Chapter 4: Welcome to the Show

"This must've been quite the battle." Damian said as he looked over the ravaged road. They had been entering the city when they literally stumbled onto this site. It had all the hallmarks of a Servant battle, with cracks everywhere and a trace of prana around the site. Then again, considering Bellwood was under the protection of Ben 10 and where all the aliens seemed to hang out, it could be one of them instead. It was hard to tell at times. The reveal of aliens caused some problems in the Magi Association last he heard. "Is there any way to tell who was possibly involved?"

"A bit tricky, I'm afraid." Caster replied, looking sensuous dressed in low-cut clothing. "But given the size of the cracks I'd have to guess that we're looking at the results of a battle between two swordfighters."

"Well, Saber's been busy. But which class can also show skill with a blade?"

"If we narrow it down to the known classes, I would have to guess it was a Rider class. I can't imagine anyone else using a sword with enough skill to last against a Saber. But unfortunately there's nothing to help us figure out who they were."

"You can't ask your boyfriend for help or something?" He asked, half-joking. As soon as they had gotten a private carriage on a train (With her help of course) she freely admitted her identity. She was Lilith, Adam's first wife, cast out of Eden for refusing to submit to him and God's will. But as she told it, the truth was not quite so straightforward. Yes, she had been created to be his wife, gifted with knowledge from the Forbidden Tree. And so she was smart enough to realise she didn't want to be a toy for an idiot dumber than the animals living with them. She spent her time staying away from Adam, tricking him whenever he got close to her. For another reason was that Adam was very well-endowed, as large as a fire hydrant. She was certain that only her regenerative powers would allow her to survive sex with him, a fact reinforced after she saw him drill and pound a boulder to gravel. Annoyed at their lack of trust, God created Eve to be his new wife, but left her as stupid as he was. The sounds of her scream echoed through the gardens, reminding Lilith what she had escaped. One day, Eve and Adam were told by a snake that tree wasn't really forbidden, ate the apples, and became smart enough to actually think. But this didn't make things better for Lilith. Adam was now smart enough to realise that he wanted only her, while Eve was smart enough to feel jealousy as her husband sought her out. Angered by their actions, God banished all three of them from Eden, leaving them to wander for an age. Lilith went as far away from the others as she could, and didn't return for many centuries. Over that time, she crafted spells of her own design, allowing her to twist the world around her with blood.

Personally, he didn't really care if she just wanted to have fun, break the world, or whatever. As long as she helped him get his old power and prestige back, she could do whatever she wanted.

"Strangely enough Demons aren't really fond of the Throne of Heroes. And the rules clearly state that no Divine Spirits could ever be summoned. But I'm sure we could figure things out. All we have to do is wait." As they walked down the road, Damian heard people muttering about the recent murders. Probably the work of a Servant, collecting prana to sustain themselves. But the mention of the swastika was certainly interesting. He doubted there were many heroes that were related to the swastika and were willing to murder people.

Oh damn.

"We can probably confirm that one of our enemies is a Nazi." He whispered to Lilith. "Whether it's a Master or a Servant, I can't tell. But either way, we'll be able to track them down."

"My thoughts exactly. You know, with everything the Grail's taught me, I always find it amazing how people instantly blame Satan for their deeds. It's not like he can corrupt anyone not willing to listen to him. He's not holding them down and hurting people."

"Yeah, well people are always fond of blaming others." He had no illusions of morality. Give someone enough reason, and they'll break every rule they could. "But we're not here for a morality lesson. Let's just find a new base and set up some defences." He was about to say more when they heard gunfire and screaming. They instinctly glanced over to see it came from a bank not far from them. Using some limited magic, he managed to get a better look at what was happening inside. A group of four hooded crooks were waving around guns and forcing everyone to the ground. He saw the massive vault door blocking their way to all the funds, looking secure enough to last the end of the world.

"Please tell me we're not going to go rushing in to save those people." Lilith drawled at him, looking annoyed.

"We're not. We're going to use those creeps to steal the money ourselves. You can melt through the back, right?"

"But of course." They rushed round quickly, aware that the clock was ticking down. Either the thieves would get in first, or the cops would show up to arrest everyone looking suspicious. Lilith materialised her robes, making her look like some demoness, as she sliced her hands. She rubbed them in a vague circle, before drawing a pentacle inside of it. She could do this faster, but not without revealing her presence to every Servant looking for them. "Sanguis Gubernare Fervefacio." The circle glowed red before steam started billowing from it. Lilith redirected the blood to fill the circle, leaving them a nice opening big enough for a truck. Damn. He really should've grabbed one first. Ah well, they should start grabbing things while they were undisturbed.

