-Thanks to FinchFlyingAce for the suggestion-

The master sat back in his chair, a half used cigar in his hand as the other tapped violently against the armrest. The monitor showed one of the opposing masters, an annoying high blooded shitstain, making his rounds at a social gathering. It may have been political or a marriage celebration, but really he didn't care and wasn't invited. There was a sudden voice in his head,"I have the mark.'

The master didn't respond or even flinch at the sudden intrusion, mostly since all his servant was doing was keeping him in the loop as requested. There was a brief moment of silence before the opposing master fell to the ground and the party burst into chaos. Despite the chaos the master's eyes kept track of everything, noting the two individuals that quickly took cover before being joined by two other individuals he hadn't seen at the party. 'That makes two more,' was the idle thought that entered his mind as he saved that frame of video.

At the least he may figure out one master and maybe both servants based on the lackluster video quality. Either way it was a surmountable issue. Though there was the issue of his servant being identified after such a bold attack….assassintion, rather. Hopefully the attack resembles enough of an Assassin class servant tactic to keep the identity secret. It didn't exceptionally matter, but he would let himself have this paranoia.

He leaned back in his chair, keeping an idle eye on the screen though he assumed that there would be no more valuable information on screen. One thing noticeable was the absence of the two individuals he picked out as masters, but factoring in distance to where he assumed Archer had set up they shou-

'Boss, you might wanna shift your view.'

Of course there always was room for error. The master 'shot' out of his chair, a deep crack coming from his knees, and got onto the keyboard to shift the camera view. It took him a bit, roughly six and half seconds, but he found a good enough view. It revealed Archer maneuvering his way through one of the abandoned buildings, keeping two opposing servants behind him.

A quick glance at the two revealed some sort of knight with silver armor, and some sort of male with a spear. He wagered a guess that these were servant Saber and Lancer, but he left room for Berserker...however unlikely it was. Thankfully Archer was adept at maneuvering and the office building they were battling in gave them plenty of cover. The tell tale sound of gunshots rang out and Lancer threw themself backwards in order to avoid the onslaught.

Saber went to flank Archer but the attempt was thwarted by a flick of the wrist from Archer, aiming his other wrist mounted gun at the knight. This knight seemed to put value in their armor, but that was an awful error. Archer didn't fire randomly and several shots found their way into the kinks of the armor. They sadly weren't lethal, but the Master wouldn't complain.

Lancer adjusted tactics and stuck to cover, but Archer was no slouch and instead predicted the movement and attempted to catch the lancer as they moved. Once again Lancers instinct and agility saved it, but it also allowed Archer to step back and disappear out a hole in the wall. The master cut the camera feed and went to go get another glass of whiskey...and see what else he could confirm about the other masters. He may have eliminated one, but there were still five others to worry about.

The master let out a huff from his cigar, partially in annoyance and partially in acceptance of his servants actions. He would have preferred them to return to the house, so he could continue his 'shadow-war", but he couldn't complain too much. He had summoned an Archer and not an Assassin after all. Though it was still a little confusing how willing the servant was to go into dangerous situations, but not without any sort of plan. It was a weird mix of complete disregard and tactical standing, coupled with a degree of pride he hadn't seen in a long while.

Another huff escaped his lips as he scanned between camera feeds, pointlessly looking for any sign of a servant. He had joined this war late, as in the last servant summoned, and then immediately decided to kickstart the action by killing the one master he knew about. Of course Archer was trying to keep the action going but there was little reason to worry-

A sudden alert appeared on his phone, stating that there were shots fired in the industrial district. A series of quick commands put the industrial district up...and was immediately greeted with a scantily clad woman wielding a giant chain flail. 'What the hell is the grail's fetish'

His question went unanswered as several shots rained down on the opposing servant. Most of them landed but they didn't seem to hamper the servant as they leapt up to the next level of the structure with ease. More bullets rained down, but the female servant continued to rage. Making it easy to mark them as the Berserker class servant in this war, and all giving credence as to why Archers bullets seemed to act more like lawn darts.

