AN: And so here comes the 7th Chapter folks. I hope you all enjoy it. Please read and review :)


Chapter 7:

Red vs Black I


"Hah!"

Mordred let out a mighty cry as she charged through the enemy forces in front of her, a wild grin on her face as she did so.

*SLASH* *SLASH* *CLANG*

One by one, each one of her opponents fell before her blade. Her view was swarmed with an army of white-haired humans, golems, and skeleton warriors. However, this would not be enough to stop her. They could come at her all they wanted, it would not matter. The Knight of Treachery would not be stopped by such things.

She was also able to note thanks to her own origins that the white-haired soldiers she was fighting weren't actually humans, but were actually homunculi. Though she was somewhat perturbed by this fact, she would not allow it to sway her from her objective for the night.

*SLASH* *SLASH*

She kept cutting down everything coming at her. Despite this, they kept charging despite how obviously outclassed they were. Most likely it was their tactic in order to tire her and her companions out. At this, Saber merely let out a demand as she smirked.

"Come at me! Is that the best you puppets can do!?"

*SLASH* *SLASH*

She bisected two enemy golems in front of her, the two constructs quickly falling to pieces. Quickly, she moved as another came upon the spot where she had just been standing. A small crater then formed thanks to the impact of the third golem's attack. Seeing an opportunity, the Red Knight swung her sword vertically and then horizontally, cutting apart the golem.

She then saw a male homunculus charging right at her, which then resulted in a smirk growing on Mordred's face.

*STAB*

Before her foe could even get within range to attack, the Knight of Treachery threw her sword, the blade burying itself deep within her opponent's head as he collapsed onto the ground in a heap. She then quickly followed up by running over towards Clarent while picking up the longsword from her fallen enemy.

*SLASH* *SLASH*

Though she had no training in wielding two blades at the same time, for someone like Mordred who relied more on brute force, it did not matter if she had the skill or not. So long as she knew how to fight, that was more than enough.

She also noted that the weapons they were also using were of very fine material given how easily her secondary weapon was easily slicing through her foes and how lightweight it was at least when compared to someone her size. Most likely, the one who created it along with the constructs she was fighting against, was none other than Caster of Black. Whoever he or she was, they were the only one who would be capable of creating weapons strong enough to stand against someone like her.

*STAB*

She impaled another homunculus standing before her, quickly charging forward as she ran through several more.

*BOOM*

With a quick burst of red lightning, her impaled foes were all blown to bits along with those who were unlucky enough to be standing near and in front of her as she performed the deed.

*CLANG* *SLICE*

Parrying a blow from another foe her other weapon, she quickly followed up by bisecting her current opponent.

Five more enemies then came upon her as Mordred turned around to face them...

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Several strong punches suddenly sent them all flying towards some of their allies, causing them to collide with one another and collapse to the ground. Looking towards the source, she saw Lancer standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Letting your guard down Saber? It would be a shame if you died so suddenly~"

"Shut it you twit, I was about to take care of that myself!" The blonde growled as she turned to ignore him and continued her charge against their foes. Seeing this, Lancer could only shake his head and laugh as several golems and skeleton warriors, which he had recognized as Dragon Tooth Soldiers, approached him with the intent to kill.

*BAM*

Several moments went by as the constructs remained still while Lancer remained unresponsive to their simultaneous strike. He then raised his head, a grin on his face as he spoke aloud towards the constructs and homunculi that surrounded him.

"What's the matter? Can't hurt me can you?" He said, the grin on his face turning into a smirk. "If that's the case, get out of my way!"

*SLASH*

Swinging his spear in a wide arc, the Servant of the Lance quickly dispatched of several golems that surrounded him. Seeing another come upon him, he merely smirked as he stood there and allowed it to hit him in the face.

Once more, the attack had no effect, as if he wasn't feeling anything at all from the blow landed upon him. As such, Lancer responded by dispatching his current opponent as he did earlier with the others. He then continued his charge towards the Castle Gate, his smirk turning into a sad smile.

Though he liked the fact that he was finally able to fight for the first time since his summoning, he was highly disappointed that none of them could even scratch him. Thanks to the blessing from the Gods he had received as a child, he would not be harmed by anything that wasn't similar origin as to the Gods themselves. As a result, any battle he would fight in would end in his victory due to his invincibility.

He had one weakness that could be exploited, but he wasn't stupid enough to allow himself to once more fall for the same trick that caused his original defeat in the first place. He wished for an opponent that he could fight on equal terms with, and so far none of the enemies he had been fighting were of that stature. He hoped that the Servants of Black could provide more decent entertainment than their puppets could.

*BOOM*

"Well, at least those two are having fun." Lancer commented as he looked in both Saber and Berserker's direction.

