where is he?' Wolfwood whipped his head around, searching for any clues. 'Probably on the upper floor, it's where I would go to get to the upper ground. Maybe I should forget my honour and use my brand new sniper rifle…'
Memories of Caine the Longshot, then Vash appeared in his mind.
'I ain't stooping to that level. Damn you Vash, you gave me a conscious. I swear it's gonna get me killed someday.'
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes and looked up; nothing visible, but still…
The blood trail had vanished too; the wound mustn't have been much.
'I better get up there, even if he is down, I'll have the advantage.' He muttered to himself.
There were three ways up; the escalator, the elevator, or the staircase.
'Elevator leaves me trapped, Escalator leaves me needing cover. Staircase is probably the best bet.'
Slowly, he walked towards the staircase for "emergency use only". It was in a square shape stairs with a hole in the centre, it was quite narrow and Wolfwood started having his doubts. After shooting a few rounds in there for some peep holes to see what was above and beside the walls, he considered it safe to enter.
Still, he better get through fast.
Dashing up the first flight, he ran up the second flight of stairs and…
He tripped.
The spear popped out just as he was about to run out the door, he tripped on it and fell to the floor.
Wolfwood quickly made an attempt to get up, but he was hit on the head with the butt of Lancer's spear.
Wolfwood crumpled to the floor, out cold.
Lancer stared at gave something between a grimace and a grin 'I dunno whether to laugh or be annoyed at the rather simple finish.'
Shrugging, he held his lance in a stocks position. 'Now, let's go see that weaponry store…'
Grinning, he grabbed one of the guns Wolfwood had in his holster, and surprisingly slowly, began walking towards the gun store that Wolfwood had been at. But not before looking at the few crowd members who had stayed at far enough range to be safe. One of them was being treated; he had a bullet wound, poor guy.
Suddenly, Lancer froze, noticing someone in the crowd. A flash of short, red hair, warm eyes gazing at him.
When he squinted, it vanished.
'Must be imagining things.' He growled to himself.
Continuing his slow walk towards the weaponry store, he muttered the last words to himself.
'I could have sworn that I saw Bazett just then…'
Well, i sure hope you enjoyed this version, as well as jjp55's
I was going to have an in-betweener chapter, but i honestly didn't have the time. I will probably next time though.
If you don't know who Bazett is, she was Lancer's master in "Fate Stay Night", however VERY early in the war she was betrayed by her 'friend' Kirei Kotomine, Kirei killed her and severed her arm to take away the command seals, as well as now owning Lancer.
While i'm at it, i'll tell you who Gilgamesh is from jjp55's story.
Gilgamesh is Kirei's other servant. He shouldn't have been there, but due to some occurrences in the last war he became flesh-and-blood, he survived by consuming the mana (and perhaps souls) of about one hundred people. But as to why he hates Lancer...
Well, it is probably due to Lancer sacrificing himself so his soon-to-be murderer escaped. Due to Lancer 'betraying' Kirei and Gilgamesh, Kirei and Gilgamesh would die soon after.
A bit of an obscure resentment, true. After all, Gilgamesh killed Lancer easily enough! But thats what i'm guessing. So unless jjp55 has a fictional reason (It is very possible, since this is , heck, what we're writing right now is fanfiction!) that is probably it.
ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed the story. This story doesn't quite need as much R&R as my other ones, but i would certainly like some!
If someone is keeping track of this tournament, I hope you have enjoyed what you have read so far.
This Authors note has gone long enough already, so ciao!
