The summoning chamber finally settled, with papers settling down to the floor. The master almost let out a breath, but immediately a pressure slammed down all around her. It was overwhelming and all encompassing, and most importantly didn't make sense. She had summoned an Assassin class, so why was it's presence so….overpowering.

She managed to raise her head and look, and her surprise still didn't end. This tall figure, with thick muscles and striking red hair was supposed to be the subtle and efficient Assassin class. Her anger filled up and she wanted to yell out and demand the servant explain, but she just wasn't able to talk. It was as if her body refused to speak out, just looking at this….thing made her feel small.

Its deep voice rang out,"Hmph… I guess you summoned me."

It was such an impassive statement, like she wasn't even being acknowledged as it's master. The thought crossed her mind to spend a command seal, but as she tried to plan her moves out every scenario where she tried to use a seal ended poorly. The voice snapped her out of her turmoil," Let's be clear, I decide what I do. You can follow and watch the fun~."

Her heart sparked again, but this time it was at her servants declaration. She glanced to her command seals again and felt the flame in heart grow. Her brother had summoned the Saber servant of this war, and she needed to win to prove that she deserved the right to be heir. Her servant had to listen or they would both end up dead and buried. She steeled herself, ignoring the earlier premonition, and brought her hand an single inch off the ground preparing to speak. A foot interrupted her efforts with how it slammed down on her hand. Her scream was accompanied by the bones in her hand creaking as they edged closer and closer to shattering.

She felt her head get tipped up as she was forced to stare into the blood red eyes of Assassin. "Let's be clear," Assassin intoned," You try to control me…."

She shivered as the unspoken threat settled into her mind, and at this point she didn't believe that the command seal would even work. The hand was removed and she quickly pulled herself to a sitting position as Assassin walked away, dropping into a chair before peering at her. It opened its mouth, but she could guess what it wanted," You're the last servant summoned, but I only know that the Berserker servant is Beowulf."

Assassin gazed at her before smirking, a truly terrifying sight, and speaking up again, "Wonderful, now let~s go join the war."

The servant quickly stood up and quickly walked towards the door, leaving the master to rush to her feet and run towards the bathroom in order to find some bandages. Hopefully she could patch her hand up and catch up to her wayward servant, not that she can do much but she feels some sort of duty to see Assassin in action.

She hissed in pain as she finished pulling herself up to the top of the roof. Now that she thought about it she was actually somewhat happy that her servant didn't want her nearby. It meant she didn't have to get close to the action of two legendary figures trying to kill each other. She quickly snapped out of her relief and started trying to see what servant Assassin decided to go after. There was a quiet hope that they wouldn't encounter Saber or Berserker, but something in her mind squashed that idea.

Her attention snapped towards the square as gunshots rang out with a cowboy closely following them. The servant seemed to be dodging something, some female servant of sorts that slammed into the ground shattering the concrete. The cowboy slid back several feet and twirled their pistols for a second, marking them as Archer, and stared down the opposing servant. Her mind was quickly trying to pick apart the fighters, trying to see which one would be best for Assassin to get a drop on. That effort flew out the window as both servants froze at Assassin casually strolling out from the alley, with absolutely zero effort put into concealing their presence.

There was a momentary beat of silence before an annoyed expression crossed Archers face before they shimmered into their spirit form. The female servant chuckled and turned their full attention to Assassin, spreading their arms and crying out with a chipper tone,"~Hola senor~, I'm servant Rider."

Confusion slammed into the masters mind as Rider so casually revealed their class, it seemed Assassin was confused as well judging by the annoyed expression on their face. They just remained quiet as Rider stretched while continuing to babble in a mix of spanish and english. The master was having an issue keeping up, her latin classes coming back to haunt her. Rider finally stopped talking for a second as they took up a stance, but after actually looking at Assassin they dropped it and asked," Aren't you going to bring out your weapon."

Assassin snorted and simply shrugged their shoulders, hands remaining in the pockets."I don't need one."

"Another fighter in the lucha spirit ay~," Rider chirped happily.