"Grab as many notes as you can. If we have time, we'll pick up some gold bars or something. But the cash's more important." Luckily, there were some cases ready for loading inside the vault. Lilith slit her wrists, causing tendrils of blood to flow and start grabbing handfuls of cash from around the room. After helping her load the first case – and realising she was doing more than he was – he moved to the door to try and hear what was going on. Things weren't sounding too promising.

"…Taking so long?" He heard one of the crooks yelling. A dull thud echoed, like something very meaty was just punched. A loud cry confirmed it.

"Please sir. The vault takes time to open. It's a security feature to stop people like you. Just give it a bit more time."

"Well make it work faster. If it's not open in the next couple of minutes, I'll start breaking parts off these people. Bet your company would love that, wouldn't they?" They were hidden behind a sudden rattling sound as metal scraped against metal. The pins.

"We'd better hurry up. The door's opening soon." He grabbed one of the cases, straining to drop it to the floor. Lilith grabbed the other cases and went moving towards the hole, with him right behind her. But as they rounded the corner, they nearly ran into another hooded man smoking outside, right next to a truck. They all looked at each other in surprise. The man jumped quickly, reaching for his gun, but Lilith was faster. A red river flowed from his sleeves, cuffs and hood, circling round Lilith until it fused with her. A rattling corpse fell to the ground as she loaded the cases into the truck. Damian made sure that the truck was ready for a quick getaway. Once those thieves noticed the hole in the wall, they were going to find them here. He got the damn thing to start just in time for Lilith to hop in and to hear a lot of shouting. He gunned it, nearly taking some poor guy's head off as he came rushing out of the alleyway. As he drove down the road, he saw the police turning into the alley the same time that more rushed in through the front door. As soon as they ditched this truck, they'd be in the clear.

"You know, this is probably the only robbery I've done that's gone off well." Lilith said as she leaned back in her seat. "All those stories of people just waltzing in and taking everything? Bullshit. I got gunned down three times before I decided to quit.

"With any luck, everyone will just assume that the last member of that group betrayed them for cash, and no one will be looking for us." He replied, keeping one eye out for cops.

"And when we stop, see if you can crush this heap."

Shirou yawned as he walked down the hallways of the Plumber Base for the elevator. It surprised him just how big this place was. According to this blond girl he met, this whole place was a combination of HQ, prison, garage, hanger, and armoury fused into one. Everything that could be needed to stop alien invasions and plans were all in here. No wonder he ended up getting lost.

And I'm hanging out with real live alien heroes. He thought to himself, watching as a couple of officers in their customary white spacesuits passed with a… giant chicken man strapped to a floating table. Weird. He kept looking at them until the girl steered him towards the elevator. They moved down several floors, each one bleeding into the next until the doors finally opened.

"Ok, floor 58. Your girlfriend should be not far from here." The girl said to him, leading him along the circular balcony.

"Thanks ma'am. I'm really sorry for her behaviour. She thought Ben was someone from her past." It had been completely embarrassing.

"Just don't mention the fact that you wandered around a bit before I found you, and we're square. And I told you, call me Lucy."

"Right. Sorry Lucy." When she first found him completely lost in the cloned halls, she had looked incredibly angry at him. This must've been why. He supposed that it would be embarrassing to have the guy you're supposed to watch over vanish on you. "You know, Arturia could learn a thing or two from you about cooling off. You seem pretty laid back."

"I'm not going to talk to her." Now she looked angry. "The only thing I'm going to do is make sure she doesn't lay a finger on my cousin." Her cousin? She was related to Ben 10? Damn, no wonder she was so angry before. A large heavy door hissed as it opened slowly to them, making him feel like he was the one currently in jail. "Stay away from the line on the floor, and the automated security system should leave you alone. But don't think you're going to get her out of there. The stasis field is more than enough to handle her." And Lucy walked off with a frown on her face. Shirou passed through the doors, feeling a bit claustrophobic as they clamped up behind him. Inside was a room with a few chairs around a glass wall – except that glass wouldn't have been tough enough for a prison – and inside it was Arturia. She was bound head to toe in chains and cuffs, barely giving her any room to move. And as she was as much flesh and blood as he was, there was no way she would be able to escape. Right now, she was sulking. In fact, she'd been sulking ever since Ben turned into that black knight. Maybe it was someone she fought before.

