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So let the Wheel of Fate Turn.

FUYUKI CITY, JAPAN, TWO HOURS BEFORE THE HEAVENS FEEL

The air was still as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation for the conflict. The magi who have been selected as masters have been preparing for this time. It is now known that six of the seven Servants have been summoned. The War is unavoidable now the rules are set, the Seven will seek out each other and slaughter until only one remains to claim their prize The Holy Grail and with that chalice in their hands they will hold the fate of the world.

The first challenge has been called out and the moment they begin it will be the signal for all others to begin making their moves.

At the edge of the forest that overlooked the local school grounds Jolon and Assassin stood waiting. Jolon had no inclination to answer the challenge and was simply waiting for someone else to answer the call. It would do no good for Jolon to rush out guns ablaze and attack without first knowing who it was as that didn't play to his Servants strengths.

As well he didn't have much information on the other Servants aside from Caster and Lancer. He knew that the Tohsaka heir had summoned her own not three days ago the sudden disturbance in the ether surrounding said residence was a clear indicator of that. The same could also be said for the Matou Residence and the Einzbern Castle. For the Einzbern it was difficult getting a reading as Jolons Familiars could not break through the Bounded Fields that the old magi family had taken the time to prepare.

Jolon was currently observing the soon to be battlefield at a distance through a pair of binoculars, he didn't feel the need to bother with the more esoteric methods when an easy solution was within his grasp. Assassin didn't need such things and was quietly observing as well to Jolons left both ready to retreat at a moment's notice. It was earlier that same afternoon where they felt it, the challenge no doubt drawing the more proud servants and masters to meet it.

Then a figure began to approach. Through the binoculars he saw the man he was tall dark skinned with white hair and was dressed in red and black. From his general appearance he was no doubt a Servant but he wasn't sure if he was the one who issued the challenge.

Then out of nowhere another figure appeared dressed in blue and wielding a blood red spear.

"Lancer." Jolon breathed.

"Master I have to ask why did you insist on coming here yourself when you could have easily sent a Familiar to observe?" Assassin asked not taking her analytical eyes off the two men.

"It's foolish but this is the first true engagement of the War it seems only proper to see it in person. Besides you can't always trust what you aren't really seeing." He said calmly his eyes as well not leaving the two men.

"And what of that women?" she asked her tone clinical.

"I trust her enough to leave her at the base, she still needs time to recover and prepare whatever it is she is doing and I know her well enough that she will not go back on her word."

Jolon was very curious as to what Bazett was preparing as three days ago after returned from her for lack of better words stash with a large duffle bag and a metal canister that she proceeded to move out of sight. She then began inscribing ruins into large straps of some unidentifiable fabric that she took from her bag with the help of a jewellers glass.

Jolon was interested to say the least as the Fraga clan are known for their mastery over ruins and the Fragarach but after many dirty looks from the women he decided it would be best not to snoop. From what he had seen of that women before her left hook could do as much damage as her right.

And he liked his head firmly attached.

"It's about to begin." Assassin almost whispered in a manner that could almost be mistaken for anticipation.

The two figures who stood at the opposite ends of the field suddenly moved with such speed The Lancer with his blood red spear and the Red clad warrior wielding twin black and white Pian Dao and colliding with each other the ringing in of metal audible even from their hiding spot.

The two beings moved with such inhuman speed it was nearly impossible to follow it. The ferocity of the two left no doubt on their strength.

Then suddenly the twin Noble Phantasm's of the Red broke and he moved back away from the path of the lance and then suddenly two identical Phantasms appeared once more in his hands.

"Huh." Jolon said under his breath.

This continued the two not giving up any considerable ground. The Red Warrior lost his Swords five more times within the ten minute clash but every time he lost them he would immediately had new ones appear in his hands and proceeded to continue in his attack.

"Is that Projection?" Jolon muttered as he watched the red clad warrior.

It looked as if this battle would continue throughout the entire night and even now it looked as if the battle could go either way with neither giving an inch their weapon mere blurs.

"Such is the strength of Heroic Spirits it seems." Jolon said during the entire engagement he did not stop observing the two.

