Gilgamesh leapt into the rafters as Andrew charged forward at the priest. The young mage looked around the area, his opponent seemed to have disappeared. He felt the fist slam into his back before he felt the pain he was already sliding across the ground. He reholstered the gun and readied his sword for the attack that he saw coming. "Times two!" Andrew shouted as he swung his sword across to block. For the briefest moment he saw a look of shock on the Priest's face before it was replaced with his stoic demeanor. Andrew pulled himself to safety on his feet, making sure to keep his enemy in view at all times.

They clashed once again each of them dodging the other's attacks. Andrew's face held in a wild scowl while the Priest seemed to regard the fight as happening to someone else. "Times Three!" Andrew screamed as he felt every muscle in his body tighten as if he were being electrocuted. His arm swung faster than ever audibly slicing through the wind.

"Times Two." The priest said quietly to himself as he raised his blades up and against Andrew's speeding attack. The sparks that flew brought legitimate shock to Andrew's face before he brought his leg up to kick his opponent away. Just before they came apart he saw the two symbols, one on each hand of the priest. One looked like a sharp blade the other like the tip of a massive greatsword. He jumped farther back as he realized what kind of magic the priest had always used in combat. They were both rune users, this fight was going to speed Andrew's momentum against his brute strength.

The two glared at one another as another battle roared above them, but they ignored the fight of their servants. All that mattered right now was what each of them considered to be their god given duty. Andrew wanted to see the man that murdered his family put into the ground, because he knew that was the only thing that would bring him solace, and end the waking nightmare he had been living since that night. And the Priest fought to finish something that should've ended long ago.

Andrew reached for his knife and with his still slightly enhanced speed he threw it at his opponent who caught the blade in his palm before he threw it to the ground. His hand only bleeding from a small scratch. That was enough to confirm Andrew's theory, not only did he have superior strength, his defense was higher too. He'd need to be creative with his blade, and use everything he had learned, not just as a Cabal, but also as a member of the Clock Tower. He reached into his pocket and pulled a few rocks out that he held in his left hand while he glared ahead at the unfazed man in front of him. It was clear that Andrew was the least experienced of the two, but that wasn't going to stop him. He was a master in this war after all, and not just any master, but the master of…

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"Gilgamesh!" Enkidu shouted in joy as he bounced from beam to beam dodging golden weapons one after another. "This brings back so many memories!"

"Indeed!" Gilgamesh said with a joyful laugh as he reached for a sword beside himself. "I may even battle you in close quarters combat. I saw another Archer do it once, so I shouldn't have any trouble!" He said before he jumped in the same direction that Enkidu was moving swinging the wide tipped golden sword downward.

"You're sloppy!" Enkidu shouted before he threw his chain at the king who barely had the chance to block the attack with his blade and deflect the dart at the end. "I was hoping you'd give me more of a challenge than that other Archer."

"What was his Nobel Phantasm anyway?" The King said backflipping away from the dart coming back towards him.

"He was 'impossible to hit'." Enkidu said using his fingers to quote in the air. "This culture is weird." He said looking at his hands before shaking his head. "He could bend the air around him deflecting projectiles and other strikes away from himself. Apparently in life the guy never got hit."

"Interesting." Gilgamesh said crossing his arms. His joyful grin not coming off his face.

"So what made you willing to follow some 'mongrel'?" Enkidu asked with a chuckle.

"He's following the path I didn't." Gilgamesh said glancing over at Andrew who had leapt over The Priest swinging his sword downward. "I want to see which of us was right in the end."

"So you never went after Ishtar?" Enkidu asked swinging his dart around playfully.

"I didn't see the point." Gilgamesh said shrugging his shoulders. "He however has made it his life goal. Granted he did not summon me to achieve that goal, but now I'm here to watch the path I didn't take."

"So you're using him?"

"When have I ever not used someone?" Gilgamesh asked with a cocky smirk. "Now my friend, let's reenact the mightiest of battles!" He shouted holding his hands in the air as golden disks appeared behind him.

"I missed this." Enkidu said to himself before he leapt towards the onslaught of attacks and coming face to face with Gilgamesh.

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Andrew grunted in pain as the fist slammed into his face throwing him away. He felt his mana starting to run out, and didn't know what to do. "Funf." He said as he threw the crystals Rin had given him for emergencies. They landed in front of The Priest before taking the form of a raging inferno.

He breathed softly as he felt the warmth wash over his body before The Priest burst through the flame with the seals on his hands glowing. "Times Two." The both said at the same time. Andrew ducked under one fist and brought his sword in for the killing blow before the other fist slammed into his stomach hard enough to push a drop of blood from his lips and make his eyes pop slightly.

He brought his speeding leg up into the man's side landing a solid blow pushing him away. Andrew grimaced, the problem with using the Momentum Rune was that he felt the increased speed with each attack he used. The bruise on his foot was already forming, but he had to push through all of the pain he was feeling. He spun the sword in his hand as he gripped the crystals in his other hand. The Priest turned his head to look at the young mage. Neither of them had to say a word, they both knew the other was strong in their own right, and either fighter could come out on top. Neither was willing to let themselves be the loser in their battle.

They both charged forward as Andrew held each crystal between his fingers he threw all of them. "Null." He whispered before a firestorm erupted in-between the two fighters. He was well aware that he was about to get burned, but if he was lucky so was his opponent, and right now any damage he could do to the armored Priest was to his advantage.

The Enemy burst through the flames holding his hands to his side ready to strike or block depending on the situation. "Times Two." Andrew said swinging the sword in the air and downward towards his enemy.

The Priest clapped his hands together on the blade causing a shockwave to emanate in front of him. Andrew's eyes widened in shock before he composed himself and ripped the sword from the man's hands and started to swing it again. Both men made eye contact as they both thought they were going to win the fight.

