Fate Damnit 16

Harry Potter/Fate Stay Night

Tristan grimaced as the Gestalt Servant launched a barrage of strikes against him. Rin similarly was sent ploughing into a building as Edelfelt kicked her clean in the sternum "We're meant to be on the same side!" She protested, before with glee chucked a few gems the effects ranging from gandr curses and basic elemental effects; there were perks to being an 'Average One'.

"This a HOLY GRAIL WAR for a reason, what did you think was going to happen after all of the Black Faction was defeated was going to happen? You call yourself a Holy War Veteran." Edelfelt mocked. Meanwhile Flat had taken cover as he began to activate his circuits; with his innate control of Chaos Magic, he had developed the tendency to hack into boundary fields. "Game Set." His target was the bond between the Servant and the Master, if he could jury-rig it there was a chance that Tohsaka could take the Edelfelt without Assassin taking her out.

It wasn't hard to work out, Jack the Ripper was the Servant. A gestalt entity if Flat was correct, created by the back street Victorian Era Doctors and all of the abortions and stillbirths desiring the warmth of the womb. "A dangerous servant, wielded by a woman…but thankfully not one that isn't immune to magecraft. Lord El Melloi II, Professor, you're probably going to strangle me for this." "Play…ball!"

(Emiya et al.)

Shirou slumbered in the back of the chariot, sleeping with his head in Artoria's lap as she tenderly held his hand. Meanwhile, Waver Velvet, El-Melloi II, god he had grown and become a competent mage; she still remembered the scaredy-cat ten-and-nine-year-old who was out of his depth holding on for dear life from Iskander's Chariot…the same chariot she was residing in.

"My lovely King of Knights, it warms this heart of mine to meet you again…Can you explain your, marvellous transformation?"

Artoria blushed "I was resummoned into the Fith Holy Grail War with my memories of the Fourth; I met Emiya Shirou who has my Shield residing within him. We…fell for one another, then we were separated then I was summoned again, but even though I had been summoned by a fragment of a lance that I used not my Divine Lance; even with the shield I was summoned into the closest available class I am eligible for…Thus Lancer."

Iskander boomed with laughter "That is a story to hold close. A love story of a Mage and His Knight separated by eternity, one to eternally search and the other to wait eternally."

Shirou groaned "So…the damage?"

"None, you were lucky…you should have caused irreparable damage to your circuits."

Shirou looked up to see Arturia looking at him with a stern look on her face "Lancer or rather Saber and I have a way around that."

"Shirou, I have but one question and an answer but I want to hear it from thine own lips. Why did you use THAT sword as one of your broken phantasms?"

Shirou stilled, "Cleave the wicked, Caliburn." He could swear his EMIYA self was laughing at him "I…wasn't thinking, I was trusting my gut."

"Please refrain from using Caliburn like that again…Masters of Rider, have you any ideas where the Masters of Red Second Saber and Berserker are?"

Off to their North East, a part of the city went up in a pillar of flame "That's probably them, sensei." Grey mumbled.

El-Melloi II sighed "Harry, really has no concept of smallscale."

"Is it worse that we disregarded his warning?"

Artoria sighed "AND he's summoned Mordred and she's very much like me?"

"Good looking, brash, abrasive, and spine of steel?" Iskander boomed.

"More like abrasive, impulsive and very much when I was a child, I've done so much wrong to my knights, Mordred the most."

Shirou smiled softly "Ask her, try and talk to her…like how you, handled Tohsaka and me, when we…"

The Lancer snorted.

(Harry et al.)

Harry had grabbed Mordred and Sisigou and apparated with a pop as the God Force Noble Phantasm activated. "Fucking Berserkers…" Mordred growled.

Sisigou had the decency to blush, and pull out a cigarette "At least he did something, relatively useful."

"El-Melloi II, said something about Berserkers being little more than mad dogs on an ever-shortening leash. Berserkers are known for killing their own masters due to the nature of their summoning ritual." Harry explained.

The Necromancer Spellcaster nodded "Well that sucks…I can't feel him."

Harry concentrated and extended his senses "Can't detect that mage…"

"Does my Master have a crush? I'm getting a lot of mushy feedback." Mordred japed. Harry smirked, thankfully, he hadn't been asleep causing his mental shields to falter so much that Mordred would really know.

"There's something about her that makes me feel…warm. Hang on, Harry, you can't be…probably…thoughts for later."

On the other end of the link Mordred paused, despite being powered and created only by Mana, she was perceptive. When she'd jested she'd expected a retort but apparently, she'd struck a chord. "Thoughts for later." It was the only phrase she'd found over the link, she smirked, for the Dream Cycle would reveal all.

(Fiore)

"Fiore, are you well?, I heard and observed the fight below." Came a silky smooth voice.

Grunting, Fiore pulled herself up, strong arms looped themselves around her and she felt the pillows being plumped up. She could faintly make out, the long silver-blonde hair and aristocratic Lancer, Vlad Tepes, as the one supporting her.

It was her Grandfather. She found a cold glass of water next to her "What happened, young one?" Vlad asked after a moment.

"I encountered two Masters of the Red Faction. I was under the impression that Harry Potter, black of hair and green of eyes with a pale disposition and skinny frame was the Master of someone by the name of Lugh."

Darnic nodded "I had received reports of such things, were they inaccurate?"

"Extremely. He was accompanied by King Arthur or someone who looks very much like him."

Vlad chuckled "It is actually Artoria, you can blame Merlin. Being a Heroic Spirit and a Noble Heroic Spirit, kin speaks to kin. Then this Harry Potter was in fact the Master of Red's Second Saber, Mordred…You should have had the type advantage…what with your own Servant being Chiron."

Fiore sighed "I had thought as much but Potter…he's immensely powerful…He summoned a Deity Saber AND managed to form a pact with Mordred, furthermore when we fought…Yes Grandfather, Your Highness, I fought him Mage to Mage despite the cost of two servants on his reserves he still managed to fight me face to face; although I did get him on the ropes when I deployed my Mystic Code."

Darnic smiled, a short thin but heartwarming one "You've done well Fiore…From what you have said so far you've conducted yourself admirably. Facing an opponent whose power positively dwarfed yours and you managed to get him to withdraw. You took no wounds from him, that is commendable."

"It was the Master of Berserker, a Necromancer, Sisigou, I think…"

Darnic smiled even more so "Now that's even more impressive. Your injuries must have been caused by a second Servant but that matters not you're alive as is your Servant."

"What of my brother and Goredolf? They were deployed together."

"The Servants and Masters of Red Lancer and Rider encountered them; Musik was controlling the converted Red Faction Prime Berserker. Our sources tell of infighting already between Red Archer and Red Assassin…although Red technically has an Assassin on their side…It appears someone is gaming the system…admittedly that's what I tried to do only for this four-way Greater Holy Grail War to come about."

Just then Castle Yggdilmennia rocked violently.