Berserker leaned back and roared before swinging the flail and slamming it into one of the support pillars, tearing the concrete asunder. They immediately flowed into the next pillar, and the master silently cursed as he put it all together. The Berserkers logic was….rough, but effective because if there was no building Archer wouldn't have a perch. The only issue with that plan was that Archer didn't need a perch.

The camera picked up Archers silent drop down behind the raging servant and the brief moment before the wrist mounted guns roared to life. Berserker spun about, the fury clear even through the camera, but still took a flurry of bullets full on. The bullets dug in but the toughness of the berserker class shone and the chain flail whipped out. Archer sidestepped and weaved between the concrete pillars, muttering something about a "bat" and "worse than this".

The flail tore through half a foot from his head, but with unflinching calm his wrist mounted guns screamed to life again tearing into the Berserker. The difference this time was the sudden flinching from the opposing servant. The master was confused for a moment before he noticed the grouping had changed. Seemed that Archer had decided to switch tactics and start to try to pick them apart instead of trying to spread the damage out.

Berserker still powered through and fired the flail forward with startling precision. Archer kept away from the initial attempt and even follow up with relative ease, but that quickly shifted when he moved into a wall. The master heard Archer say, "Well Shit." the moment before the chain flail collided and sent him through the concrete.

Archer coughed grabbed at his chest, but there was no time to deal with the pain as Berserker tried to capitalize. The smashed into the ground right as Archer rolled to the side, barely saving their life. They struggled back to their feet with several pained wheezes, but eventually got to a full standing position. Berserker swung to face, and was immediately greeted with a bullet to the head. Normally that would be a kill shot but once again the Berserker toughness came into play, letting the servant charge forward again.

They got three steps into their charge before Archer shot their foot out from under them, tripping them up. Berserkers face hit the ground, and they shot up almost immediately only to be greeted by a bullet to the face. This time it wasn't from the wrist mounted machine gun, but instead a speciality sniper rifle.

Shooting the foot out had just been a way to let Archer get some more distance and put the more powerful gun to use. And it was certainly working, as every shot tore into Berserker's body. Every time the servant tried to advance a new joint was targeted forcing them back into some sort of defense. The Master felt a sense of relief, but it quickly disappeared when the enemy servants weapon dissolved into dust. There were few reasons to give up your weapons in a fight, and the only one that made sense was a Noble Phantasm of sorts.

Berserker's body began to swell in power and the feral power overtook them before exploding forward. The master tried to cry out over the mental connection, but he was far too late since the servant launched forward with unbelievable ferocity.

But in the end it didn't matter…

Archer hadn't been targeting random parts in their hail of bullets. Most had been mostly distractions, but several key shots had collided with the knees and ankles of the servant. They had figured that once they backed the servant had been far enough into a corner, the noble phantasm would come out. Based on how they had fought this entire time it realistically was going to be a frontal assault, so the end goal was to hamper their ability to launch.

The plan bore fruit immediately as almost imperceptibly to anybody but a servant, Berserkers charge slower than it could have been. Slow enough for Archer to shift targets and put several well placed shots to the bodies core, now that the servant wasn't protecting it. Three consecutive shots landed with the first two tearing the flesh up and the third….tearing straight through the body and impacting the concrete behind the servant.

Berserker's charge ended short as their lifeless body hit the ground and skidded forward for a few feet before dissolving to dust. Archer stumbled back against the wall as the adrenaline finally left his system and the pain hit him all at once. They sucked in some air, but a quickly approaching spiritual presence got him moving again. And the master just watched with a wicked smirk on his face.

The master leaned back in his recliner and went over the awkward notes he had written. Through the camera systems that he had access to the eliminated servants, or rather masters, were the Berserker and Rider class. Archer had encountered Saber and Lancer leaving Assassin and Caster as the only unidentified servants. This was rather worrying because Assassin would likely fight the same way that he was utilizing Archer, and Casters had a wide variety of skills. Thankfully nobody knew who he was, and Archer was independent.

Really, Archer was the perfect servant for him. Only issue he had with the servant was their willingness to get involved in battle. Really seemed to have no fear of death, not that they wanted to die but still. He can't complain though, since he was the last master to enter the war.

He suddenly shot straight up in his chair as the now familiar voice called out in his mind," I'd get your cameras going around the hotel."

