10/15
The chapter size is back up to snuff.

The third day had come.

Archer's bow was made.

The battle-play was upon them.

Gawain was currently drunk out of his goddamn mind, cursing everything in the whole world.

Alas, it seemed to just be a typical day otherwise. The sun was up high, the sky was a beautiful blue colour, the heat was stifling and the Japanese people were just as hospitable as you'd expect. Gawain hadn't even finished his pint by the time the next one came.

It was currently 3pm and Gawain sat alone in the small bar on the far end of the event hall, completely clad in the Archer cosplay that he wasn't even allowed to take off. He was, for a lack of better words, drinking his sorrows away because there was no way in hell he'd infringe on copyright laws while sober. That led to the problem of why it would only need him to be drunk to commit a crime like that but his King, Rias Gremory, currently wasn't in any kind of position to do otherwise. Reason being that she had made a bet with Leviathan saying that Gawain/Archer would destroy Levia-tan. Their bet centred around Gawain, luckily for Gawain it wasn't him in Archer form.

The reason for this bet actually went back nearly two years on one of his visits with Rias to the Sitri castle to see Sona Sitri. Quite simply, Gawain had gotten himself abducted by Leviathan and she had tried to get him to join her anime, whatever it was. Gawain obviously said no to her and walked away. The bet was simple, if Leviathan won then Gawain was hers to have in her anime and if Rias won, then Serafall would start a new anime...whatever with Gawain as the main character. Honestly, whichever was a problem for Gawain and he wouldn't want to win. He doesn't even know about this bet.

…

"Archer~! You have to win!"

"I am already aware that you want me to win Master. I've told you before, with the swords in my possession no opponent is too strong. And remember, Grayfia has been my opponent a lot of the time. Ice-users are the easiest to deal with for me, super-heating the blades should be easy to keep away from the human's minds."

"And the bow?"

"Well … my eyesight and the gaze I have may be fitting but I've never once used one of the bows from my Gear. I do prefer to feel my blows connecting after all."

"Leviathan-sama won't hold back though."

"Eh? From the off?"

"Hai."

"Master … We are boned."

…

Standing in the centre of the event hall, directly opposite Leviathan who was currently dressed completely in pink and holding onto a magic stick, was Gawain with the black half of the married duo in his left and the white half in his right. It felt right to him holding them in those hands but he was currently unsure on the mostpart for that. Just behind Gawain and to his left was his King or currently Master, Rias Gremory, and she was currently shaking in her boots. Both through anticipation and worry.

She had made a very stupid bet and she knew it, it only struck home once Gawain had confirmed it.

Gawain stood tall though, happy that he could go all out without worrying about hitting a barrier as all the attendees were outside watching from large screens that were on the walls of the event hall. The anticipated destruction was huge and Serafall Leviathan had brought in multiple high-class devils to strengthen the barrier placed on the event hall so they could go all out and make a good showing for everyone that was there.

But first was the spoken dialogue.

"We finally meet, Caster!"

Gawain was quick to deadpan at his Master's declaration. The story for the play was striking grounds for him, he'd much prefer to fight the original Caster. Even if he did believe that her teleporting was complete bullshit, not that it would trump his speed.

'Nyc, is everything prepared on your end?'

'Yeah. We are both going to need a break after this. I'll go into the forests and find a bitch, you can go to Grayfia. We'll have earned it after this façade.'

'Glad I can count on you Nyc.'

'One last thing, everything is fused with me. Let's slay the damn Leviathan bitch!'

If there was one difference between Nyctimus and Gawain, it was that Nyctimus really, really, really hated snakes and things that are associated with them. Therefore as Leviathan, Nyctimus hated her by default.

"Archer! Defeat Caster!"

Looking over his shoulder slightly, Gawain sent a hard gaze over to his King.

Turning back to look at Leviathan, Gawain started to walk towards her slowly. With each step being took, his body shifting into a stance, his arms slowly rising and the swords start to get pointed outwards. And then he disappears, reappearing again directly behind Leviathan who was more than quick to block with her magical stick before teleporting away.

