Fate: Damnit
Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

VII

Harry growled as three of the Blue Faction descended upon him. It wasn't just the Blue Faction that had attacked the Red's, but more or less it had descended into all-out war. He quickly repeated the previous thirty-seconds, as he hit his current opponent with a banishing spell; sending the durable priest through a café wall.

He wasn't alone, Sisigou and Lord El-Melloi II were fighting with the Leader of the Blue Faction; Burial Chief Anderson. His Servant co-incidentally was a Saber, his uniform was that of the Swiss Guard; blue and gold plate on top of red clothing. His weapons however were not that of a typical Saber, he wielded a lance and a sword. The Blue Saber was currently engaged in combat with a revealed Saber lookalike, attached to the White Faction.

All of the Magi, quickly evacuated the immediate vicinity as Lugh and Sabers of Blue and White engaged in a brutal combat, conducted at speed that was unmatched by anything Harry had ever seen. "POTTER!" A very familiar voice yelled followed by something in German; which heralded a black and yellow curse speeding towards his skull. The spell splattered harmlessly off an emerald shield.

"Master, what did we agree?" Hailey stated, very much acting like a Servant.

"Don't put myself in danger, well, more than I already have." Harry replied dutifully, launching a score of fireballs in the direction of the first spell. Caster smiled beneath her deep hood, ethereal sigils and symbols sprung from her hands as reality contorted slightly as barely visible six-feet diameter sized wind balls slammed into the street.

Thankfully Trifas was more or less abandoned; but Reinforcements of the Black Faction were beginning to flow into the city; Homunculi and Golems. Thankfully, the surprise wave of reinforcements provided a welcomed relief for the beleaguered Red Faction.

However, Hermione, was hastily casting a potent mixture of blasting and bludgeoning curses, whilst casting reinforcement and enhancing charms on Dudley's fists; was the only one who realised who the Golems belonged to. "THEY'RE THE GOLEMS OF AVICEBRON!"

"Ah Crap." Came various curses of the White and Blue Faction. Artoria smiled as she summoned her horse, her spear in hand and she effortlessly entered the fray. Shiro, gulped as the Homunculi rushed him.

"SHIRO! IMAGINE YOURSELF AS YOUR STRONGEST!" Rin ordered as she fired a barrage of fire-enhanced rubies at the Golem. Shiro's hands shook no more; everyone stopped as two swords appeared in the red-heads hands.

"Kanshou and Bakuya, the married blades…my faithful friends." Shiro declared as he effortlessly opened up two Homunculi from under the ribs. A homunculi armed with a sword engaged Shiro, and managed to cause a deep slash to Shiro's arm but the blade didn't cut through. Shiro, nonchalantly pulled his arm free, hurled Kanshou and the blade returned taking a leg off the homunculus.

"How!" This came from large dumbstruck man, someone, Shiro didn't recognise.

"My body is made of swords. I am the living sword." Was Shiro's fairly evident response; the man had raised his wand only to find a spear erupt out of his chest. Harry grinned at his work "That was Crabbe or Goyle. You don't see one without the other, considering they're both dead their servants should vanish."

Achilles stopped; he'd felt his summoners power fade from his body. His departure was imminent only to hear a voice in his head "I'll be all the good in this world." Achilles mentally called one word "YES!" His fading body stopped and re-formed. "Retreat, extract yourself, give your honour and name as you do so."

"Terribly sorry my fellow Servants, but my new master bids me to withdraw. Servants of Red, Blue and Black; I am Achilles of Phthia, designation Rider."

"Rider of White, Achilles of Phthia, I, Artoria Pendragon, Lancer of Red hope to meet you on the field of battle." Artoria stated.

"King of Knights, by the Divinity of Zeus and Poseidon in my veins that will be my genuine pleasure." With that the green-haired Rider vanished.

Harry staggered; he could feel his mouth filling with blood. He looked down to see that a slicing spell had managed to breach his armour; which was a dragonhide vest, a gift from Zelretch. Harry reeled backwards, keeping his body upright. His blood infused with Phoenix Tears began to kick in, Draco watched his eyes wide as his enemy instead of dying was still standing. "I am the Soul of my Magic. It is my blood as it is my Flesh…" Harry intoned, his circuits and magical core activating in unison. Harry couldn't recite the full chant but the last words were etched into his being "MYSTIC PANDEMONIUM!" Harry slammed his hands, and wand onto the roof top as a pale green boundary began encircle the brawl.