Speaking of the Servant of Madness, the green-haired spearsman noted that he wasn't half-bad. Despite being insane, he was actually able to retain some of his skills as a warrior given the way he swung his halberd against the oncoming foes in front of him. Had it not been for the fact that Berserker was also someone unable to harm him, he believed he would have enjoyed having a serious bout with him.

"Well, I guess I can't let myself get left behind now can I?"


"Hmm... such fierce guests we have for the night."

Watching the battle from within the throne room of the Yggdmillennia Castle were Darnic, Vlad, and Caster, the latter of which was using her crystal ball to observe the ongoing battle between the Yggdmillennia Army and the Red Faction Servants.

"Indeed. Perhaps we should have invested more time in readying our army?" Darnic mused.

Truth be told, Darnic had always expected such an event. Having fought as a Master during the last original grail war half a century ago, he knew first hand how powerful a Servant could be. He just never thought that the Servants of Red would be able to break through so fast despite all their preparations.

"As much as I would want to believe in such a thing, I think it would be for naught considering the opponents our forces face. No matter if they if were on a level compared to a lesser Servant, if faced with one of a far superior then the end result is what we see before us." Caster replied, displeased in the fact that, despite her hard work for the past few months, it all was quickly being undone as the three Servants decimated their army.

Then again perhaps it was to be expected? Only a Servant, or something of equal or superior power, could match Servant as they say. No mere constructs would prove a hindrance for beings such as them.

"Considering who one of them is, it's not all that surprising. We've already seen what she can do." Vlad added. "Not to say that her two companions aren't as dangerous as her that is. Both are proving to be quite troublesome in their own right."

The Knight of Treachery was an opponent that could not be taken lightly, as was her two companions whoever they were. In particular, the green-haired warrior was the one that caught his attention the most. Vlad deduced that he was none other than his counterpart, Lancer of Red, given that he was fighting with a spear.

Unlike Saber of Red who took the time to actually dodge enemy attacks and counter them, his counterpart more or less just stood there and took every attack directed towards him. Yet despite all that, nothing happened. No matter if one tried to stab him or clobber him with a blunt object, nothing was affecting him. They would need to find a weakness soon, otherwise this battle may end up heavily favoring the Red Faction.

And their wasn't really anything he had to say about Berserker of Red since, well, he was Berserker. It was only natural to assume he would be a troublesome foe. Still though, the one before them was quite powerful in his own right. He noted that the Red Faction must have had considerable luck to have been able to summon such powerful Heroic Spirits as their Servants.

"Oh my, according to one of the Assassins, it appears that Rider of Red is going to be joining the fray soon." Caster spoke up.

"Milord, do you have anything you wish to say in regards to our current situation?" The blue-haired man spoke out at the man sitting upon the throne. "At this rate, the Red Faction Servants will break through our defenses."

"Have our remaining forces of homunculi and golems withdraw for now. Better to save what we have in order to use later." Vlad began. "After that, have Saber and Berserker intercept them, we did have them stationed there after all."

"And what of Rider of Red?"

"Rider is to intercept the King of Conquerors. He is the only one among us, aside from perhaps Caster that is thanks to her magic, who is capable of flying at a speed capable of matching that chariot of his." He continued. "Have Archer support him during their bout if possible. I want him to be able to keep an eye and everything that's happening from where he stands."

"Should we have the Assassins make a move or should they remain as they are and continue to observe?"

"Yes. As far as the enemy knows, there's only two Assassin-Class Servants. Ours and theirs. Right now, it's too early to reveal what Assassin's true capabilities. But if they see an opportunity, have them find out where the Masters of Red are hiding at. They must be close by if their Servants are performing an assault tonight. I doubt that people such as the King of Conquerors and the Knight of Treachery would wish to serve under anyone who wouldn't willingly ride into battle with them."

"As you wish." Caster said as she began delivering the order with one of her familiars. At this, a smile grew on Lancer of Black's face.

'It's time to see how well our allies can stack up against our foes.'

"Hmm... Now I see. No wonder he seemed somewhat familiar..."

Vlad quickly looked towards Caster who spoke in tone full of wonder and surprise.

"What happened...?" He asked as the woman in purple and black looked towards him with a smile visible underneath her hood.

"It seems that our dear friend Archer knows about that spearsman down below."


"RAAAAAAGH!"

Letting out a cry of rage, Berserker swung the halberd in his hands rather easily despite its large size. He easily pushed through his foes with none being able to slow him down even for a moment. Truly, the members of the Berserker-Class were a force to be reckoned with.

And as such, it was only correct that another force of similar strength would be needed to confront the Servant of Madness.

*CLANG*

Berserker's halberd suddenly found itself interlocked with another weapon, a greatsword to be exact. When the former looked to see who dared to even stand before him, he saw a tall man with long platinum-blonde hair bordering on grey or silver wearing similarly colored armor.

Taking advantage of his foe's brief confusion, Saber of Black kicked him back.