"I have dishonoured myself." She said as he came closer, making sure not to pass the solid line on the ground. "I let my rage cloud my judgement, and I let all my frustrations out on the wrong person."

"Well, he was technically the person you thought he was. But it was just a form to him. He doesn't really remember anything about them." Attacking a famous hero was a bad way to start things off, but hopefully now that she'd calm down they could make an alliance. They didn't seemed pleased when he told them about Angra Mainyu. Surely with the help of the plumbers they could stop the Grail War once and for all. "And he's forgiven you. I think. Look, just give everyone some time to cool their heads and we'll be back out there stopping the other teams. I promise." He figured now was a good time to ask her about those forms. Sure, the Plumbers probably had cameras listening in. But it might be useful information for Ben to know. "So, who were those guys anyway? And why did you hate them so much?"

"I only hated Mordred. I was… shocked when I saw…" She bit her lip, looking very worried. "You recall my legend, right?"

"Well yeah." Everyone knew the legend of King Arthur (Or in this case, King Arturia), and he got the correct version from Arturia herself. Born to Uther Pendragon and whisked away by Merlin, she grew up as a squire until the day she pulled Caliburn from the stone and became king of Camelot. She disguised herself as a man, and led the kingdom into prosperity. After Caliburn was destroyed in a duel, she was given Excalibur by the Lady of the Lake, her most famous weapon. But tragedy struck multiple times. Her half-sister, Morgana, hypnotised her, stole some semen from her and used it to create the homunculus Mordred. Mordred wore a helmet at all times to hide the fact that she looked exactly like the king, and became a part of the Knights of the Round Table. Later, she revealed herself to Arturia, confident that the King would accept her after all her hard work. But angered by this betrayal, Arturia made it clear that Mordred would never be her daughter. Angered by this, Mordred swore she would return to kill Arthur and take her rightful place. Not long after, Arturia's wife Guinevere had an affair with her best friend, Sir Lancelot of the Lake. Arturia didn't actually mind – she only took a wife to safeguard the kingdom, and was actually happy for the two – but her political rivals found out about it. Left with no choice, Arturia was forced to execute her own Queen. Lancelot slew several members of the Round to try and save her, but it was too late. A civil war broke out in Camelot, and Arturia finally faced Mordred in battle. She killed the homunculus, but suffered grave wounds during the fight. Her remaining knights carried her to Avalon to rest, while her soul was taken by the Throne of Heroes to take part in the Holy Grail War. "Oh. So that was her. No wonder you freaked out like that."

"Indeed. But it was still poor of me to act in such a manner. And as for the Knight, he was my dearest friend. Lancelot."

"Really? He…didn't really look like a knight in shining armour." Maybe his armour looked evil because he was always remembered as a traitor, bringing the downfall of Camelot. But he didn't really fight like a Saber. The way he ignored Gwen's orders was more like a Berserker. His thoughts were interrupted as the great doors hissed open again. He turned to see Rin clomping through, looking very annoyed at something. No doubt it was Arturia's behaviour. She was probably going to shout their ears off about it. But she sat down at one of the chairs, ignoring them completely. This was… strange. Normally she'd have blown up by now.

"…Plumbers are hax." She finally spoke up, still looking at the ground. Both he and Arturia had looks of confusion. "I mean, turning into every hero in the Throne? That's even more broken than Gilgamesh. We don't even know his limits. For all we know, in order to beat him you'd have to kill every last form he has. Do you know how many heroes there are in the Throne?"

"Uh…"

"Exactly. No one does. What qualifies someone as a hero anyway? Several of them were pure evil. This is complete bullshit."

"Well, at least he's limited by prana, right? How much could Gwen give him?" From the glare she was giving him, he knew he said the wrong thing.

"Oh, don't get me started on her. Her magic circuits are even worse. Aliens are hax too."

"Uh, does she have a lot?" Rin always bragged about having 40 inborn magic circuits, a high number for any magus.

"Her whole body is made of magic circuits. Her bones, her skin, her organs. Hell, even her soul count's as one mega magic circuit. She's got more than any mage alive today." Everything?! That would mean she'd have a few hundred Magic circuits inside her. Forget having more than any mage alive, she's probably got more than any mage ever.

Rin was right. That is so hax.