The Servant of Tohsaka was an interesting character though his fighting style giving no hints to who the Servant was. And whatever he used to recreate the blades in his hands seemed to be magecraft from what he could tell but there was something different about it.

"He is an odd one isn't he?" Jolon asked no one in particular. Assassin didn't pay much attention to the words.

"Who's there?" Lancer said as he broke away from the engagement causing Jolon to jump in surprise thinking that he and Assassin were discovered.

His attention though it seems was directed at another a boy who seemed to have wandered onto the edge of the Servants field of battle. A witness.

It was general practice in the Grail war that any and all accidental witness's be dealt with appropriately which generally translated to said witness being killed.

He focused his attention on the boy and was surprised to find it was Shirou Emiya.

"Assassin I thought you told me that he was uninvolved?" Jolon said sharply turning his attention to the masked killer beside him.

"Yes I did and as before he does not show any proper knowledge of the War he was uninvolved." Assassin replied as she to silently watched the red-head.

It was now when Shirou began to run trying to get as far away as he could from the Lance wielder as he gave chase like a dog trained for the hunt. He made good time as he was quickly out of the sight of Jolon. It was obvious though that he would not get away, his fate was sealed the moment he laid eyes on that battle.

"It matters little now it seems eh." Jolon muttered as he watched the remaining warrior as he stood in the middle of what was once his Battlefield. Then from the school a familiar young women ran out towards him.

Rin Tohsaka.

The young head to the Tohsaka family and his old acquaintance began to converse quickly with her Servant and then ran in the direction that the Emiya ran in.

Again though the Archer was motionless for ten seconds before he turned, and looked straight at Jolon with such a gaze that Jolon felt himself shiver, he knew where they were. Without a word he vanished once more.

"What now Master?"

"We stay here for the moment I wish to see how this will turn out." He said something telling him that something more or less unusual will come from this confrontation.

"He knows we are here." Assassin said plainly.

"You can tell as well though that the Archer has no intention on engaging us, not tonight at least."

So they waited about ten minutes past before Tohsaka left the school building and five minutes after Shirou Emiya did as well with a noticeable red stain on his school uniform.

"Well there you have it he's alive, who knew little Rin had it in her." Jolon said with a quirked eyebrow.

When he met her on those rare occasions during the early years of his tutelage Jolon found Rin to be aloof and sharp not someone who would go out off her way to save a life. But here the Emiya was living proof of the girls true nature. If he was more like his teacher he would make a comment on the lines of calling her a bleeding heart just to see the reaction if this came up later. After nine years of the Dead Apostle Ancestors teachings it wouldn't be wrong to say that a little of grandpa Zel rubbed off on him.

'The boy though...' Jolon pondered.

"Assassin we're following the boy." Jolon declared.

"Yes master."

It was no difficulty following him he was so frantic that he seemed unable to focus on anything except getting home.

'Understandable seeing as he took a spear through the heart.' Jolon thought as he watched him run down the streets even from a distance he could make out his bloodstained school uniform.

Jolon also noticed that Shirou was being trailed by someone else. A Servant to be precise.

'Most likely Lancer I would think seeing as he no doubt knows that his quarry live and intends on finishing the job.' The Hound of Ulster most likely wouldn't notice him or pay him much mind if he did anyway.

It was a couple minutes later when they finally managed to reach the Emiya residence. Jolon knew the location and the layout of the home thanks to Assassin and was also aware of a rather interesting bounded field that had been set up around the old samurai compound. It was meant to alert the residents in case of less than peaceful guests and was rather complex and well put together. It was apparent from the reports that the late Kiritsugu Emiya must have set it up seeing as the kid held no remarkable talent gleamed from Assassins reports.

That was why he waited on the edge of the Field until he felt the unmistakable presence of the Lancer as he entered the perimeter of the kids home in a calm stride as if he was simply out for a pleasant late night stroll instead of going in to commit first degree murder.