"Hello~!"

*SMASH*

Which was then quickly followed up by Berserker of Black cheerily greeting her counterpart as she smashed her weapon, which was a large spear, into his own causing the ground beneath them to break apart forming a small crater. The pinkette then landed on the ground as she followed up with another strike which was quickly blocked by the other Servant of Madness.

"You must be my counterpart then. I have to admit, I was hoping it would be someone like me." Elizabeth said with a smirk on her face as she stood her ground against her foe with their weapons pushing against one another.

"RAAAAAAAGH!"

"...!"

All that quickly came to end as she suddenly found herself being blown back rather forcefully. It was rather clear to say that her counterpart was easily stronger than her physically speaking considering his build.

Seeing this, she picked herself up.

*CLANG*

"...!?"

Elizabeth nearly fell back when suddenly out of nowhere Saber of Red appeared before her with her blade raised. Seeing this, Saber of Black stepped in front of his ally and parried the incoming sword strikes.

*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*

The Red Saber followed up with three more consecutive blows, all of which was parried, and during said moment the second sword she had been wielding was shattered due to Saber of Black's strength. Unfazed by it, Mordred made a charge towards the Black Saber as their blades were caught in a deadlock, sparks flying slightly between them.

"Heh! I take it you must be Saber of Black!" She smirked at him. "It's about time a worthy opponent showed up, I was getting tired of killing all these puppets you people have been throwing at us."

Unfazed by her statement, Saber of Black pushed back his opponent with a hard swing. With that, both Servants of the Sword began trading blows with one another. It was going to be a high speed battle that could only be appreciated by warriors such as they.

Much like the bout with her father, Saber of Black was a far better swordsman compared to the likes of Mordred. Once again, this didn't really faze her ability to stand against such foes. Along with her strength and stubbornness as her Master called it, she had the advantage of her small size and speed when compared to her larger counterpart. And thanks to those two attributes, she was able to keep up with him

"RAAAAGH!" Berserker of Red roared as he charged towards Saber of Black, intent on taking him on as well.

*CLANG*

"I don't think so!" Elizabeth stated as she blocked an incoming strike from Berserker of Red towards her ally. "Keep your eyes on me big guy, it's rude to ignore a lady don't you know~?"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

*SMASH*

Elizabeth leaped as Berserker of Red swung his halberd down hard upon the spot where she had just been standing, the force of the attack causing a crater to form.

"Ugh... why couldn't you be more like me?" The pinkette muttered to herself in disappointment as she began trading blows with her counterpart. Trying to make conversation with the insane really was an exercise in futility. She felt like she got the short end at a straw lottery.


"Wow, it looks like everyone's giving it all they've got~"

"Indeed."

Atop one of the many towers of the Castle were Astolfo and Chiron. Both were currently observing the battle between both Saber and Berserker. Suffice it to say, it was quite an entertaining spectacle to behold.

"Right, I suppose it's time for the both of us to do our jobs." The male pinkette said as he stood up and began stretching his limbs. "I wonder if the King of Conquerors will be making an appearance tonight? I haven't met him yet, but I heard from Saber that he's a really interesting person~"

Such a statement caused Chiron to smile at his companion. Being comrades with one such as the young paladin was a rather refreshing experience.

It was at that point that he looked up in the sky as he felt a presence.

"I believe he is already waiting for you my friend." Chiron pointed out as he directed a finger to the sky.

Looking up, the young paladin saw a flying chariot pulled by two large bulls. There at the reins stood a man with a rather large build and red hair and a matching red cape. It became obvious to Astolfo as to who that man was.

He could see clear as day the smile on his counterpart's face. It was a smile that could basically be translated into two words.

Bring it!

"Archer, I'm leaving everything else here to you alright?" Astolfo said as he turned around to face the green-haired centaur using a human form. "I'd like it if we all are able to make it out tonight in one piece."

"I'll be sure to live up to your expectations my friend." Chiron stated in response with a smile on his face. "Though I do have some business I would like to take care of as well. If I don't, then I believe this battle may turn out to be rather one-sided."

"Really?" Astolfo's curiosity peaked up. "And what business would that be?"

"Keeping at bay an old student of mine..." Chiron began as the smile on his face grew wider. "And to see how much he had grown since I last saw him."


"I must say, it's as chaotic as I expected it to be."

Standing atop a cliff-side that overlooked the entire battlefield were Arthur and Jeanne. The duo had just arrived at the scene and where currently observing the battle. So far, nothing big had happened yet that required the two to interfere which was something of a relief for both.

"They're all fighting quite impressively." Jeanne added. "It goes to show one that they're all individuals who have earned their place as Heroic Spirits."

The White Knight nodded at this in agreement before looking back towards the battlefield. His gaze currently focusing on one specific individual.