"Well, at least we're their allies now. They want to stop Angra Mainyu as much as we do."

"Yeah, but they want to find out how to get Ben 10 out of the game without killing him. They'll probably just use Angra Mainyu to wish him free, regardless of the cost."

"Rin, that's not true. Ben's a great hero. I'm sure he'll put the world before himself."

"Even if it costs him his life? And what about his cousin? Do you really think she'll let him die without a fight?" He didn't have an answer. Yeah, the news showed him as a great hero (or at least the ones that didn't belong to Will Harangue). But that might just be their on screen personalities. But he'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt. The doors hissed again, and as they opened Arturia hissed in shock. He turned to see a creepy looking man in a massive knobbly robe walk in, alongside Gwen, Kevin, and Rook. His eyes were looking away from each other, giving him a very demented look, and right now he was looking at a book with a screaming face on the front. Shirou hoped that it wasn't really made from human skin.

"…This is unbelievable." Ben was saying in a higher-pitched voice, flicking through the pages. "Of all the heroes I had to turn into I get the weirdo with the freaking Necronomicon? I mean, listen to this. For a simple spell, I need to have at least 3 litres of blood on hand. 3 litres! Where am I supposed to get that much without hurting people?"

"Gill de Rais." Arturia breathed. Was this guy from her kingdom or something.

"I've heard that name." Gwen said excitedly. "Gill De Rais was a minor knight in the service of Joan of Arc. After she was burned at the cross, he ended up going insane, worked with Francois Prelati, and murdered several children from his area. He was hung for his crimes, and became the inspiration for Bluebeard."

"Was Bluebeard not that famous pirate that sailed the seven seas, had cigars under his hat and was said to swim for several minutes after being beheaded?" Rook asked, looking confused.

"No, man. That was Blackbeard. Bluebeard was this crazy guy who married beautiful women, dissected them, and hang them in his basement like some kind of bug collector." Kevin replied. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "What? I read stories."

"The bigger question is how exactly does the most famous of all heroes know a Frenchman in the service of Joan of Arc?" Ben asked. "Did you two meet in another Grail War? Because for some reason I keep thinking you're Joan."

"He was like that when we last met too. He murdered many children to offend God." Ben gaped at her before twisting the dial as fast as her could. When the flash went away, he was Rider for some reason. Was he going to be everyone they already met?

"Well that freak's off the table." He (or she) said firmly. "Anyway, we came down here because I've decided that stopping that Angry Man-thing is more important. Along with stopping those murders. According to Rin, they're probably the work of a Servant harvesting prana."

"Angra Mainyu. And yeah, but like I told Gwen, the swastikas are new. Maybe their master is a neo-Nazi."

"Maybe. But for now, we need to be ready to stop them. As long as this war's going on, everyone's in danger."

"You seem to know that Saber." Rin noted. "Who is he?"

"Sir George." Ben and Arturia replied at the same time. They looked at each other in surprise.

"He tried to cause an uprising and take Excalibur from me, claiming that he required it more than I ever would. It was a close fight, but we managed to drive him and his Order of Infinite out of Camelot. As far as I knew, they had faded into legend." Arturia explained.

"Well, the truth may surprise you. George was actually some guy from ancient Roman Times. You know, Caesar and all that. Then he went off to become a knight and fought against an interdimensional conqueror called Diagon. He removed the guy's heart, threw him into his dimension and locked the door. He probably wanted Excalibur to use against anyone that tried to free him. Or to kill the creep permanently. Nowadays, everyone remembers him as the dude that slayed a dragon."

"…He's WHAT?!" Rin shouted in shock. He knew that someone living for practically forever was amazing, but it wasn't that bad. "This is bad. This is bad. He'll most likely remember every hero he's met, making your defences less effective. And if he's most remembered for killing a dragon, then his sword will be very effective against anything with a dragon's blood in them. And that's exactly what Arturia has. The blood of a dragon."

"You left out the part where that sword of his is capable of destroying a planet and a god." Kevin added, smirking. Rin only stared at him before sinking into her seat again.

This was getting pretty complicated.

Oh. My. God. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! She actually took part in a real fight. That was so intense. Like, Saber was going all wham, bam on that guy in the white-and-red armour, and then those other guys showed up, and they started fighting Rook and Gwen and Kevin of team Ben 10, and there was that crazy lady that Saber said was King Arthur and, and…

God, she nearly wet her panties when her spell exploded like that. It was supposed to create a smokescreen, but it was like she dipped herself in flour. She had been nearly hyperventilating as she imagined a massive blade cleaving through her, but Saber managed to get them both out of there in record time. She knew he probably wanted to stay and fight though. It was the kind of thing he'd do.