The master nearly flinched as Assassin just chuckled, mostly because she never expected to hear that sound come from the servant. But she was also nervous because this Rider was definitely strong, and she had no true idea of Assassins strength. The laughter died down with RIder looking incredibly confused before switching to anger as Assassin spoke up," The last wrestler I fought wasn't even worth my time, I hope you can do a little better."

Rider growled and exploded forward setting up a...pro wrestling drop kick. It was an odd thing to hear, and it certainly didn't let her know which servant Assassin was fighting. Speaking of Assassin, they didn't flinch at the sudden charge and to the masters terror didn't seem to be making any effort to dodge. The master flinched and closed her eyes as the collision sounded out over the city, but when she opened them she couldn't help but let her jaw drop.

Assassin stood there with a leer on its face having slid back roughly fifteen feet, but that was all. Rider quickly landed on their feet and attempted to follow it up but suddenly was airborne flying backwards. They landed on their feet and stood there with a hand on their stomach.

Assassin kept the leer as they strolled forward, pulling his hands out of their pockets. Rider hesitated for a second but quickly exploded into a rush. The two servants collided with Rider swinging with a strong right, it came close to landing but Assassin's fist proved quicker and slammed into Rider's face shooting it back. Rider was prepared this time and was able to take the blow and keep in range.

They shot their hands forward and managed to get a grip on Assassins shirt. From there Rider attempted to throw them. Assassin mimicked the action resulting in brief stalemate as they both attempted to wrest control. There was a brief moment where the master thought Rider would get the throw but in the end Assassin won out.

It was a sudden change, one second Rider had both feet on the ground and the next they were flying headfirst into the ground. They ate the ground but managed to quickly roll to a crouch, but that proved to be a mistake as Assassin's foot collided with Rider's face. There was a sickening crunch, a sound the master recognized as bones breaking, but Rider wasn't out yet.

In a show of true grit the servant grabbed Assassins leg and attempted to put them on their back. The master saw her servants eyes go wide as they tilted backwards, but they quickly adjusted by spinning and tearing the leg free. Rider seemed shocked, but quickly shot for a takedown. Assassin seemed to had predicted that and wrapped its arms around Riders waist before picking them up and using a front suplex to slam them into the ground.

Rider laid there dazed and completely out of it. Assassin paused for a moment before walking forward and grabbing the servant's shirt. The master flinched expecting some true brutality, but instead in a fluid movement they slammed the opposing servant into the ground with a suplex. There was a crash before Assassin stood up and started to walk away.

The master picked up a weak chuckle and some quiet spanish as Rider dissolved to dust. Assassin didn't acknowledge and just strolled forward, with a thin trickle of blood flowing down from their nose.

The master couldn't help but fidget as both the servant and master sat completely exposed in the five star steak house. Part of it because of what Assassin had threatened to do to her after asking if they were fine after the fight. It was a series of words she never wanted to hear again. The other half was the fact they were completely exposed after dealing with a servant, which would make them a very big target.

Of course Assassin didn't seem to have any sort of issue with this scenario, or with spending a lot of her money. Not that she was financially hurting, and honestly paying might have just been saving the life of their unfortunate waiter. Though she had to admit that she was incredibly impressed at the sheer amount of meat that they were eating, especially since she was pretty sure that servants don't eat….well, she wasn't going to question it.

She tried to drink her wine calmly, but a sudden presence almost made her spill it. It was one of the bastards from the clocktower, and a brief shimmer of light revealed a female servant. She nearly snarled, but her attention was snagged by the dumbstruck expressions of the two in front of her. She turned back to see her servant flagging down the waiter and ordering another steak….and of course it was the expensive one too.

She turned back and had to hold back a smirk at the sheer disbelief on the opposing servants face. Apparently the complete nonchalance her servant had a use, throwing off the enemy and making her laugh. The waiter walked away and Assassin directed his attention to the duo, and got an immediate reaction from the master. The idiot started stammering and sweating as Assassin just passively looked on. The servant on the other hand fared much better, not even showing any sign of discomfort.