At the moment, she was fighting against Saber of Black. Jeanne had told him that the Servant of Black was none other than legendary dragon-slayer Siegfried. With that in mind, he saw Mordred's chances of winning their bout go from even to slim.

"Are you worried about her?" The other blonde stated with a knowing look on her face as she saw the expression on her partner's face.

"No. I'm just curious to see how long she will be able to fare against Saber of Black. That's all." He stated in reply, but his Master only smiled at him in response.

"Just be honest with yourself, you're worried about her aren't you?"

"I suppose it's useless to hide it from you." Arthur sighed with a slight grin on his face. "I know that we are to be a neutral party in this war, but I suppose I can't help but cheer her on. In spite of everything that's happened between us, she was still a former knight in my service. Perhaps the me from back then who still viewed her as an ally has faith that she can pull through."

Though considering who her opponent was, the white knight believed he already knew who was going to win. But despite that, he wanted to believe otherwise.

The young saint merely continued to smile at him. To worry about and even cheer on someone whose actions resulted in both the end of his kingdom and his own life... Even if she didn't know everything about what happened, she was sure of one thing though. That the person in front of her truly was a kind soul.

She then turned her gaze towards the the distance. She looked directly at a hill filled with trees that was located south from the Yggdmillennia Castle. She could sense the Masters of Red standing there observing the battle themselves.

Along with the Master the Grail had provided her information about...

Whoever that person was, Jeanne strongly felt that said person really was involved in the strange occurrences that had been happening since the beginning the of the Holy Grail War. However, as much as she wanted to confront him now, she first had the duty of overseeing the battle below in order to make sure nothing got out of hand.

She could always send Arthur in her place instead, but she wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting her partner go off on his own without someone to back him up in case something were to happen. As powerful a Servant he was, he was still one person and could be overwhelmed given the right circumstances.

'Right now, there are ten Servants out in the field.' She began in her thoughts. 'Whether the winner of this battle be Red or Black, I pray that whatever happens now will result in a fortuitous outcome for the Holy Grail War and everyone involved.'

She could only rely on such thoughts now. She believed that the situation would only continue to escalate itself in the near future.


"Hmph. How is it that I am here with you lot when I could fighting on the front lines with the rest of the rabble?"

Seated upon a sofa of the finest quality was Archer of Red, the gold clad Servant looking rather displeased as he stared at his Master who sat beside him drinking tea. Right now, the duo were at the same spot where the rest of the Masters of Red where gathered in order to overlook the battlefield where Saber, Lancer, Berserker and Rider where fighting at.

Speaking of which, the sofa where both Master and Servant were seated upon was something pulled out from the Golden Archer's treasury, which itself wasn't limited to merely weapons alone. Along with it, he also pulled out a small table where the former laid both his legs at.

"It can't be helped." Reines declared as she set down her teacup. "After all, you lost to Lancer this time in that little game of yours."

Said game was another rock-paper-scissors match between Archer and Lancer. The prize being that whoever won would be the one to fight during the current battle and the one who lost would serve as the guardian of the Masters of Red during it. Needless to say, the latter had won the second bout given the former's current position.

"Hmph! That fool got lucky!" Archer said in response as he crossed his arms. "Should he and I go another round, I will emerge victorious from there on and so forth!"

Reines merely giggled at this as the Golden King growled in annoyance. As much as he was displeased by it, his honor as a warrior forbade him from breaking the oath that he swore. He then sighed and calmed himself down. He decided that he might as well drink some wine while waiting for something interesting to happen.

To which he then summoned a jug and cup, and soon began drinking. A scene which was witnessed by Kairi Shishigou as he looked at Waver and spoke.

"Remind me again as to why Archer isn't part of our assault force?" He asked. "You've seen his fight with that Black Knight didn't you? He sure as shit looks like he'll be an asset in this battle. And why aren't we using him as long-range support either?"

He had asked Waver about Archer's identity, and though the younger man was hesitant about revealing it, he decided to forego with it since knowing about it wouldn't really change much other than knowing the name of the Golden Servant. Suffice it to say, he was surprised and awed by it once told. It explained a lot about Golden Servant, from his mannerisms, style of dress, the way he fights and how powerful he was.

It was scary to think what would happen if he was an opponent instead of an ally.

"As powerful as he is, he's hard to control." Waver replied, whispering the last part so that the Golden King wouldn't hear. "Saber and Lancer are at least a little more manageable, and Kotomine has complete control over Berserker. Along with Rider, they're the ideal team for a battle where you want to ensure the least amount of damage to your surroundings. Adding him on the other hand... I'd rather not take the chance, especially since he has a short temper."

Gazing towards the red-eyed blonde currently lazing about on his sofa, Waver continued to speak.

"Besides, we'll need at least one Servant to keep protect us should something happen. And this way, we can at least keep a closer eye on him by having Reines around to keep him in line. Despite how he seems, he's actually alright with having her for a Master and going along with what she says."