"Do you think that Ben 10 was that Servant's Master?" She asked Saber. Just her damn luck that she'd have to fight the guy she admired so much.

"I don't think so." He replied. "I sensed the prana flowing from Gwendolyn, as befitting a powerful witch like her. What did surprise me was the fact that Tennyson didn't show up at all. He's usually right in the thick of things like that."

"Maybe he was investigating those murders." An idea came to her. "Hey, if those murders are done by a Servant, then we should investigate them too. We could meet up with him, fight some creeps, and get rid of a Servant all at the same time."

"Perhaps." Saber relented. "But I would ask you to remain at a safe distance at all times, and never go anywhere without either Tennyson or myself. While he may be a changeling, he is honourable and fair. The idea of killing a Master would be inconceivable to him."

"Right"

Though Saber didn't realise this, they were being watched by someone. The Servant Assassin was scoping out the layout of the castle, having followed them during the night after their battle. As far as he could tell though, the technological defences may cause him enough troubles for Saber to take him out. Slow and steady was necessary in all cases. While his Master liked to remind him of that, it was something he knew all too well. Besides, a powerful opponent like Saber could be used to thin out the herd before he finally fell.

His next stop was to find out where those other teams were going.

"No, no." The young girl whimpered. "Please. Stay back. Stay back!" Her pleading fell on deaf ears as the armoured gauntlet grabbed her face and glowed with a black mist. Her skin turned sallow and gaunt, as all her energy was drained. Darkstar took a rewarding breath as he drank in her prana. This was the life. While it wasn't mana itself, it was close enough to sustain his looks. And with Rider at his heels like a good mutt, he would be ready for when Tennyson and his team showed up. Oh, lovely Gwen was going to make such a rewarding prize. Pity his dog kept glaring at him in anger. Oh well. The Command Seals would remind him of who is the Master around here.

"A pity Gwendolyn isn't here already." He said to himself. "I'd be able to get back at that Harlot Charmcaster by now." A sixth sense quickly led him do dodge an attack, his Servant blocking another with the flat of his blade. "What? Who dares to attack me?" He shouted angrily.

"You dare to call my niece a harlot?" A deep voice commanded, as a robed man stepped from the shadows. He had pallid white skin, except for black markings that made his face look like a skull. He was dressed in a long red robe that bared his chest and his arms, revealing him to rather well muscled for a mage. But Darkstar wasn't worried. He had a Servant, while this fool was alone. "You must be Morningstar. Hope told me about how you attempted to use her for power. How you tried to take Ledgerdomain from her." His bird-headed staff started glowing with energy. "I've been looking forward to meeting the man that broke her heart."

"You dare to believe you can best me? I have learnt how to use magic of my own, and I have a powerful warrior of old serving me. You have nothing, old man. You will die alone." Rider charged for the mage, only to get knocked aside by a black blur. As he crashed to the ground and rolled back onto his feet, Darkstar had a proper look at the newcomer. He had long silvery hair, and was dressed in a fine suit and coat. In his hands was a long staff that seemed comprised of metallic plates fused together. He gave it a quick spin, the edges glowing and humming.

"What made you think I was alone?" the mage smirked. "Lancer, I'm sure you can handle Rider alone. But this boy is mine."

"Of course, Master Hex." Lancer replied, before jabbing the end of his spear into the ground. A wave of energy roiled over to Rider, who jumped over it to try and cleave Lancer. But the Servant dodged it, redirecting the strike to crash into the ground before jumping away. Rider gave chase, the sound of clashing blades echoing a bit before they were alone.

"Birdy Morto Naga!" Darkstar chanted, channelling his acquired mana through his hands into a beam. It moved slowly and haphazardly, Hex dodging it with ease. The old man seemed almost insulted by his actions.

"Teewat Ligara." He replied, a silver tornado forming before him and rushing for Darkstar. He barely managed to dodge it in time, only getting thrown into a wall instead of pulverised against it. But Hex wasn't done. "Eterla Morbulous." The wall behind Darkstar crumbled, nearly crushing him beneath it. He blasted it with his energy, before turning back to Hex and trying again.

"Birdy Morto Naga!" He shouted, and again Hex dodged his blast with ease.