There was a brief moment of confusion, but his mind quickly caught up and he rushed to his monitor set up. It took a few seconds but the monitor flared to life and revealed the rather chaotic scene.

Lancer was pivoting into a thrust as the black clad Assassin, who nimbly swung out of the way. There was a brief standstill before the two servants exploded into action, shredding the hallway to little pieces. The master observed for a few more moments before a question crossed his mind,"Why aren't you taking a shot?"

"...Caster and Saber. I don't know where those two are."

It was a valid concern, especially with the alliance that seemed to exist between Saber and Lancer. There was a small worry in the back of mind about Caster, but there just wasn't enough info to focus on it. Of course now that he thought about it, Murphys goddamn law would rear it's head. He sighed as a headache suddenly crept on. It was quickly ignored as as Archers voice came back through,"Oh~"

A wall exploded and Saber came in swinging their sword at these strange skeletal humanoids. Caster was playing it safe as well, but at least there was some hint at their abilities. He silently imagined Archer doing their thing and his mental timer perfectly synced up with the shot that tore through the window and grazed Assassin.

There was a brief moment of hesitation between the two servants that Archer took advantage of to put a bullet into Lancers shoulder. The armor certainly slowed it down but it still tore into the limb, convincing Lancer to throw themself through a door into one of the hotel rooms for some sort of cover. The master briefly entertained the idea that there was somebody in that room having a lovely evening that was now ruined, but quickly snapped back into his professional mindset.

Assassin followed Lancers lead and maneuvered out of view of any window, which was a good plan when dealing with most other Archers. However, for this particular Archer it was just an extra thing to shoot through not something that slowed them down. Almost as if on cue a bullet tore through the wall forcing the black cloaked servant to scramble forward in order to get away. Only issue with the decision was that it put them right in front of the room that Lancer was in. That mistake made itself known when a spear tore through the wall catching the side of Assassin, forcing them to spin through the air to save their existence.

The servant had saved it's life but even a glancing blow from Lancer showed their power, leaving a deep gouge on the side of the servant. If that impaired them in some way it didn't show judging by how they weaved back into heavier cover avoiding Archers attack again. The unsuccessful attempt made the master reach out in the mental link, 'Archer swi-'

On the screen a bullet slammed into the armored helm of the Saber servant, not piercing the armor but letting one of the Caster servants 'pets' get a solid strike in. Unfortunately the success of Archers strike finally drew some unwanted attention, as Caster now turned and loosed a spell across the gap between buildings.

There was a brief moment of concern after the impact as the lone camera that actually could see his servant was eliminated. It was quickly washed away as a return shot echoed across the gap harmlessly impacting off a magical barrier, but at least his servant was alive. Caster went to fire a rebuttal but Saber recovered from the mauling and was back on the offensive. A quick shift of camera feeds showed that the battle between Assassin and Lancer was coming to a close. Interestingly the looming fear of Archer seemed to have changed the nature of the fight forcing both to rely on cover. Unfortunately that reliance on cover meant that Lancer couldn't keep eyes on the fleet footed Assassin and the damage was slowly mounting.

He shifted the feed again to look back at Saber and Caster when the familiar voice filled his head, 'We got a bit of an issue here, so I hope you don't mind me going all out."

'The hell do you mean issue,' His servant was alive, still able to fight, was out of the way of the general conflict, and if anything was wrong they could go spirit form and run away. So what could be the issue?

'Magic bitches little spell didn't get me but the falling rubble did'

'Does...Does that mean'

'Both legs are completely fucked.'

The master briefly panicked as hundreds of different possibilities ran through his head. From the beginning his goal had been to wage war from the shadows without expending that much energy since his circuits were definitely of a lower quality. From the beginning he had been wary of powerful servants and even with his current servant their noble phantasm was a threat. He had expected to win this war by playing safe but now…..what were his options. His servant was incapacitated which meant aht he couldn't pursue or flee from any other servants, and even if Assassin brought down Lancer the odds still pit one of the more powerful servants against them. He bit down on the inside of his lip drawing blood, 'Go all out, just make sure you keep breathing.'

