Avenger
Bazett Fraga McRemitz slowly regained her consciousness. Even without opening her eyes, she could tell that was in a hospital – that smell could not be of any other place. She still couldn't feel her right arm, meaning that it all wasn't a dream and that bastard priest had betrayed her and stole her Cu Chulainn from her... That made another question enter her mind: how it was that she was still alive? The fake priest was skilled executioner and his attack would have her bled to death before an ambulance could reach the deserted warehouse.
"So, you're awake." A deep male voice spoke next to her. "You know, you're quite a tough girl, master... Sorry about your arm, though – the medics that that even if they could reattach it, you won't be able to use it anyway." Opening her eyes, Bazett saw the man, who was calling her 'master'. Even based on his voice alone she knew it wasn't Cu Chilainn who somehow had escaped Kirei, but her savior still surprised her quite a bit.
He appeared to be tall man with impressive muscles. He was bald and had a very tanned skin, which spotted a scar here and there. His garb consisted of futuristic gray armor vest worn over naked torso, black pants and black combat boots. Finally, his eyes were hidden behind goggles that were tinted so much that Bazett wondered where he could actually see anything with them on.
"W-who are you?" The now-one-handed magus asked in a dry and raspy voice. Of course, she could feel the great power radiating from the man – he clearly was a heroic spirit – but she could not tell which one he was.
"I'm Avenger." The man introduced himself. He stood up and walked to the window from where he could take a look at the Fuyuki city. "The grail still sees you as a legitimate master, and thus had me summoned to be your servant." Bazett raised her remaining arm from under the covers. Indeed, it now had a 'tattoo' of command seals on it.
"V-very well." She said after a pause. "Let's make Kirei pay for what he did... and win this Grail war."
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The spear-man in blue body suit was walking towards the local school – his disgusting new master had ordered him to scout this part of the town tonight – when he felt a presence of another servant nearby. The said servant was actually closing in on him, so Lancer, deciding that his current position would make a nice battle ground, simply waited for his opponent to appear.
Maybe a minute has passed, but the unknown servant was yet to appear in front of him. The hound of Culann began suspecting that he was actually being followed by an inadequate assassin. His guess was all but proven correct when an ornate knife was thrown at him. And despite being very agile and able to dodge pretty much anything, Lancer failed to avoid this, undoubtedly cursed, knife. And even his enchanted armor failed to stop the projectile... Surprisingly enough, the knife wasn't poisoned or anything, and it dealt only a small bleeding wound that the blue spear-man was sure he could ignore completely.
It was then his attacker revealed himself, stepping out of a shadowed back alley. This man most definitely didn't look like an assassin, nor did he possess a presence concealment skill of any meaningful rank. But if this wasn't an Assassin, then who was this heroic spirit? Rider? Or maybe even Saber? – those twin daggers the man had on his belt did look suspicious...
Well, no matter. Twirling his Gae Bolg above his head, Lancer charged at the strange heroic spirit, who used his daggers to block the cursed spear. At least this guy wasn't all that bad, Lancer thought, anticipating an entertaining fight. But as the two continued exchanging blows, Cu Chuliann came to a conclusion that his opponent wasn't all that great either: sure, he was proficient with those daggers, but he wasn't a true master... Though the unknown heroic spirit surely had a great endurance, and even after five minutes of non-stop fighting, he still looked as full of energy as he was when he first entered this battle.
Then Lancer switched his attention back to himself. For some reason he felt weaker and more tired than he should. Glancing down, he saw a possible and very likely reason for this: the wound on his stomach was still open and bled as if it had just been dealt. So that knife was cursed after all... Sudden movement brought the blue-clad spear-man back to reality: his opponent was attacking him, and the hound of Culann was forced to jump away in order to evade the daggers the unknown servant was swinging at him.
The next moment Lancer had to duck under the very same dagger – they were thrown at him – but in doing this, he left himself completely defenseless against the goggle-wearing man, who charged at him with his bare fists... And Cu Chulainn had to admit that that right hook did hurt. Still, it was nothing he couldn't shrug off, and so the fight continued – the unknown servant now using an armature rod he got from somewhere as a makeshift sword.