The sudden crash that could be heard from the inside of the house was dull as the Lancer went to work allowing both Jolon and Assassin to enter the perimeter without being noticed due to the residents understandable distraction in the form of the Hound of Ulster. They deigned to enter over the wall at the back so as to remain undetected while a simple task for Assassin was a bit more challenging but not impossible for Jolon.

Not ten seconds after getting into position on the wall of the old Samurai compound did the body of Shirou Emiya come flying through a glass door by way of kick by Lancer. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards the shed sitting by the wall of the complex twenty feet to Jolon's right.

The Lancer gave chase swiftly closing the distance within two breaths.

"He's toying with him now." Assassin remarked as she watched the two with an impassive eye.

The Lancer gave him another kick sending him flying into the side building. As he got up clutching his side he staggered into the building with Cu Chulainn walking towards him confident his prey could not escape.

"This is quite disappointing it seemed that the boy might have had something but I guess I was wr..." He was cut off by a flash of bright blue light that came from the shed. It was so bright Jolon had to shield his eyes from.

When the light died down what came next was the distinctive and unmistakable sound of clashing metal as Jolon eyes adjusted just in time to see the Lancer be forced back by a figure with golden hair garbed in blue and white that seemed to hold herself with such poise that it seemed to command respect and loyalty from those around her.

"The Final Servant has been summoned." Assassin intoned.

The clash continued as the Lancer and the unnamed Servant continued barely giving any ground. With the other Servants stance it seemed logical she was the Saber Servant even if her blade was invisible, concealed by wind magic.

Jolon was watching with great interest as Saber and Lancer both charged for another engagement. Both of them moved with savage grace and strength that could not be rivaled. It was definitely something one see once in a lifetime if at all.

'And here I am one of the participants who has the front row seat to multiple engagements on par if not greater than this. Honestly if I wasn't in mortal danger just by being within a hundred miles of this city I would count myself lucky.' Jolon mused.

Gáe Bulg! Lancer roared as his lance rushed forward homing on its target that it would meet without fail as reality warped and the cursed lance hit Saber and seemed to lift her sending her back a few feet.

She got up looking very little worse for wear.

'it seemed that Lancers Noble Phantasm didn't do enough damage to take Saber down... pity would have saved me the trouble.' Jolon thought

"That lance... you are the hound of Ulster." Saber said.

"Humph that's what I hate about my weapon using it leaves my identity open." he grumbled as he got out of his battle stance. "Unfortunately due to my Master being a coward I must retreat for now."

"Your leaving?" Saber said her calm stern tone betraying a little annoyance.

"If you really wish to continue this battle you are free to give chase but know this if you do I will not hesitate to kill you.

After he left there was only Saber and Shirou Emiya who came out of the shed moments later looking dazed and confused.

"I could kill him now master we have the element of surprise and he is wide open."

"No doing that would get us nowhere. The boy isn't exactly all that strong and from your reports letting him run around wouldn't be all that bad. With what you described he has something akin to a hero complex so nothing overly terrible will come from him and you never know he might even be useful later down the line if we play our cards right." Jolon explained looking at Shirou's expression with mild amusement as he conversed with his knew Servant as his entire world seemed to get flipped in one night.

"Archer is approaching Master." Assassin said her body snapped to full attention.

"I guess it's time to leave then I can probably trust Rin to fill him in on the details. Seeing as she in a way has to take responsibility for the kid now." With that Assassin wrapped her arm around his waist and leapt into the air unnoticed thanks to presence concealment.

After a few more leaps they were about three blokes away they landed quietly in the middle of the street with nobody around to take notice. Jolon adjusted himself from the little trip they made righting his coat and shirt that got blown around haphazardly.

"That's good, I think I can walk from here Assassin..." He paused adjusting his spectacles as he notice something, smoke.

His detection was going off strongly in a way that leant towards a strong source in short a Servant. Somewhere close by a servant was active and not being subtle about it in anyway making them painfully easy to track in all honesty a rank amateur in control.

"Assassin if you would kindly hide yourself and follow me lets go see who we have before we head home for the night." She wordlessly vanished as Jolon started down the street towards a park.

He followed the trail of the Servants prana signature the smoke in this case seemed to be Crimson of blood something that caused him to take in a deep breath.