The master stood there for a few more seconds trying to spit out another insult, but in the end he spun and tripped over himself scurrying away. The servant glared an extra moment before following, though she definitely seemed unhappy. She couldn't help but chuckle as they left, especially as she knew what that idiot had been seeing. Though there was some confusion as to why her servant hadn't wanted to fight, she was honestly too scared to ask. Assassin's voice broke her out of her thoughts, "The maggot didn't want to fight, he just wanted a quick victory."

The master nodded as Assassins meal arrived, though part of her wanted to cry at the amount of money she was spending.

She threw herself down onto the ground as an explosion of glass rained down on top of her. They had returned to the city the next night in an attempt to scout out the area and figure out who the remaining masters may be. That search had led the master to an abandoned car park with a summoning circle. Unfortunately Archer had been at the carpark as well, leading to this situation.

The sound of concrete shattering filled the air, followed quickly by the sound of gunfire. She peered around the corner of the concrete barricade in time to see her servant rush forward. Archer fired but Assassin weaved through them, forcing the opposing servant to try to jump backwards. It wasn't quick enough as Assassin got a solid grip on Archers shirt before executing a perfect through.

Archer met the ground face first, taking some serious damage, but still able to continue the fight. Both the servants stopped to look at each other for a second, before a sudden roar caused Archer to jump to the side. It turned out to be necessary as a black blade cleaved into the ground sending chunks of concrete everywhere.

The master panicked internally at the sudden three way fight, though some small part of her said that it was pointless. But she didn't have much time to think as Archers guns fried off again, this time splitting the difference between the two. Archer effortlessly dodged before dashing towards berserker, while berserker just parried the bullet with it's blade. Berserker lashed out forcing Assassin to lean back, dodging the sword by a hair's breadth before launching a swift punch.

It was blocked by Berserker's arm, though the force of it still made him rear back. Any chance for a follow up by either was ruined by Archers well placed shots, forcing both to disengage in order to dodge. There wasn't any sort of break though as Berserker surged forward towards the Archer drawing their attention. Both barrels flashed forcing them to dodge, but any sort of follow up shot was ruined by Assassin closing the distance and landing a kick to the side of Archer.

Archer managed to keep their footing but it was obvious that there was some serious damage. Assassin went to capitalize but was forced to switch targets to Berserker as they re-entered the fray. A solid punch landed to that servants core, but they took it with a grunt before launching a sloppy elbow as a counter. A turn of the head made it miss, but the devilish smirk crawled it's way back onto its face.

It slammed its fist into Berserkers jaw with a sudden uppercut, but a sudden flurry of bullets prompted them to dodge again. Unfortunately Berserker wasn't too lucky and took some stray shots, not that it meant much to them. However, Assassin exploded forward and with a deadly arc kicked out, forcing Archer to throw themself to the side and obliterating the concrete barrier it connected with. Archer wasn't out of the woods yet as the dodge forced them right into the immediate range of Berserker.

They swung down hard narrowly missing Archers vitals, but opening a shallow cut across their chest. The pain got to them for a moment , and that movement proved to be fatal as Assassin closed the distance and got both of its hands on them. They were vaguely aware of the sudden grip on their body before they suddenly found themself being thrown, spun. And twirled all around Assassin as they laughed.

The master quickly dashed to another piece of cover in order to get a better view, but she found herself being drawn out as they looked at this...technique Assassin was using. It was almost as if they were wearing a dress with how they were manhandling the Archer. She switched her attention to Berserker who looked a little confused at the scene before them, though that only lasted a few seconds before they rushed in.

Assassin immediately used his living weapon to slam into berserkers side, throwing them off balance a little bit. But the success was short lived as Berserkers blade arced towards him, forcing Assassin to step back. It wasn't quick enough however and the blade cut a line across it's chest. They didn't even flinch and instead slammed Archer into the opposing servant again sending them back. Assassin gave them no time to breathe and kept the pressure going with Archer slamming into the ground as Berserker weaved around the flurry of blows.

The concrete exploded with each consecutive move, but as soon as it looked like Assassin would go for another swing they instead threw Archer headlong into Berserker. The master was confused for one second but the rapidly deteriorating form of the poor servant told her all she needed to know. She snapped back to reality as Berserker quickly adjusted and went to charge forward, and Assassin seemed to be...melting.