"That's all you know how to do?" He asked. "Tara Tremmo Eradico." The rubble behind Darkstar rose and smashed into him with large force. "That is one of the most basic of spells. A child could master it with ease. And you can't even pronounce it right. Birdi Mordo Nata." A powerful beam fired from his staff, blowing a hole in the wall with ease and speed that Darkstar could never replicate. "Now, do us all a favour and die."

He did the only thing he could do at the moment, with his own mana almost nothing. He screamed.

"Your Master doesn't seem like much." Lancer said as he faced Rider down an alleyway. "According to my Master, he's nothing more than a one-trick pony. His latest attempt to gain power was figured out within moments. And he has you helping him chase down people to drain them of their limited prana. How the mighty have fallen." Rider didn't say anything, merely readying his blade. Lancers were fast, but this enclosed space was a hindrance to both of them. It was too narrow for his long blade to move, but Lancer was just as limited. He had to get him out into the open. Rider charged him at full speed, his blade barely blocked in time. Limited to vertical strikes, the two Servants fought for dominance enough to smash their opponent again and again. This continued until Lancer ran up the side of the wall and landed at the entrance to the alleyway. Rider prepared himself for the coward to run again.

But instead, Lancer did something different.

"Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution." He shouted, activating his Noble Phantasm. Annoyingly, Rider didn't have any knowledge of what language that was in. As he readied his stance for an oncoming attack, he was nearly thrown into the air as a spike of some kind pierced his foot. As he jumped off it back to the ground, another spike stabbed him in the chest, forcing him to move again. While jumping, he watched as the walls and floor were covered in wooden stakes. So this was his Noble Phantasm. A useful clue, provided he survived this. Given how overpowered this felt, Lancer must've prepared it earlier and led him here willingly. He had to get past him and escape to normal ground. As he pushed himself off the wall, Lancer spun his staff for a few seconds. The staff hummed louder and louder until he released a wave of energy at Rider, knocking him to the ground. Rider twisted at the last second, causing him to be impaled with a dozen stakes through the chest instead of his back. Gritting his teeth at the pain, he struggled free just in time to feel more spikes erupting out of his skin. This was becoming very annoying. An enjoyable fight, but still annoying. With a loud yell, he turned and raced for Lancer, slicing through the stakes with his blade. Lancer readied his lance, but Rider was prepared for that. He waited till the last moment, and then jumped over his strike and beyond the alleyway. Lancer turned to block the follow-up, and they both pushed away from each other. Rider smiled, ready to face such a powerful opponent. But at that moment, the air was shattered by his Master's screams. It seemed he was going to have to wait till another day to finish this.

"Grani: Child of Sleipnir." He shouted, blowing on a horn lashed to his belt. A large grey horse, with metal fused to its skin appeared beneath him. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it left fire in the wake of its eight legs. It appeared blind, save for a large crown attached to its forehead. He remembered Odin All-Father saying it was bred by a man called Techadon. It severed him well in life, and it will serve him well in this War. With impressive speed, Grani outraced Lancer with ease and spotted his Master being attacked. With a subtle flick, the crown glowed red and fired beams at Lancer's Master. The Mage dodged them quickly, allowing Rider to grab his Master and race on into the night. He looked back to see Lancer grab his own Master and vanish. But before they left, Lancer gave him a smirk.

This fight was far from over.

Now we get to see some of the other Servants fight. Caster mainly uses Blood Magic of all kinds, since she has really powerful regenerative abilities. The standard stuff, like weapon forming, monster creation, boiling or controlling someone's blood. It makes her very dangerous for her class. I made a passing mention to Assassin to show that he is now in Bellwood too. But the key bit was the fight between Lancer and Rider. I know that Darkstar would've probably put up a better fight than that in the show, but I'm turning him into this story's Shinji. If someone needs to get their ass kicked, it'll be him. As for Rider, I looked up on Wikipedia about his horse Grani, and apart from being the son of Sleipnir, it didn't really say if it gave him any powers. But then I remembered that we have alien tech too, and so Grani and Sleipnir were both originally Techadon cyborgs that Odin stole from the Weapon Masters by force. Is it Lore-Friendly? Probably not. Is it badass? Hell yes. This is also why I gave Lancer a Kinetic Spear, to give him some long-range attacks beside his Noble Phantasm.

Oh, and all the spells used by Hex were from the Ben 10 show, as found on the Wiki.