Fate: Damnit

Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

XIII

(Dudley and Hermione)

Kuzuki Souichirou once made a statement "To assume that a Master's position was always rear support, whilst true, there were always exceptions that occurred." He, Kuzuki Soichirou, was one and so was Dudley; to an extent. Dudley, could have been a Mage, had the potential to be a rather competent one at that; however with the basic reinforcement on his fists and his newly discovered aptitude as Zelretch called it "Power of Belief".

With this Dudley had rushed forwards into the fray. His Caster-Cousin and Saber had immediately moved to contain the pink-blur, somewhere over the raised voices of battle it was revealed that Lugh and Hailey were fighting Astolfo, a ladies man, gadfly and completely lacking in sense; however despite all of these blunders it was revealed that another one of Harry's impromptu lectures had been learnt.

(Flashback)

"The scariest opponent is the one that lacks any conventional sense and or wisdom. Those who lack these attributes make up for it in either raw physical strength or stupidly durable or durability powered by stupidity." Harry had revealed one night as the Masters of the Clocktower convened to formulate a battle plan.

"Potter, dare, we ask what your normal 'battle plan' was?" Asked Svin nervously.

"We pointed Harry at the target, set Harry off, and Harry made the target go away in pieces. Harry then wakes up in the hospital being stitched back together again." Hermione retorted with a clipped tone "And no, I am not throwing my best friend, surrogate little brother and all around walking disaster into this on his own."

"Mione, just because you won't, that doesn't mean that concept should be off the table. Considering the limited knowledge Harry has given us it should be a viable idea if needed." Shiro had responded bluntly.

"If you want to troll them…send my cousin and the Incarnation at them, Harry's spilling of mana and prana and then you reveal that you're the bone of your sword." Dudley growled; he might not bring much to the table aside from being a Master but that didn't mean his knowledge was any less invaluable.

(End Flashback)

The Homunculi, artificial above human constructs, shuddered; they'd been created en masse and loaded with every basic thaumaturgical based combat spell known to man. They took a step backwards as their evident Master target effortlessly put his fist through one of their colleagues, like stepping into a room.

As for their Master, Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillennia, snarled as one of their opponents seemingly unobstructed had begun to carve a bloody path towards her. Celenike snarled, her magi circuits activated as she sent a lance of crimson energy. Dudley managed to dodge it by pushing a homunculus into its path, it turned out the spike of energy boiled the blood.

Hermione meanwhile had focused on taking out the Golems. Hailey had joined in, the Caster of Red had tapped into the layline and with a unique sumerarian runic collection, the ground beneath the duo had momentarily rolled back to the Age of Gods, Like Unlimited Blade Works, where Emiya could pull a weapon out of the manifestation early; Hailey could rewind a small localised area.

With that established, Caster drew a familiar Eleven Holly and Phoenix Tail-Feathered Wand. "Hector, Male-me, all versions of you and Hermione/Hector are amazing." She was pulled from her thoughts as a Golem rushed Hermione "Nope…depulso maxima!" The Golem was picked up and pitched towards the female master.

"WOOHOOO! TO GLORY FOR SASUKE-KUN!" A pink haired menace screamed.

Hailey stiffened "That menace…a pink haired menace how did she…"

"Oh hey, Caster…I'm Rider of Black and the names Astolfo. One of the Riders of Charlemagne!"

"I'm Caster of Red, now no offence Astolfo, now for the battle cry of that perpetual emo from a particular pink-haired menace, you die." With that the ground below the Rider turned molten orange and exploded violently.

(Shiro and Arturia)

Arturia smirked as she batted away without issue the Bridal Berserker, she grunted as Spartacus slammed into her. Even she, long before Spartacus was born, knew his legend; the tireless warrior or led a Rebellion for freedom from slavery.

Her eyes widened as Spartacus began to glow and grow in size. Shiro created another pair of Married Blades before making it to Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia. Projecting a bow, Shiro notched a sword, making the Homunculus Master pale and begin to back away "SPARTACUS! BY MY COMMAND SEAL DESTROY THE RED-HEADED OPPRESSOR!"

Spartacus turned and he locked onto Shiro "BOY! ARE YOU THE OPPRESSOR!?"

Shiro stilled as he stared down the Berserker "I'm an Oppressor…an oppressor of Alaya and Gaia. But I'm not just an oppressor, I am the Bone of my sword! Steel is my body and my heart is twisted glass, twisted in eternal madness!" Arturia watched as a familiar bow materialised in her consorts hands, followed by a sword which collapsed into an arrow with a spiralling head "CALADBOLG II!" Shiro breathed as he pointed it at Spartacus.

The projected broken phantasm shrieked across the battlefield emitting a cylindrical kaleidoscope of rainbows slamming and detonating in Spartacus's chest with the force of a bomb!