It was as if their body was liquifying but suddenly they exploded and slammed into Berserker sending both parties out of the car pack and hurtling towards the ground. Both slammed into it with enough force to make a crater, but within a second they were back on their feet and charging at each other.

Berserker swung first, narrowly missing Assassins throat but it didn't end there as Berserker continued the onslaught. It was a violent flurry of swings each aiming to cleave her servant in half. She felt her heartbeat pick up, but Assassin remained incredibly calm as the sword swings all were narrowly dodged, at most just putting small cuts on it's skin. The tide swung in a single moment as a sudden front kick sent Berserker skidding backwards. From there Assassin landed an axe kick forcing the opponents servants head towards the ground.

Blood dripped from Berserker's head, but it didn't seem to do anything as it lashed out again with it's weapon drawing another thin line of blood. Assassin didn't even flinch and immediately retaliated by slamming their fist into the opponent's jaw. The effect was instantaneous, but Assassin didn't let up as the follow up blows landed, each forcing Berserker back along the ground.

That flipped in an instant as Berserker's hand shot out in a punch landing solidly on Assassin's chest. They slid back but showed no other reaction to the blow before rushing back in and landing a kick to Berserker's jaw. Their head snapped to the side and Assassin followed it up with a series of lightning fast punches, each concentrated on Berserker's head forcing them to raise their arms in an attempt to guard. Almost immediately in response Assassin shifted target and in a fluid movement threw Berserker like they weighed nothing.

The servant was just as startled as the master was, but Assassin wasn't letting up as they rushed forward and in a single movement slammed Berserker back into the ground. To their credit they were back on their feet and attacking in a second. The blade was avoided, only clipping a few hairs from Assassins head. However the follow up swing landed home sending Assassin flying through the air.

The master was worried for a split second, but they quickly noticed something odd about Assassin. Mainly the fact that it's body moved like a limp doll before they landed back on the ground. Her look of confusion was mirrored on Berserkers face, but unlike her the servant pushed it away and rushed in.

The blade swung first and in a fluid moment Assassin seemed to flow around the blow before slamming a fist into Berserker. It sent the opposing servant flying off the ground and even the master could see a trail of spittle explode from Berserkers mouth. The moment they returned to the ground Assassin closed the distance and landed a brutal kick to the jaw.

Berserkers head snapped to the side but with a cry of rage they fired back with a vicious series of swipes making Assassin step back. The swords shimmered away in a small surge of energy before it surged throughout the servants body. It took a second, but the master was quickly able to recognize it as a noble phantasm. Panic flooded her mind as her servant just stood there looking at the opposing servant. She went to yell out, to warn her servant but she just couldn't. Her mind kept jumping back to that first night and the sheer presence her servant had. They certainly didn't care about her, but he was more than willing to fight in a way that benefited her. So really, all she could do was put her faith in Assassin.

Her sappy thoughts ended abruptly when Berserker exploded forward and launched a brutal series of blows at Assassin. Assassin made no effort to dodge and instead let the blows cascade over his form….but there was something odd about it. Her mind flashed back to earlier and the way Assassins body responded to the blows, and it suddenly clicked.

The flurry ended as her servant flipped through the air and softly landed on their toes before righting themself. The only injuries on their body being the cuts from earlier in the fight. Assassins grin grew too near demonic levels and the air around them seemed to warp. Berserker looked confused, but couldn't stay on that thought long as a foot suddenly met their face. From there it devolved into an exchange of blows and in that Assassin had the edge.

Each strike flowed perfectly into the next and built the damage even greater. Berserker was trying to keep pace, but it's body wasn't able to withstand the strikes. Bones started to creak and eventually the servant finally fell. Quiet spread over the area and there was a brief second of quiet before Assassin raised the leg up in the air before slamming it down. The was a sharp crack before Berserker started to dissipate into a cloud of dust.

The master felt a small smile crawl onto her face, mostly at the fact that her servant still stood after going through two rather grueling fights.

Her servant walked several feet ahead of her somehow with a shirt still hanging on with all the cuts to it. The more pressing issue was the fact they were storming towards her brothers house without any effort to heal Assassins wounds. It made her incredibly nervous to be facing off against the strongest class, especially as they couldn't sense any other servant in the area.