'You're a bit different from Waller aren't you."

The master was a little confused by the comparison considering he had never asked the marksman's history and just assumed they had been a hitman of sorts. The thoughts quickly left his mind as he felt his circuits swell and flare in pain. Both hands clasped down on the desk as he tried to acclimate to the pulsing pain, but he was still able to catch a glimpse of the monitor in front of him.

In the hotel these shadows began to swirl and coalesce into these humanoid shapes, and even then they were odd in a multitude of ways. One stood head and shoulders above the rest with a rigid fin thing sticking out, a vaguely female shape with a hammer, and a vaguely male shape with some sort of projectile in his hands. As soon as these...things formed they dashed off into random parts of the building.

Another wave of pain slammed into his senses causing him to be slow in switching his view but when he got around to it he saw the result of the Assassin-Lancer fight. It seemed that Lancer had realized that their dance had not been the focus of the waylaid archer and had finished off the Assassin, but not without incurring some serious injuries. Despite that they picked up on the sudden appearance of the shades and reacted in time to block the sudden mallet coming for him.

It was a meaty slam that Lancer took well, but they had not been prepared for the second shadow and it's twirling projectiles. The first two of which slammed into the back of the servant digging in and damaging the muscles. They deflected the mallet and landed a kick to the core of the female phantom before trying to dash towards the male one, swiftly dodging two more projectiles. It had been a good dodge if the two didn't swiftly retrace their steps and skim across Lancers shoulders getting him to hesitate for half a second. That half a second let the female twirl back to their feet and with unnatural grace slame the mallet into Lancers legs sweeping him off his feet and onto the ground. Lancer landed hard and tried to recover but the injuries were slowing him down too much to avoid the follow up from both phantoms. And as the mallet onslaught raged Lancer was presented from recovering by a constant influx of projectiles to his body.

The master flipped the feed back to the fight where Saber and Caster still battled on. Though Caster was holding up significantly better judging by the bloodied armor Saber was the worse off. Another flair of pain signalled the sudden appearance of the large shadow in a door behind Saber. Caster hesitated out of confusion, but the phantom didn't as it rushed forward quickly wrapping it's hands around the Saber. The servant panicked and flailed but in one fluid moment the phantom bit down on the top half and in a spray of blood pulled back separating the unfortunate servant.

Caster looked startled but quickly schooled their features and ready a spell at their fingertips, that is until a projectile slammed into the back of her shoulder. The servant spun around and released the spell at the new target only just narrowly missing. Caster couldn't afford to stop as a mallet slammed into the ground. They spun back before dodging the larger phantoms fist, but even during this she still was able to weave a spell and let it loose. It struck the larger phantom in the left shoulder tearing it clean off and sending the larger phantom stumbling backwards.

The success was briefly lived as a mallet slammed into their side dealing minimal damage but still stunning the servant for a second. Two more projectiles skimmed by, but the servant still managed to avoid any real damage. The large phantom tried to recover but with complete precision the servant sent another spell destroying it's head. Despite the death of the shadow the other two kept up the assault, though now Caster was able to to better defend the onslaught of attacks. One quick spell eviscerated the ranged one and a swift dodge backward set up her next spell to destroy the mallet wielding one.

There was a sudden degree of silence across the hotel and Caster exhaled heavily feeling the exhaustion from the sudden influx of combatants. A loud bang suddenly broke the silence and the servant was suddenly aware of a cold sensation spreading from their lower body. Their legs suddenly went weak and all feeling left their body and only a moment later they fell to the ground dead.

Across the way Archer lowered his gun and smirked imagining the slow fall the powerful servant had to the ground. One small part of their mind thanked the squad but they were still aware that the group wasn't actually here. A voice suddenly echoed in his head, 'Is that it, the wars over.'

Archer shook their head, 'It is, and I'm wishing for a new damn pair of legs'

Archer Class Servant- Floyd "Deadshot" Lawton

Noble Phantasm- Task Force X, The Suicide Squad

-A series of phantoms that mimic the skills and form of members of the infamous task force. The phantoms obey commands given from Lawton and are capable of simplistic problem solving, though their durability is severely lacking.