Caules and Gordes stared in horror as a human, a mere mage, was able to destroy a servant. "What are you! Who are you?"

Shiro turned projected a standard arrow "A spellcaster, an incarnation, the living sheath of utopia, the empty-man surrounded by swords waiting for one's arrival. The Wrought Iron Faker, I am Emiya Shiro."

Shiro knocked two more arrows, these two identical to his swords of choice, with another incantation this one for the 'triple-linked crane wings', his reserves took a dive as he projected and launched three pairs of Kanshou and Bakuya, this time to harass the Masters.

"Shiro…" Artoria communed telepathically to her lover.

"Trying not to get myself killed. Besides, if you can deal with this Servant we might be able to get them to surrender."

Artoria nodded, she reared back on Dun Stallion; front legs lashing out taking out a golem and sent Frankenstein's Monster reeling backwards.

Caules growled "Berserker! Unleash your Noble Phantasm, I know I told you not to…" in his head, he received a grunt of acknowledgement.

Only for Berserker to pause as a Chariot tore down the street, blowing windows out, flipping cars, splattering and scattering homunculi and Golems. "King Of Knights! Let us achieve what I wished the last time we crossed destinies in a Holy Grail War."

Artoria looked at Rider and chuckled softly "I say, I accept your proposal."

Iskander chuckled with laughter before turning on the Berserker. "Now my beautiful opponent,whom might you be?"

There was no verbal rebuttal only for the mace to descend and the world turning green from the lightning strike.

(Kairi, Harry et al.)

Harry popped his neck, "I've just about had it with this Mystic Code and the annoyingly brilliant mage behind it…Now, Mordred you're going to take a hit in reserves…"

Harry slowly crawled out, as he cautiously maneuvered to see their attackers. He could make out the Servant on the tops of the rooftops. "Is that a symbol of your surrender to the Black Faction?" A strong baritone voice called.

Harry could feel the power in the speaker's voice. "Master…that's a powerful Divine Authority skill."

"Not…necessarily, but perhaps a declaration of parley?" Harry responded.

"What are you doing!" Hissed Kairi.

"You know what to do. I am going to try and negotiate." Harry called back. He pulled himself to his feet, surprisingly, any retaliatory bombardment had not commenced.

There was the unmistakable sound of metal on stone as out from between two buildings; a young woman on mechanical arms appeared. "You address Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia, Master of the Black Faction Archer."

Harry held his hands behind his head "Well met, I'm a Master of the Red Faction, I'm the Master of Saber and formerly Caster."

As the duo stared each other down, Mordred and Lu Bu were focused on Chiron. Meanwhile behind the ruined fountain Kairi loaded his shotgun, he worked out what his colleague was planning. Honestly, it's a plan he would use.

Harry stood up and moved around the fountain, before with agonising speed counted to ten and Fiore saw ten 5x5 squares begin to glow. The metallic tendrils whipped about momentarily before Fiore stood at the fading tenth square "What is this?"

"Me organising my terms and conditions of surrender. State your terms from where you are, please do not move any closer." "Otherwise you're within striking range of Sisigou's Finger-Gun; let's not even pretend how close you are to my own fighting range."

"Finger-Gun? Really Master…"

"He fires human fingers from his shotgun…have you any other ideas Mo?"

Mordred stopped, she didn't actually. She was however focused on the Archer on the roof "Master…are you quick enough to avoid any projectile from a servant?"

"Probably not...why?"

"I have suspicion that it's an Archer servant, not sure if you remember but Archers are very good against Sabers."

"But we have a Berserker…"

"Berserker dishes but can't really take. I'm as effective as a Lancer if I'm hitting a Berserker but Berserker hits like an Archer against me. When fighting Berserkers...mob or range tactics."

Harry sighed "Sorry about that…now about surrendering?" Harry looked up to see the Servant, he paled.

"Scared of my Servant?" Fiore asked, a slight hint of mocking in her tone.

"Scared...no Lady Yggdmillennia. More awestruck; if that is who I think it is then even with my associate and his Servant, I do not favour our chances."

Fiore grinned "To me."

"That is not a wise move, Fiore, I have a feeling that your opponent has lured you into a potential trap with his offer of surrender…it would be far more advantageous of me to remain…"

"I understand that. However, our Foe, it appears to be cut from a different cloth. Please, I can see his servant…"

There was a shimmer of prana as the Archer appeared. Harry and enemy Servant stared at one another, quickly analysing each other "Well met Harry Potter."

"Teacher of Heroes…I'd say it's a pleasure but probably not."

There was the faint sound of a roar as a spike of energy bloomed into existence as Lu Bu deployed his Noble Phantasm.