That made a certain amount of sense to Kairi. Archer was certainly one of the hot-blooded types who could easily be angered. There was no telling what would happen if he fought against someone he could get a rise out of him. From what he had seen, the Golden King most likely would give a second thought to harming civilians during a fight, which would then result in a conflict with Ruler and her Servant should such a scenario come to pass.

It was probably the reason as to why Waver called for that game between Lancer and Archer during their strategy meeting, which in turn lead to a rock-paper-scissors match, which by his observation was actually rigged.

"And to answer your second question Shishigou-san," Shirou spoke up as the sunglasses wearing mercenary looked at him. "There's also the fact that Archer refuses to participate in the fighting unless it's up close and personal. Trying to argue against him about it would be futile given his personality."

"Well that's not surprising."

"Indeed. And in case you were wondering, both Caster and Assassin aren't all that useful in a situation like this themselves, not without the necessary tools that is."

"Speaking of which, where are they?" Waver spoke out.

"Keeping watch from a distance further away from here." Shirou replied. "Assassin's familiars are relaying information directly to me, giving us real-time observation over the entire area. That should at least give us the element of knowing when and where the enemy will strike. If need be, I can even have her mobilize her Noble Phantasm. Though I believe it to be still too early to reveal such a trump card."

"And that just leaves us with him to look after us." Kairi commented with a sigh, gazing at Archer of Red. "Why do I get a bad feeling about this-"

*WHOOSH*

"...!?"

All looked to see a dagger being thrown directly at the youngest member of the Red Faction, the young blonde's eyes widening slightly as she saw the blade inches away from her face.

*CLANG*

The dagger was blown back. But not by Archer, the red-eyed blonde smirking slightly at the startled expression of his Master along with staring at her savior who was currently standing right in front of the duo.

Said savior was none other than Gray, a large scythe in her hands which she seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

"Are you alright?" She asked, concerned about the young head of the Archibald family.

"I'm fine, thank you Gray." The blonde replied as she calmed herself down.

Such a feat surprised Kairi greatly, he had never expected the quite looking girl to have such a thing on her person. Then again, considering his line of profession in life, he supposed it was only natural to assume the unexpected. And it looks like that he along with Shirou were the only ones surprised by the fact. From the looks of Waver and the young blonde, it gave off the impression that both knew about her weapon themselves.

'That scythe... there's something about it.' Shirou thought, but decided to keep such thoughts to himself for now as he was reminded of the current situation before them.

"That dagger...!" Waver began as realized who it belonged to. "Is it Assassin!?"

The last time he had fought during a Holy Grail War, he was once on the receiving end of similar looking dagger. Could it have been the very same Servant? What were the chances?

Looking towards the source, the members of the Red Faction saw a figure dressed in black with a skull mask making a break for it. They all realized that said person was indeed Assassin, as they were the only class that had the ability of concealing their presence without any of them knowing about it.

'So it was the same person...!' Waver began in his thoughts, but something was slightly off. Although their general appearance was the same, skull masks and black clothing, the one he had seen just now was shorter than the one he encountered back then. He wondered to himself what that meant.

"At last, something to entertain me." Archer said as he stood up, the sofa disappearing back into his treasury much to Reines' chagrin as she was still seating upon it, causing her to fall on her behind onto the ground beneath.

"Give me a little warning first...!" She complained as she rubbed her bottom.

"Watch over the little girl. I'm going hunting." Archer stated as he leaped after Assassin with both blades drawn.


"Hah!"

A strong horizontal swing from Lancer of Red sent dozens of enemies flying. Seeing that he had a moment to breathe, he sighed as he scratched his head.

"Damn, is this all these guys can do...?"

Looking behind him, he saw numerous corpses and remains of the Black Faction Army littering the area where he and his allies came from in order to get to the gate.

Most of it was actually his doing. While they did fight as well, Saber and Berserker basically charged through the main force as they headed straight for castle, not really caring much about their opponents all that much.

For a warrior such as Lancer, being a ignored during battle was a great insult. As such, he decided that he would at least give his human foes, as human as homunculi can get that is, the honor of dying by his hand. He believed that they deserve at least that much for standing against him and his comrades.

"Gah...!"

A homunculus cried out as Lancer stabbed him in the heart.

*SLASH*

Quickly, he bisected his foe as the green-haired spearsman sighed to himself. Despite his earlier belief, the battle quickly became rather one-sided when it was just him and the entire army going against each other. And that was a great bore to one such as him.

"Man, is there even anyone around who's able to give me a good fight?"

*BOOM*

Looking towards the source of the explosion, he saw his comrades fighting against the Servants of Black. Seeing this, he smirked as he hefted his spear over his shoulder.

"Heh! As if I'd let myself be left out of the fun!"

