Fate: Damnit

Harry Potter/ Fate Stay Night

Lu Bu Fenxiang, drew his bow and arrow, pulled back the string and a colossal burst of energy rushed out with a primal roar. Chiron and Mordred grabbed their masters and managed to just move them out of harms way, although Chiron took the majority of the blast.

Harry meanwhile was disorientated, "Master...come on, Master...Shit. Fuck! Master of Berserker! WHAT THE ACTUAL…" Mordred's yelling reverberated around his skull, causing him to moan and groan.

"I had no idea he was going to do that! Remember summoning a Berserker is akin to holding a dog on a leash! My apologies Lu Bu, but it's the truth." Sisigou retorted with exasperation; getting a grunt and vague images of Lu Bu betraying his former masters. "Also remember, my Servant is known for backstabbing and being a war savant."

Harry rolled out of Mordred's arms, landing unsteadily on his feet "What was the name of that rainbow cannon? Surely it couldn't be the bifrost as that's Norse and Lu Bu isn't Norse."

Kairi chuckled "That rainbow light was God Force: Five Weapons of the War God; the actual origins have it pre-date Lu Bu's time. Lu Bu if anything should be wielding a double handed halberd known as Houtengageki or Sky Piercer." Lu Bu huffed and held out the Houtengageki and shifted it into a bow.

Harry stared "Oh fuck…Then...If Houtengageki was Lu Bu's weapon of choice then is it not possible that someone from Lu Bu's time remade the God Force with Houtengageki as a form?"

Lu Bu nodded, faint coherent memories pushing through the red haze of madness enhancement "Chen Gong...friend...saw me...Lu Bu...War God...Chi You."

Mordred's eyes widened and stepped in front of Harry "Master, this Chen Gong, remade Lu Bu's weapon into a God-Tier weapon because he, saw Lu Bu as a War God and decided that a War God needed, no, required a weapon to accommodate his status."

"Female Arthur Lookalike...correct."

Mordred's temper began to fray "Saber…enough. I have no doubt you think you could take him; but Berserkers can dish it out just as well as you can. You're both effective against each other class wise; I don't know enough of Lu Bu's history or his era to even contemplate fighting him. I'm way too close for comfort if you're thinking about throwing down against him."

Mordred turned, her fury spiking for the first time against her master "You wouldn't dare. For all of your abilities as a mage, the very principle of forcing me to do your will repulses you."

That was the wrong thing to say. Harry's eyes momentarily darkened going from emerald green to forest green and darker; his aura began to manifest and Mordred suddenly found herself weakening! "Master! What are you doing!" Mordred could see her parameters falling, her A++, originally a B+ rank in Strength falling to a C+ and her A-rank in Endurance falling to a D.

As quickly as it happened there was a rush of mana and she watched as her stats, both original and enhanced, skyrocketed back to normal. Harry stood over her, and held his hand out to her. Gingerly, fearing it a trick, Mordred took the offered hand only to find Harry tighten his grip and pull her to a standing position "Sorry about that."

Mordred shuddered "That was horrible, Harry, I thought you were going to use a Command Seal on me."

"Why would I? I only have three; I'd much rather use them more creatively. We're meant to be a partnership, Ser Mordred. I supply your physical form whilst you bring reckless retribution to the field in our name and foolish quest for a Monkey's Paw. There are multiple ways for a Mage to bring a Servant to heel. You're right, I despise the unlimited possibilities that could be done by a Master to a Servant. Just because I don't want to, does not mean…"

"That you can't. Master, I'm sorry, I forced you into that."

"You've only experienced what I've given, it was only a matter of time before I took it away. Anyway, we should move. I see…"

"I! Lancer of Black enters the field." A thick romanian voice declared. Harry and Mordred paled. Accompanying the Servant was another battalion of homunculi.

"Masters of Red Saber and Berserker, I am Darnic Prestone Yggdillmennia." Darnic announced as he got out of a limo, with his servant stood in front of a recovering Fiore. "Are you okay?"

"Lord Yggdillmennia, she'll survive. She had not anticipated being so close to a Noble Phantasm." Chiron replied, picking up his Master and her wheelchair before taking off.

"We will be crossing paths again, Saber, Berserker. Until then I wish you good fortunes in the war to come."

Harry stiffened and a smile crossed his face "That Archer is amazing." With that he turned to Darnic and the fresh forces.

"Lord Yggdillmennia. I'm Lord Potter, Master of Saber. This is Sisigou, Master of Berserker."

Darnic bowed to them "I overheard your dialogue with my Heiress. Unfortunately I am not going to be accepting surrender."

Harry smirked, his circuits pulsed to life in counterance to Darnic activating his. "Saber…" Mordred looked at her Master and one thought thundered around her head and emblazoned itself on her spirit origin "WIN!"

(Celenike vs Dudley and Hermione)

The curse specialist of Yggdmillennia snarled in frustration. How was this possible! She should have boiled the blood for the bookworm, cracked the ribcage of the fat one into his heart but none of her spells worked!

Even her Rider Servant, who she'd been assured was of the highest caliber could barely do anything! He even had the class advantage over the Caster, but yet he was doing nothing. "By my command seal!"