Shiro grunted, pulled the Black Keys out, conjured Kanshou and Bakuya. This was his fifth pair, normally the degradation would be evident; but then Harry changed everything. Shiro was no stranger to Reality Marbles, considering his own, Unlimited Blade Works, but what he wasn't expecting was as he summoned the fifth pair did he realise something.

Harry's own Reality Marble made his creations even stronger. He moved backwards throwing the married blades at the priest attacking him, Kanshou caught the priest in the shoulder; shredding the rotator cuff muscles in the process. He wasn't sure what the insult was but he was 95% sure that it meant 'you'll roast in hell'. Who knew that studying at the Clocktower would have been useful. Artoria pulled Shiro to his feet, her hand grasping his.

The reality marble looked eerily like his own, except, there was no endless mass of swords sticking out of the ground. There weren't any visible weapons but Shiro looked up; even in this perfect iconic and idyillic countryside of Britain, it couldn't hide the cogs in the skies.

The Servants and the Masters looked around, Harry grabbed Caster by the hand. It slowly began to rain, with a strong breeze cutting people to the bone "Enter…World Reversal, where imagination is power and structure is weak. FULGARIS!" Caster declared sweetly as a songbird, only for the world to convulse and vast arcs of lightning rushed through the reality marble. Of the remaining twenty masters, as Crabbe or Goyle had tragically had a steel injection to the heart, three more had effectively been vaporised.

Karna, Lancer of White, took this opportunity to charge forwards; his demi-godly physiology effortlessly making it look like he'd been unaffected by the lightning. "Karna, gather all your fellow servants and withdraw." He was close to Lancer of Red and her Master when the Masters hands began to glow.

"Trace On! Judging concept of creation, hypothesizing base structure, duplicating composition materials, imitating the skills of making, sympethising with experience of growth, reproducing accumulated years, excelling every manufacturing process." The red-headed servant chanted and as he clapped his hands together, the Son of the Sun God levelled his spear and charged forwards. Lancer of Red, went to intercept but her Master stepped forwards manifesting a sword and shield.

"…Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one's arrival. I've no regrets, this is the only path. My body is and forever will be Unlimited Blade Works! BLOOM THE EVER DISTANT UTOPIA, BLOOM SWORD OF VICTORY!" The golden outline of a shield manifested; creating a shockwave knocking both Karna backwards, the sword out of the Master's hand; the arm manifesting the shield and the muscular and circulatory system of the right hand side was instantly ripped away and incinerated. Lancer of Red, grabbed the hilt of the sword with sword in one hand and lance in the other brought the sword through the burning lance temporarily displacing it.

The marble vanished, the White Faction quickly withdrew leaving behind the bodies of Crabbe and Goyle. Of the Black Faction, Blue and Red Masters saw the fading forms of a child and someone with pink hair and a Hippogriff; there were the bodies of hidden homunculi and a few golems. As for the Blue Faction, two of their Masters were down and there servants non-existant. "Well, that was a mess. Team Red, you have this night; may the Almighty Bless You so we The Blue Faction can give you honourable deaths." Anderson boomed.

Dudley, who had come out with deep cuts on his arms "Fair Combat, Priest and we have a deal."

"Fair Combat, it will be." With that the five surviving priests vanished. Draco, went to flee only for Caster to astralise behind him. Lower her hood, before ramming a knife into the Blonde's stomach. Draco's body doubled over, as white hot, pain rushing his body; locking it down. The fact he was staring at female version of Harry Potter had stunned him. Draco's last words were gurgled and muffled, Caster had slowed the heart down, making his last moments less terrifying.

"MASTER!" Hermione looked up, to see a rapidly fading servant. Hermione looked down to see marks appearing on her hand; the Servant fading. The words of summoning tumbled from her mouth, the forming of a contract; entering the war as an unofficial eighth member of the Red Team.

"Harry, stay with me." Rin snapped as she launched herself up onto the roof, pulling her gems out ready to apply treatment. Harry's eyes glazed over as the green gems made contact with him.