He was running scenario's through his head. The reason why he was moving to confront this servant was due to the fact that he could accurately judge this servants general strength and for some reason it seemed subdued and out of sync with itself causing it to be weaker than most, Assassin while it was not her Classes strong point could challenge it head on and have a good chance. He knew the general whereabouts of Saber and Archer and also guessed that Lancer was about but most likely not going to engage anyone else tonight. As well the signature was not Casters and it was still a little too early for her to be making any major movements. Finally it was definitely not Berserker because A the use of this Servant is to unreliable to be used by the Einzbern so by process of elimination it would be Rider and the Matou's .

As he entered the park the presence was getting stronger as he took a breath in partly due to nerves as it would be his first confrontation in the war.

He paused his breath catching. He could smell it in the air, blood.

With Assassin concealed he approached the center of the signature as he saw the one responsible. He first saw them as simply to shadowy outlines due to the poor lighting of the park.

"Assassin remain concealed until I give the go ahead I would like very much like to... speak to our friends over there." Jolon said telepathically to his servant.

As he got closer though he could make out the features of the two in question.

The first figure the boy and obviously the Master was a high school student as he wore the same uniform as Shirou Emiya and had blue curly hair and pale blue eyes. From these features Jolon easily identified from the reports from Assassin and his Familiars reports as Shinji Matou.

His Servant on the other hand was different to say the least she was tall and slender. She was dressed in a black dress that came up almost to the inappropriate levels with thigh length boots and oddly a blindfold, her hair was purple and came down to just about her ankles. The way that the Servant held herself gave her the image of a graceful hunter with the smell of blood which was without a doubt coming from her. She noticed Jolon much sooner than her Master did.

He could see Shinji more clearly now as he came closer. He seemed to be more focused on something else. Then he saw it laying in front of him a body. It was female and she was unconscious and from the smell of blood that permeated the air was most likely in bad condition. From the look of it though she was alive.

The kid finally noticed Jolon. "Ah who do we have here?" He said with a smirk on his face and with a tone of voice that would make anyone's skin crawl.

"Just a foreign businessman out for a walk." He said with a smile.

Jolon had his hands in his pockets hiding his command spells from view. Also though he gripped his hands around two pieces of fabric in each pocket.

"Oh are you now. well maybe I can introduce you to my friend here." He said with a smirk giving rider a signal. She began to move cautiously with a predatory grace she knew what he was and why he was there and she was preparing for his Servant more than Jolon.

It was around then Jolon noticed the blood on Rider's lips. He began to subtly go through famous/ infamous blood-themed individuals through myth and history but couldn't think of any specific individuals.

"While I would enjoy spending time with this lovely lady, I am afraid that the sight and smell of blood on you is rather disconcerting. So if you would kindly." Jolon said taking his left hand out of his pocket and snapping his fingers giving the signal to Assassin who materialized out from the shadows and attacked.

Rider leapt deftly aside to avoid the strike as a set of chains with a nail on the end appeared in her hands as she stopped a couple feet in front of her Master. Shinji had a surprised look on his face.

"Are you really that daft kid?" Jolon asked with a faint chuckle, finding it funny that someone who was a part of the ritual wouldn't catch on sooner.

"Don't you mock me." He growled in response.

"But you make it so easy."

"I'll show you. RIDER KILL THEM!" He shouted in fury.

Upon his command Rider went on the attack, leaping forward and throwing the bladed chain at Assassin. She responded by using her dagger strike at it, not stopping it but changing the direction somewhat so that the attack missed. It was then Assassin reached for her side and in one smooth motion threw one of the many throwing daggers that she kept on her at Rider who simply avoided it by moving her head to the side.

This continued with the two females exchanging blows neither scoring a direct hit. Assassin struck with agility and precision that was expected of her class while avoiding Rider with a series of acrobatic movements that were a sight to behold. With Rider she moved with agility striking with her weapon that was akin to a snake attacking its prey, the blindfold she wore not impeding her in the slightest.

Jolon studied it for a moment a pang of familiarity as he adjusted his glasses.