Assassins mood seemed to be improving the closer they got especially after she told him that they her brother had managed to summon Miyamoto Musashi. In fact the smile at that moment had resembled a demon more than anything else. It honestly had made her even more scared of her servant, not that she wasn't already terrified of them.

The duo started up the steps towards the final encounter, though the blood splotches on the ground certainly told them fighting had happened. Only a few moments later they reached the top and were able to see her brother standing there with the saber class standing next to him. She went to talk but Assassin interrupted with a growl," Who are you?"

The Saber looked confused but still spoke up," I'm Musashi-"

"No," Assassin interrupted," The one I fought was much stronger than you."

The saber looked affronted and went to speak up with a carefree demeanor but Assassin closed the distance in a heartbeat and slammed a foot right into Sabers core. The poor servant went flying backwards into a wall, and Assassin seemed to want to put her through the wall. There was a sudden flash of steel that Assassin dodged with a quick movement. Saber was then forced to leap away as a fist punctured a hole in the wall.

They slid to a stop before spinning around and pausing with the sword at the ready as Assassin now stood shirtless with arms spread wide. The master felt a primal sort of fear enter her mind, and judging by the perplexed expression on Sabers face they felt it to.

It was as if Assassin was a demon, and the presence was only getting heavier. Saber seemed to steel themself and went to push forward, but the moment they shifted their weight, Assassin was right in front of them. Saber went to swing their blade but the first strike never landed as Assassin swiftly swept the leg out from underneath the opposing servant.

They quickly rebounded and launched an attack with their second one grazed Assassin's leg, but only made a thin cut. Saber furrowed their brow, but couldn't dwell on it as Assassin continued forward. Several close calls later they managed to get some distance and paused to look at Assassin. In this brief moment they got their breath back and tried to get a read on Assassin, but every time she ran a prediction through her mind it kept not working. It took a brief moment but in the end the solution hit them, Assassin was reading them. It made her wonder what kind of monster this servant had been in life, but they couldn't dwell on it as Assassin closed the distance and struck again.

They tried to counter with a sword swing but Assassins arm proved longer and a strong blow sent them reeling back. They quickly got their feet back under them and made a swing in an attempt to slow down Assassins next charge. There was a sudden feeling of resistance, but it wasn't the same as a blade cutting flesh. The answer came quickly as she felt the sword pulled up, and in response she tightened her grip. This prove to be a blessing and a curse, since she kept her blade but found herself thrown through the air.

It was a harsh landing but there proved to be no respite from Assassins rampage. They lashed out with several quick slashes and opened up several more cuts on Assassins body. They should have been deeper but for some reason Assassin's body resisted the blade's attempt to go deeper. A foot suddenly met Sabers face sending them backwards, though they stayed on their feet.

Saber dashed backwards and prepared to go all out in a bid to finish the fight. They readied their stance and quickly approached the moment that all of her suffering and work would show. One breath, two bre-her attack was stopped short but Assassin exploded right into her face. They attempted to slash but a fist collided with her face causing bones to give way.

Pain flooded Sabers senses, but even then they were aware of their body leaving the ground and being slammed down again forcing air out of their lungs. There was one more brief second of pain and it suddenly all went blank, but not before Saber realized their mistake. They hadn't tried to go all out from the beginning...and Assassin wasn't going to let her get away with that error.

The master looked on in awe as her bloodied servant removed its foot from the crushed skull of Saber letting the opposing servants body fade to dust. She would have turned to look at the crushed expression of her brother, but she was far too focused on the demonic face etched into her servants back. It struck her as the face of something that devours everything in front of it with no quarter given.

It also hit her in that moment that she had summoned the perfect servant for this war.

Assassin Class Servant- Hanma Yujiro

Noble Phantasm- Demon Back, The Worlds Strongest Creature

-The ultimate 'technique' of Yujiro that symbolizes his status as the worlds most strongest creature, putting all his talents to use. It is the personification of the idea of Hanma Yujiro, an unstoppable beast.