Crash Crash Crash

Barrage upon barrage of icicles shot down towards Gawain, bobbing and weaving as he ran around the event hall. The barrage continued to rain down at him, following him as he ran. Even taking to the walls of the event hall, Gawain found himself being chased by the icicles barely even having room to breathe when they collided with the walls and exploded directly behind him.

Jumping off the wall, he threw both swords towards Leviathan and quickly projected the bow to hand, knocking a Nyctimus-version of Hrunting into place before letting it fly in a stream of red which surged straight in between and passed the two swords making them fly away from each other.

Vaulting as he flew through the air, Gawain caught onto each sword before he landed and was quick to push off again straight into a run safely dodging the icicles this time with a sufficient distance.

"Feuer!"

With a small grunt of annoyance, Gawain pushed his speed to the maximum and rushed towards Rias picking her up and jumping away instantly to dodge the exploding chunk of ice, which exploded into fragments sending them flying into Gawain who was forced to spin and turn, giving his back to the stray projectiles then cut right through him and the armour.

'Even if Lord Gremory made this armour to last, still has nothing on that damn slithering icicle bitch. Boyo, let's begin the copyright.'

Placing his master back down on the ground, Gawain turned to Leviathan and projected the bow again only this time knocking the Nyctimus-version of Caladbolg into place.

"I am the Bone of my Sword."

Letting the sword-turned-arrow fly, it's power radiated as it begun to rotate. Scratching at the air around it, distorting space-time, it flew without restraint. Streaking in crimson, it launched straight at Leviathan piercing straight through the incoming barrage and colliding with the huge block of ice that was acting as an improvised magic circle, resonating with a rainbow glow.

"Steel is my body and Fire is my blood."

Picking up Rias once again, Gawain was forced to change positions again as another barrage of icicles rained down on them.

"I have created over a thousand blades."

Skidding back to a stop, cradling Rias in his left arm, Gawain pushed his right hand forwards into the air pouring some extra mana into his defensive circle forcing it to take the shape of Rho Aias, the seven petalled flower.

"Unknown to death, Nor known to life."

The first petal shatters.

"Have withstood pain to create many weapons."

The second and third petal shatters.

"Yet, those hands will never hold anything."

As the fourth petal shatters, a barely visible smirk appears on Gawain's face.

"So, as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works."

The ground pulsed beneath them, Gawain's Corona magic flooding out in a blaze of fire that engulfs the whole event hall, turning and morphing it into his own creation. Nyctimus sharing his conscious with Gawain to further visualize the Reality Marble.

Blades scattered, hills rise. Everywhere turns into a murky, desert sunset. A barren wasteland only holding sword after sword, some duplicated but all altered. The wrenching grinding of black monolithic gears sounded from above, murky clouds scattered across the sky disguising some of the gears that were turning.

Taking a single step forward, the sword raised up into the air. Raising his hand up into the air, the swords moved and honed in on their target. By the tens, by the hundreds. And then Gawain dropped his hand down to his side and the swords in the sky shot forwards, with the speed and tenacity of a fighter jet's missile.

Raining in much like Leviathan's icicles, they were near endless. Once a sword had struck or missed it's target, it exploded into nothing only for an identical replica to appear elsewhere, waiting for its order.

"Archer~! Join me!"

Gawain answered that the only way he felt possible. By projecting the bow once again with three Caladbolg's in his hand. Knocking one into place and letting it fly upon peak and instantly knocking in the second and doing the same before knocking in the third one.

"Caster. What about your own Master?"

Gawain released he question at the same time he let the final Caladbolg fly.

The trio of rainbow explosion flooded throughout the area. Too much for Fate itself, possibly in Gawain's mind but he isn't facing just a Caster. He was facing a Maou.

"I have no master~!"

With a quick swipe of his hand, the swords above Gawain blurred into motion rocketing towards the smoke that was rapidly dispersing by the barrage of icicles that were being sent through it.

"So you killed him. Yet you are still here."

Pushing off from his position, Gawain sprinted straight towards Leviathan as she stayed where she was floating in the sky trying to counteract the hundreds of blades that were coming her way.

Running his hands outwards, a black nameless spear blinked into view. A firm grip on the spear's shaft for a split second before being launched straight upwards towards Leviathan's undefended underside. Jumping backwards, Gawain projected another black spear and launched that one too before dropping back down to the ground and skidding to a stop.