Deciding that he had done enough damage to the army that itself had suddenly begun retreating into different locations that surrounded the Castle, Lancer of Red made a beeline towards the chaos of his fellow Servants battling one another. Perhaps one of them may prove to be an entertaining foe for the night.

It was then that he heard an arrow being shot towards him, seeing the incoming object coming at him from above. Instead of deciding whether or not to intercept or dodge it, the green-haired spearsman merely smirked as he allowed the sharp object to hit him.

*SHNNK*

Staggering slightly in surprise, Lancer came to a stop as he stared blankly at the arrow that suddenly pierced his left shoulder. His eyes wide in shock at the protrusion stuck within his flesh. There wasn't any sign of pain on his face. Rather, it was filled with blank surprise. The green-haired spearsman couldn't even get a word out as two more flew towards him.

*SHNNK* *SHNNK*

Both shots pierced through his armor and skin. His interest piqued, Lancer quickly removed one of the arrows and gazed momentarily at it.

"This arrow..." Lancer began as a smile began forming on his face. "I recognize this craftsmanship anywhere, and this sensation too..."

Realizing that the person who shot the arrows must've been of divine nature, not too mention recognizing the design said arrows, the green-haired spearsman began laughing aloud.

"AHAHAHAHA! THIS IS GREAT! I DIDN'T THINK SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN!"

Looking up, his smile formed into a wild smirk as he saw who was responsible for shooting him. It was a person that he was able to identify at first sight.

After all, why wouldn't he be able to recognize his old teacher? The very person who taught him the skills necessary to be a hero?

Getting into a stance, a wild grin formed on his face as he cried out his master's name.

"MASTER CHIRON!"

With that, the legendary Greek hero known as Achilles charged into battle.

"A pro-active person as always. Why am I not surprised?"

Chiron merely smiled as he saw his former student quickly run towards his direction and began jumping up towards his level via the towers that were placed throughout the complex. The green-haired Archer deciding to take the chance to shoot him as he made his way up.

*SHNNK* *SHNNK* *SHNNK*

Once more, three arrows pierced Achilles' body, but the Servant of the Lance was not bothered by it at all. Rather, each blow only served to excite him more and more. Soon enough, he was now on top of the same roof as his former teacher.

*CLANG*

Pulling out a sword crafted for his use by Caster of Black, Chiron parried an incoming blow from his former pupil's spear. A rapid exchange of blows soon took place, all the while the former took shots at the latter.

*SLASH* *SLASH* *CLANG*

"Hahaha! It's been a long time hasn't it Master!? Who would've thought that we'd meet each other again in a place like this?" Achilles began.

"Indeed. Perhaps fate may have played a part in our reunion." Chiron replied. "Or perhaps it may just really be a coincidence. Who is to say?"

A casual exchange such as theirs could only happen between two fine warriors such as they. Proof of the latter could be seen from their duel alone as both parried and dodged every single attack either one would make.

"Who knows? All I know is..."

*CLANG*

Another collision of their weapons caused both to skid across the ground due to the sheer force.

"I'll be taking your head tonight!" The green-haired spearsman declared with the wild grin on his face growing bigger by the second.

As much as Achilles cared for and respected his former teacher, he was now Lancer of Red. A Servant fighting in the Holy Grail War. Personal relations no longer mattered to him at this point, he who was now merely a spiritual construct living on borrowed time. As such, he decided to enjoy his current life as much as he could, and being faced with the chance to do battle with his former teacher, how could he resist?

"Ahahaha... as straightforward as always I see." Chiron himself shook his head as he continued to smile at his former pupil. He hadn't changed all that much since he last saw him. He was hit with something of a nostalgic feeling as he saw this, flashing back slightly as he saw his old friend just getting started training under him.

Still, much like Achilles, he too had no problem in taking the life of his old friend for similar reasons. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and focused his attention back to the situation at hand.

*CLANG*

As such, the battle between teacher and student had finally begun.


"Hah!" Two voices called out, one masculine and one somewhat feminine.

*CLANG*

In the skies above the Castle, the two Riders clashed with one another. One rode a chariot pulled by large black bulls covered in red armor, and the other rode a rather magnificent creature that was known by many as a hippogriff. Currently, the two flew beside each other all the while exchanging blows using their respective blades.

*CRACKLE*

Astolfo smiled as his mount momentarily got clear of his counterpart's chariot, dodging the sudden burst of lightning blasts. Thanks to flying rather close to his counterpart's chariot, there was a chance of the lightning generated by it as it moved hitting them. Luckily for the young paladin though, it didn't look like his counterpart he held much control over the ability as if he did, he would have already tried shooting him down with it or something. That, and he was able to tell when a sudden burst was about to begin, giving him time to at least get clear.