Fortunately to use a command seal, one had to invoke it before it could be used. Hermione had her wand over and a deluge of Ancient Greek, Egyptian and Aramaic spewed from her mouth. Hermione smiled as their opponent had to dive to one side to avoid being disintegrated, heat-stroke and or having her skeleton erupted outwards.

"Hermione, pin her down! Make sure she can't use her command seals!" Dudley shouted as he reinforced himself, and charged forwards. Three homunculi moved to intercept him, barbed pikes in hand. Dudley dodged the first, aimed at his leg by spinning around the strike and delivering a punch that caved in the ribs. The second, he buried the fallen pike into the skull. The third one managed to score a jagged glancing hit off his forearm. For those of a more anatomical specialist just off the radius.

"Get OVER HERE!" Dudley roared as he grabbed the shaft, just below the head and pulled. The homunculus soared forwards, red eyes wide in horror as Dudley's fist collided with the third and final one.

Two Golems came to intercept him but a high-flying Astolfo, being struck by Lugh, annihilated them. Dudley went prone, thankfully, Astolfo ignored him. Astolfo was one of the few Riders with a skill that allowed him to function as a berserker and one of an even fewer amount of servants with the Independent Action, something typically seen in Archer Classes.

Dudley charged forwards, Celinike smirked and moved to intercept him "So, Master of Saber, you must be extremely suicidal to think you can best me Celenike Icecolle Yggdilmennia!"

"I don't need to best you. I just need to occupy you."

(Sieg)

He was unsure of the time that had passed since Jeanne had got him away from the Black Faction; his heartbeat began to quicken. He hid himself in the shadows as he watched Two Masters of Red engage in a fight that melted concrete and even warped reality.

Who was he going to stay! If he went out there he was dead! If they came over here he was dead.

Sieg picked up his pace and quickly began to leave Trifas.

(Hanging Gardens)

Amukusa Shirou Tokisada knelt in one of the prayer rooms of the hanging gardens. Over sixty years of preparation and it had come down to this; Shirou smiled softly to himself, for humanity to prosper this had to be done.

He finished his prayers and looked at the spirit board, the Blue Faction were gone. As he looked, he watched as a Saber of the Red Faction vanished from the field. "Shirou?"

"Red has lost one of its Sabers. We're still two servants short my darling. But that matters not; Ready Archer, Lancer and Rider between them should be able to take out the Black Faction."

Assassin of White stared at her partner and consort "I thought you were content to let the Black and Red tear each other apart."

"I was…but I cannot ignore the calibre of the Black Faction Servants: Chiron for Archer, Vlad "the Impaler" Tepes III for Lancer, Astolfo for Rider, Avicebron for Caster, Spartacus and Frankenstein for Berserkers and Jack the Ripper for Assassin."

Semiramis paused, being one of the oldest and therefore one of the more powerful servants; as the Wise Queen of Assyria she understood the pertinence and necessity of betrayal and poisoning. "WIll you require me to deploy some of my minions?"

Shirou stilled softly "Some skeletons and dragonbone warriors could not hurt."

Semiramis chuckled "Of course my love." She had a Creation Skill ranked EX. As popular culture would say 'this...this does put a smile on my face.'

Meanwhile elsewhere on the craft Achilles, Karna and Atalante gathered "Hey missy!"

"What?"

Achilles smiled at her "Just wanted to say, good luck. Try not to die as I want to get to know you more."

Atalanta calmly held the Riders gaze "Good luck. Don't get too arrogant and leave your heel exposed."

Karna watched the Greek Heroes banter interact. He looked up when Shirou arrived "Lancer, Rider, Archer...the three of you are to make a charge against the Black Faction; they have the Holy Grail. The Hanging Gardens will arrive as soon as it is able."

Karna let out a breath "Attack the Black Faction Stronghold, breach the Holy Grail and then hold it until you and Assassin are able to retrieve it. Understood."

With that the golden clad Hero descended to the battlefield.

(Emiya et al.)

"Master of Lancer! Up you come!" Shirou had no idea what was happening, one moment he was rolling across the floor, avoiding homunculi, then a gigantic muscled arm descended and pulled him free. He found himself on a chariot.

"Lancer! Fall back! Rider get us higher!" There was a thunderous laughter and Shirou waited until Artoria was out of the blast zone.

Projecting a blackbow, he began to trace three sword-arrows "I am the bone of my sword! DROWN IN SIN! THIS IS DAWNS RUIN! CLEAVE THE WICKED!" He chanted, he winced. He'd summoned too many phantasms at once!

Rider turned as the redhead notched all three into the bow "Merodach! Gram! Caliburn!" With that three identical looking swords appeared, Shirou blanched at the thought of having to use the third as an arrow but it would serve a point.

He concentrated, focused on the center of the formation of the mass of Golems next to Spartacus and fired. The three swords struck home and Arturia had to shield her face from the fallout "My love? Just what was that?"

"Merodach, Gram and Caliburn…Harry showed me them and although forged by man they were then blessed back gods etc."

"We shall have words about throwing my favoured sword as a broken phantasm."

Iskander roared with laughter "That was spectacular! A marvellous demonstration of controlled destruction."

Shirou sagged slightly "And ever so taxing."

Elsewhere on the battlefield things took a turn for the Red Faction.