"Tch.."

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Gawain could tell that Leviathan was still good to go with plenty of magic left while his had just passed the halfway mark.

"Master...no, Rin. Shouldn't you be supporting me by now?"

Leaving no time to hear her reply, Gawain was forced to jump backwards as his eyes widen. Sheer surprise in his eyes as he saw the two black nameless spears embedded in the ground where he was just standing.

'Hasn't been your few days has it Boyo?'

'Ahh Shut up mutt.'

Projecting Kanshou and Bakuya back to hand, Gawain was halfway through re-summoning them as he moved his hands to cut through the oncoming barrage of icicles. One after another they came and one after another Gawain cut them down. As the speed and number of the projectiles increased, Gawain further increased his cutting speed and slowly changed his slicing pattern for ease.

"Rin! I'd really appreciate some support right about now."

Not even taking a glance over his shoulder, Gawain spoke to his master while his arms were quickly approaching the levels of looking like blurs. His feet pressed down into the ground hard, each cut through an icicle sent him backwards ever so slightly.

The icicles were also now starting to get larger, denser and colder forcing Gawain into super-heating the married blades in his hands.

'Damn. Well I'll be, the little Master's Destruction magic looks just like Gandr shots. Who knew?!'

'Ughhh. This can only mean bad things Nyctimus.'

'Well … Just use Gae Bolg to pierce the snake bitch's heart.'

The icicles didn't slow down, even with Rias' help and Gawain only found himself sighing yet again as he continued to slice through the oncoming icicles. Only able to save himself from the splitting fragments by the super-heating of his blades.

'Ahh Fuck it. Nyctimus, call more swords to take out the icicles so I can move from here.'

Not even a second passed by before the icicles started to fall from the sky, the countless number of swords piercing into the pointed blocks of ice and skewering them to the ground before they could disperse away. Jumping backwards in a zigzag pattern, Gawain found himself troubled. Gae Bolg was the only way he could win this but it would also probably kill Leviathan in the process. While beneficial to getting him away from this madness, he'd probably be sentenced to death for killing a Maou. Either that or he could run away and become a stray. Neither really seemed like decent enough options for Gawain.

Allowing the swords to continue their descent into the oncoming barrage of icicles, Gawain lifted both of his hands into the air above his head positioning them in a two-handed style.

Taking a deep breath, a sword started to appear in his hands while particles of golden light started to congregate around the blade that was slowly making itself appear. A golden blade being comforted and engulfed by a mass of flickering golden lights. It condensed and expanded. The Holy energy rising off from it pulsed into the permeating air around Gawain.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

Calling off his swords with a roar, Gawain slashed the empty air right in front of him with his fake Excalibur and the condensed power exploded off from the blade. A surging beam of light rocketed off into the sky crashing straight into Leviathan. Holding the sword steady in front of himself, Gawain could feel the strain on the muscles in his arms. The rapid changing of weapons and the constant pull on his magic was odd, and it was weakening him.

The moment the huge beam of light disappeared, Gawain threw it into the air above him, not waiting for a second to check on his opponent's status. Summoning another four Excaliburs beside the one he threw into the air, Gawain sends them towards Leviathan gathering Holy particles as they flew.

"Haah...haaah..hah."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Gawain dropped to his left knee. Allowing his body to slowly heal by itself, he looked up towards the smoke that lingered in the sky. The hall was silent, nothing but a leisurely breeze flowing through the hall.

"...Archer. I didn't expect you to have so much mana."

An annoyed sigh left Gawain's mouth as the smoke dispersed showing Leviathan worse for wear, a clear cut mark directly over her left shoulder and blood pouring out of it discolouring the upper portion of her left arm in red colour of her blood. What annoyed Gawain the most was the lack of heavy breathing, too many years alive. So much stamina shouldn't be in such a small body, even if it is meant to disguise her true appearance.

"Haaah...I've still got more Caster."

Projecting his bow to hand once again, Gawain knocked into place three Nyctimus-version Hruntings and took in a deep breath before steadying his body, aiming and letting the three 'arrows' fly. Only to see them explode on contact with three quickly formed icicles.

"Archer! Again."