That said, he was really quite taken with the appearance of said chariot, finding it to be very interesting that such a vehicle would be able to fly despite it not having wings like his mount. Still, he could not allow his fascination to hold of him during this battle. He had people counting on him. As such, on his good name as one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, he would not fail them.

In his right hand held the spear he used to do battle while riding a mount. It was a large white spear that was ornately designed. He called it Argalia, named after the original owner, who was both a knight and a prince of a certain country, of which Astolfo had obtained it during one of the many escapades he went on during his life.

'Now then...!'

Tightly gripping his spear, he flew closer to his counterpart and hanged in an upside down position.

*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*

Rider of Red quickly parried each attack the young paladin could muster while in such a state. Truthfully, the young paladin admitted to himself that he wasn't actually that good with a spear when compared to the likes of his ally Lancer or perhaps Berserker of Black. That said, he believed himself to still be a formidable enough foe when performing mounted combat.

Seeing that his attacks were not doing much effect, Astolfo returned to a normal flying position and suddenly spurred his mount to fly faster and it did so with haste. Moving past Rider of Red's chariot.

"Hah! We cannot allow ourselves to be outdone... HYAH!"

Spurring the divine bulls that pulled his chariot, the King of Conquerors gave chase.

"Hehe...!"

Without warning, the hippogriff had spread out its wings, causing it to momentarily stop and for the large man's chariot to have passed them. It was at that moment that Astolfo took the chance to jump onto the chariot itself, landing on top of one of the bulls.

"What...!?"

"Hah...!"

Balancing himself on the metal pole that separated the divine bulls from one another all the while grabbing onto one of them, Astolfo began an assault on the King of Conquerors using his spear.

Narrowly being stabbed, Iskander smiled as he once more countered. Though at such a close range, he could only do so much. As such, once he saw an opportunity, he took a chance and grabbed his foe's spear. Though such an act did cause the hand he used to perform the feat to start bleeding.

Seeing that the pinkette was stunned by his act, the larger man spoke.

"Forgive me my friend, but I ask you get off here!"

Using his body strength, the King of Conquerors tightly gripped the spear as he threw the young paladin off from his chariot.

Said throw didn't do much as the young paladin was quickly rescued by his mount. The latter then returned to flying normally once more as both Riders stared at one another intensely. It quickly ended as both broke out into smiles.

"You're not bad with a sword King of Conquerors." The pinkette stated. "You've managed to parry all my blows up until now."

"Hehe, it's not the first time I had to tangle up close and personal." Iskander stated as he eyed the foe's mount with a glint in his eye. "I must say, that is a rather magnificent beast. Might you tell me where you found such a thing and tamed it?"

"I don't remember it actually, I've been on a lot of adventures you see~" Astolfo stated with a hand behind his head somewhat embarrassed.

"Well that's too bad, I was thinking of getting one myself too." The large man sighed in disappointment before a smile once more formed on his face. "Oh well, I suppose I could just take yours instead. A much simpler solution wouldn't you agree?"

"Ah! You can't do that!" Astolfo pouted as he held onto his mount even closer. "This guy right here is my partner you see, so I can't let you have him even if you are a King. I am willing to lend him to you if you surrender to us that is~"

"Hahaha! I like you, you remind me of someone I once knew in life!" Iskander laughed. "Perhaps you'd be willing to join my army? I can promise you a high-ranking position if you do~"

"Ahaha~" The young paladin began laughing himself. "As flattered as I am King of Conquerors, I've already sworn myself as an ally to others. No matter what you promise me, I will not break their trust."

"Too bad then." The large man stated before thinking about something else. "Now that I think about it, I have yet to ask you of your name."

"Haha, don't you think that's something I wouldn't answer~?"

"Perhaps." Iskander began before smiling. "But I believe yourself to be a person who will answer when asked, no?"

Silently contemplating, the young paladin decided to answer since he was asked.

"I am Astolfo, the Twelfth Paladin of Charlemagne."

"Hoh? I did not expect for one referred to as the most handsome to look so much like a young maiden!"

"I think you may be the first one to ever get that correct the first time." Astolfo chuckled briefly. "Shall we continue our dance then?"

Not long after their conversation with one another, the two continued their bout in the sky.


Within a secure location inside the Yggdmillennia Castle were the sibling team of Fiore and Caules. The brother-sister duo were currently standing by as per Darnic's orders. The head of the clan believed that spreading out the Masters of Black throughout the castle would benefit them should something breach their defenses. With the use of a Command Spell, their Servants would be able to appear to their aide once it was needed.

Currently, the brother and sister duo sat together at a table, watching the ongoing fights as well observing the surroundings through several crystal balls that Caster of Black had conjured up for them. It also served as a means of communication between the members of Yggdmillennia.

"Are you nervous Caules?"

"Yeah, kinda..."