Of course, no normal object could be comparable to a noble phantasm, but they most definitely were much more common and as such the mysterious heroic spirit could easily replace his improvised weapons as soon as Lancer broke them... This was quickly turning into a battle of attrition, and Lancer could see that he'd lose it. Thus, he needed either to disengage and leave, or to finish this guy off. And the second alternative was much more favorable, even if it went against his master's order... Jumping further back to put some more distance between them, Lancer reared his spear.
"Gae- !" Unfortunately, it looked like he had underestimated the power of a command seal: it somehow sensed that he was going to attack with a sure-kill technique and stopped him. And even worse, the jolt of pain that accompanied it had shocked him enough for the unknown servant to close in on him and deliver a painful uppercut...
Today most definitely wasn't his day, Cu Chulainn decided. And since he had no ways to kill his opponent fast – the goggle-wearing man proved to be way too resistant to damage to go down quickly from normal attacks – the blue-clad spear-man decided that it was time to retreat. After all, the order his master had given him said nothing about not killing enemy servants on the second meeting... Landing a powerful kick on his opponent's stomach and making him stumble a few steps back, Lancer began fading out of the real world as he assumed his spiritual form. But before he could completely disappear, the unknown servant spoke.
"And tell your slimy backstabbing master that Avenger is coming after him!" For a moment the hound of Culann wondered, whether he had indeed been fighting against a servant of a class outside of the canonical seven, but he then accepted this possibility as just an oddity of a Grail war. More importantly, though, it looked like this servant knew exactly who his (new) master was, and what he had done to get him... This meant... His original master was still alive! Were he in a physical body, Cu Chulainn would have smiled: he really liked that girl, whereas the same most definitely couldn't be said about the fake priest he had to serve now.
Avenger
True identity: Richard B. Riddick
Series: "Riddick series"
Age: unknown, appears to be around 40.
Sex: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Strength: B+
Endurance: A+
Agility: A
Mana: E
Luck: C
Independent action: C
Magic resistance: E+
Bravery: A+
Instincts: A
Presence concealment: D
Projectile: Daggers: B
Clairvoyance: D - Riddick can track fast-moving objects. Otherwise his vision is of normal sharpness.
Night vision: A - Riddick's eyes are enhanced to see clearly in the darkness.
Battle Continuation: B+
Eye of the Mind (false): B
Riding: C++ - Riddick is a skilled pilot and can ride any vehicle that needs as little as one pilot to operate. However, he has troubles when trying to ride animals.
Noble Phantasms:
Furyan warrior: B+, support, permanently active. Riddick is a Furyan and is one of the strongest among his race. He is much tougher than a human, has much faster natural regeneration, possesses greater stamina and almost ridiculously-high pain threshold. His senses are more acute than human's – even before the surgery he could see well in the darkness. Additionally, Riddick can release a powerful energy shock-wave to kill or severely damage nearby enemies, but he can't do this consciously and the trigger for this ability is unknown.
Irgun's knife: "Bleed to death, my enemy": C+, anti-person. An ornate knife, which became cursed because of the Riddick's legend. When Riddick throws it at his enemy, a luck check is performed. If successful, the knife ignores all armor and all magical defenses and deals a bleeding wound that can not be healed until the end of the fight and will slowly reduce target's life to its absolute possible minimum. Effect will be removed if Riddick is killed or if the fight ended without clear winner. This noble phantasm can be used on each enemy only once, successfully or not, within one fight.
All for the victory: B, support, permanently active. A bit similar to Lancelot's "Knight of Honor" noble phantasm. Riddick can wield any weaponry or items that can be conceptualized as such, regardless of how it was created or its time of origin, with deadly skill and precision. However, these weapons do not gain a status of noble phantasms, nor can this ability affect 'weapon containers' such as jet fighters.