Andrew felt a bead of sweat starting to pool on his forehead as he reached into his coat and pulled out a small black revolver. With a single gunshot he turned the entire fight around. As the building around them burned Andrew stalked over to the unbalanced Priest.

The Priest looked up to see a face that he had only seen in his nightmares. The young man in front of him was holding a smoking gun in one hand and a green hilted blade in the other. Half of his face shone brightly in the light of the fire, while the other half was concealed in shadow. "Finally." He said loud enough for the Priest to hear, but only for himself.

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Gilgamesh saw that the fight was nearly over so he looked over at Enkidu who he could tell was running out of mana; hell, so was he. "It seems our reunion is going to end Enkidu." He said crossing his arms as all of the weapons in his arsenal returned to their resting places, along with the ones that were already sheathed into the stone of the building around them. "It was good to see you again my friend."

"Tell me Gil." Enkidu said, his usual smirk replaced with a melancholy smile. "Have you ever, in all your travels found a treasure as great as me?"

Gilgamesh grimaced at the thought. His fight was over, and that was fine with him, this was the hard part. "No." Gilgamesh said shaking his head. "It turns out I was wrong about what the real treasure was." Gilgamesh said looking up at his friend. His face showed no malice, or mischief, it was the stern and strong face of a compassionate king. "You were never the thing I treasured, you were my closest companion and…" He paused as he searched for the right word before it came to him as a memory. "You were my partner." He said smiling genuinely at his friend. "It was our friendship that I treasured, and that was the true treasure. I'm not one for regrets, but now I wish to protect my friends, even if they are so few."

Enkidu smiled brightly with his eyes closed as he tilted his head to the side. "That was all I ever wanted for you."

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Andrew stood over him, the man that ruined his life. This was the moment that everything had been building up to. All that was left was for him to shove the blade into the man, and he wanted to, his face contorted into a sick and twisted smile as he raised the sword up before he thrusted it down into the man's chest. He heard the gurgled chokes of the man as he drowned in his own blood. That was on purpose, Andrew meant to hit the man's lungs. He deserved to suffer as he died, he aimed the gun downward at the man's knee and fired a single round. The ring of the gun was followed by a pained scream from the man as blood poured out of his mouth.

The mage said nothing as he took in the scene his vengeance was finally at hand as he pressed the blade into the man's chest. He felt his heart swell with joy as he forced the blade deep into the man's chest. The screams and grunts of agony were music to his ears, and the smile on his face wasn't going anywhere.

The mage's eyes widened as he knelt beside the bleeding man. "Give them to me." He said rolling up the Priest's sleeves and revealing the runes on his hands. "Give them to me, and I'll end it for you now." He said as he pressed the blade into the man's armpit. "I could keep you alive."

"Fine." The Priest said as he put his hands on Andrew's chest and in a flash of light the runes were no longer on his hands, but were instead on Andrew's chest. "End it." He said looking up at the eyes that showed no mercy or compassion.

Andrew said nothing as he pressed the colt in his hand under the man's chin and pulled the trigger splattering blood over his face.

Andrew stood up and stumbled backwards as he dropped the sword to the ground before it disappeared into golden dust. He looked at the gun in his hand that was covered in dust before he started to laugh wildly. "Is that it?" He screamed to the rest of the burning building. "Is that all you've got?" He screamed looking around as he continued to laugh. "Fuck you!" He screamed as he pointed the gun at the man's body and unloaded the remaining rounds one at a time. "You killed them." Bang. "You destroyed me!" Bang. "Everything I could've been was taken away by you!" Bang. "Fuck you bastard!" He screamed again as the gun clicked indicating it was out of ammo. Click, click, click. He kept pulling the trigger as his face contorted in agony.

The King of Heroes watched from a distance with a sorrowful look on his face.

"God damn it!" Andrew screamed as he fell to his knees in sobs. "Bastard!" He screamed even louder, his voice starting to go hoarse. "Killing you was my goal, and I don't feel any better!" He screamed as he unloaded the gun before he put a single round into it again and held it to his head.

"Are you really going to do that?" Gilgamesh asked with a voice that was filled with righteous fury. "End it all, right here, right now?" He stormed over to the mage and looked down on him. "If you pull that trigger than you were just some mongrel that had the audacity to be near me. At least the Faker has the courage to stand by who he is." He narrowed his red slitted eyes. "Now tell me, are you going to let all of the people that care about you think you died in some pointless battle, or are you going to stand up and acknowledge your past mistakes. Return to them, Mongrels though they may be, they are still figures of some reknown."

Andrew looked blankly ahead of him. Tears freely falling from his eyes as he held the gun in his hand tightly to his temple. "Pull the trigger or don't." Gilgamesh said with contempt in his eyes. "Just be sure that you won't regret whatever decision you make."

Andrew looked up at the man in front of him. A man that always surrounded himself with gold trapping, and unattainable treasures. But the truth behind all of it, was that he was a broken person at his core. He refused to show it to anyone, but Andrew knew. They were the same, both of them were alone, and both tried to make themselves better. In truth Gilgamesh wasn't the Golden Hero, or even the King of Heroes, he was the Gilded Hero. Surrounded by gold, and beauty, but broken and dirty inside.

Andrew's hand slowly fell to the ground as he looked all around him. The building was going to collapse at any minute. "I know." The Hero said looking around as well. He caught a glimpse of Enkidu before the servant vanished for good with a warm smile on his face. He reached his hand down to the mage. "Come on." He said as a small smile crossed his lips.

Andrew put his hand in the King's and felt himself pulled over the hero's shoulder before he walked towards the exit. Gilgamesh ignored everything that was going on around them, his only goal was making it towards the exit where the noon sun was shining.