Turning his head to look at his master, Gawain saw Rias hold up two fingers. Two. Gawain could only shake his head with a small wry chuckle.

"I see Master. You always were a bossy one."

Standing back up, Gawain let the floating swords fly again as he prepared himself for what was most definitely going to be the final attack, Whether either he or Leviathan could talk it or even if the barrier could take it.

He steeled himself. Raised both hands over his head, keeping his left hand just to the left of his head and his right hand just to the right of his head. Excalibur appeared in each hand, this time just blinking into existence with it's golden shine and the Holy particles were quick to start collecting around them both. With each gathering particle came an increase in the swords that Gawain used to rain down on the icicles ahead.

The two Excaliburs glistened in their Holy aura, the magic of the blood of a dragon fusing with them both empowering them, combining with the heat from Gawain's corona. It was a last ditch effort.

And then the two swords were brought down. An echoing whistling as the two golden blades sliced through the air. An overwhelming surge of energy burst into life, a thick vibration running through the ground where Gawain stood. The gears in the sky grumbled as they grounded. Then the beams were launched.

The two golden beams of light shot forward into the sky ripping straight through the barrier and the walls of the event hall rising straight up into the darkening sky and resonating together before exploding into a mass of shock-waves that coursed through the sky.

Gawain completely dropping to his knees as his arms had gone numb from both the pressure and overuse of magic, the 'one-use' sub-species to replicate Unlimited Blade Works broke apart and completely disappeared returning the event hall to it's original design.

With a shake of his head with a pained expression on his face, he spoke with respect.

"It's my loss Caster."

Dropping his head down, he heard the soft clack of feet touching the ground behind him. Caster stood heavily wounded, her left arm covered in blood out of commission while her right arm was completely burnt.

The sweet scent of cherry hitting his nostrils as the head of Leviathan appeared to the left side of his vision, her eyes completely full with happiness and a hint of recognition.

"Well done Ga-chan~"

With Leviathan's praise said, Gawain allowed his consciousness to leave him and he fell forwards passing out.

…

With a pained groan, Gawain awoke hours later with pain coursing throughout his body.

"Yaaay~! Ga-chan is awake~!"

As Gawain was slowly getting his bearings back to him, he felt two things towards the back of his head. A strange but lovely softness along with the deep sound of a dog growling.

"Leviathan-sama, why is my head on your lap?"

Gawain was in a very advantageous position, for any man, but he had a fear that Grayfia was either nearby or that she knew what was going on.

"You were tired so I let you use my lap as a pillow~"

"That's … very gracious of you Leviathan-sama."

"Sera-chan~"

Gawain stayed silent, turning his eyes away so he couldn't look at whatever sort of offensive attack that'd come his way.

"Say it, Ga-chan~"

"Leviathan-sama."

"Say it~!"

"Leviathan-sama."

"Say it Ga-chan! Stop being a meanie."

"Sera...fall Leviathan-sama."

"Itaa!"

Gawain winces from the impact of the Maous magical stick against his head.

"Is something wrong Leviathan-sama?"

Gawain is forced to wince again as the magical stick strikes the side of his head once again. He was determined to not call her Sera-chan. He had only recently got used to saying '-sama' after all.

"Leviathan."

Another wince but this time the pain wasn't so bad, it gave Gawain an idea. Not a respectful one in the eyes of the Underworld but it was something typical for him.

"Serafall."

Turning back to look at Leviathan after not being struck in the head with an impossibly sturdy plastic cosplay stick, he saw a sweet, childish smile on the female face before him.

"Now come on Ga-chan. We got an anime role to prepare you for."

"Say what now?"

Done!
If memory serves me right then it's the first true battle i've done with my character losing.
Hopefully i did it well too. Fights aren't my strong point but i do hope i can write them in the manner that you can understand what's happening in motion.

Canis Lykaon powered UBW is definitely strong. So much so I'm tempted to call it Stronk.
All that aside, my fate reference is over for a bit. Well in such size at least, i'll be referencing other things now too xD
Nyctimus ... he had to say what i saw. Hopefully, it's not just me who see the similarity between Gandr shots and the Power of Destruction.
Though it is just cosmetics in my mind.

The copyright has been heavy in this chapter. Possibly just because i used the word copyright.

Hwyl fawr~!