The battle continued evenly with no side scoring any hits. The spectacle looking more and more like a deadly dance with the participants movements gain an otherworldly quality that would be quite absorbing if he wasn't paying attention to his other enemy.

Shinji Matou was currently giving his full attention to the Servants not remembering that he had an enemy not ten metres away from him.

He scoffed silently as he simply pulled out a glove from his right pocket and pulled it on. The glove was of black leather that hug tightly to the skin on his hand. on it though were hundreds of blood red ruins adorning it from the tips of his fingers to the palm and back of his hand.

With the mental crack of lightning his circuits sprung to life as he brings his hand up and launches an orb of compressed air at the Matou. His attention snaps away from the two Heroic Spirits as his eyes widen as he sees the ball of manipulated air and flinches in sheer panic as he covers his face in a pathetic attempt to brace himself.

Then the orb stops mere inch's from his face. Shinji hold the position for three seconds before realizing nothing happened. Looking at Jolon he smirks. "What was that supposed to be?"

"You'll see." Jolon smiled as he pointed his hand in the shape of a mock gun and with an inconsiderable amount of prana sent a small fireball no bigger than a marble towards the swirling orb of air.

Jolon notices quickly that Rider broke off from her attack and speed towards her master with the speed of a bullet grabbing Shinji and moving back several metres before the mini-fireball reached its target.

BOOM!

As the flame makes contact with the orb the compressed oxygen ignited causing an explosion that rang out through the still night.

Rider though was able to distance herself safely away from the detonation bringing her master a safe distance away. It was not without cost though as it seems that Assassin was able to score a hit with one of her dirks as she broke off from their battle as it was currently burrowed three inch's into the back of her calf.

Rider lets Shinji go and he rights himself. His expression is one of surprise as in his mind what happened in less than ten seconds shocked him as well as noticing that his Servant was now injured.

"You idiot how could you let yourself be injured by them you're useless!" Shinji yelled, the fact that without Rider he would be dead was lost to him.

"A Servant is only as efficient as its Master you know." Jolon said with a scowl, Shinji was starting to really get on his nerves.

"What's that supposed to mean." he growled indignantly at Jolon.

"Exactly what I said. Even in the space of five minutes it is painfully obvious that you are no Magus even if you descend from the Makiri. As well I can tell you are providing no prana to your Servant meaning that she can only fight with a fraction of her strength which is still quite considerable even with such a pathetic individual such as you as her Master." Jolon sighed before continuing. "Honestly the reason why you were chosen to represent your family could probably counted as there was nobody willing or able to do so. You were there last choice weren't you?"

"Y-you bastard." He growled his face turning purple with rage.

"Now if you would kindly hand over your command spells so we could call this a night as it is getting late and I would like to get some sleep." Jolon finished with a small smile.

"I'll never give up my spells. RIDER ATTACK KILL T..."

"That is quite enough boy." a voice interrupted him.

An old man appears almost out of nowhere from the darkness.

"I honestly wasn't expecting much out of you but I thought you would at least keep your head down and gather your strength before engaging another enemy." The man says his voice is cold and dark.

Jolon senses something strange about both the prana signature and the man itself. His 'aura' was off like it was not wholly their and it was dark and ominous while the man itself was unsettling. To Jolon the man's very being spoke of unhallowed age a twisted nature and of secrets best left forgotten. Jolon also noted a smell of actual decay coming from him.

"G-grandfather what are you doing here?" Shinji rang out.

Jolon paused in a moment of realization. Shinji's grandfather the head of the Matou family and one of the people who designed the Heaven's Feel ritual.

Zouken Matou.

And I'll leave it there. got to say it's been awhile but I've been busy to say the least moving into my own place and getting a new job I haven't had much time to myself as well I recently came across a copy of Fate/ Extra so yeah.

In terms of this Chapter I was a bit touch and go because I had multiple ways I wanted to handle it but wasn't sure which would be the best as my choices would take the story in vastly different directions so your opinions on my choice are welcome.

As well as Bazett, I know she got sidelined this chapter but I have a reason for it and promise she will be more involved as the story continues.

As Always all reviews are welcome.