Fiore wasn't oblivious to the fact that her younger brother was afraid. She knew him better than anybody else after all. But as much as she wanted to say that he shouldn't be, she could not blame him. She too had fears of her own, but as the future head of the clan, she could not allow herself to show any form of weakness.

"It'll be alright." She began. "You should have faith in our Servants."

"You do have a point. Berserker would probably hit upside the head if she thought I was doubting her abilities." Caules stated as he leaned back on his chair while putting both hands behind his head, a crooked smile on his face.

Such a statement caused Fiore giggle slightly. Even in a situation like this, her brother found the ability to make rather humorous remarks.

"Hehe... Huh? Crap! It looks like Berserker's being pushed back!"


"RAAAAAAGH!"

"Tch!"

*SMASH*

Dodging an incoming strike, Elizabeth jumped to the side as Berserker of Red swung down hard on the spot where she had just stood. She cursed to herself as she found herself quickly being overwhelmed by her counterpart. It was the only natural result after all. She was a noblewoman for most of her life, not a fighter. All her battle skills could basically be summed up as her relying on her innate prowess as a Servant.

*SLASH*

A cut formed on her cheek as she once more narrowly avoided being beheaded by her counterpart. It was only one out of several. However, though she was bleeding, she felt no pain. That was due to the fact that she was summoned as a Berserker-Class Servant. Servants summoned under the class were granted the ability of Mad Enhancement, but hers was rather low ranked and allowed her to retain her reasoning. All it did was slightly augment her strength and endurance, as well as removing her sense of pain.

However, the wounds on her body wasn't what was bothering the pinkette.

It was the fact that her counterpart had marred her beauty several times. And now he had marred her face... that was something she could not allow to stand!

"That's it!" She bellowed. "You'll pay for that you overcompensating oaf!"

Suddenly, a rather large pair of draconic wings sprouted from the pinkette's back.


"Oh my, I never expected her to have the ability to grow wings!" Fiore commented in slight awe.

"Same here. I was really surprised by it when she first showed it to me after her summoning." Caules added.

During her life, the girl known as Elizabeth Bathory actually lacked the claw-like fingernails, dragon horns, and tail. These were only attributes that would appear once she was summoned as Servant thanks to the skill Innocent Monster, which would distort the appearance of a Servant due to their reputation. Her family was associated rather closely with dragons. And with her reputation during life, perhaps her appearance as a Servant was only natural.

With her newly spawned appendages, perhaps now the girl had a stronger chance against Berserker of Red.


*CLANG*

Berserker of Red quickly parried an incoming strike from his now aerial-born foe.

*CLANG* *CLANG*

Two more strikes as Elizabeth blitzed around her counterpart. She thought to her self that she should have just used this ability from the start. It certainly would have made her battle with Berserker of Red somewhat more easier for her to handle.

That said, her counterpart continued to block and parry any attacks she would try to strike him with. Perhaps it was time to try something different? An idea came to her mind as she began thinking.

She then remembered that she had the abilities of a dragon due to her heritage and appearance. With that, Elizabeth smirked as she got in close...

*CLANG*

Parrying a blow, she took the moment where her counterpart tried to collect himself and follow up and got in close. Floating right in front of his line of sight as she took a deep breath...

"HAAAAAAAHHH!"

And let out a loud roar of ultrasonic waves against Berserker of Red. Though similar to her Noble Phantasm, it could be considered a weaker and smaller version of it. That and she was basically letting out a loud yell, which was unlike where she was singing.

Not expecting such a thing, Berserker of Red was pushed back by the sound attack, and it looked as though he was being hurt by it before crashing into the wall that surrounded the Yggdmillennia Castle. The structure collapsed and buried Berserker of Red under a pile of rubble.

"Ugh... maybe I went a little far?"

Floating down slightly, Elizabeth surveyed the destruction she had caused. She was slightly hoping that Lancer would not scold her for this.

*BOOM*

"Wah!" She quickly dodged several flying debris that came from the pile that suddenly exploded. There, she saw Berserker of Red looking no worse for wear, causing the pinkette to click her tongue in annoyance.

"A real persistent man aren't you...? How vexing!"

She was answered with a Halberd being swung down upon her.


In contrast to the situation of the Servants of Madness...

"Damn it all...!"

No matter how hard she swung her sword, no matter how fast she would strike, Mordred found herself being pushed back by Saber of Black. The priest's mentioning of him being a powerful Servant was on the spot it seemed.

In terms of pure ability, she was outclassed. Blow after blow, move per move, she was parried and met with a counterattack each time. Whoever her opponent was, he was most definitely a hero of great legend.

"Hah!"

*CLANG*

An audible clang erupted between their blades as both Servants of the Sword skidded across the ground. Stabbing her blade beneath the earth where she stood, Mordred came to a stop as she glared viciously at Saber of Black.

As much as she hated to admit it, Saber of Black was perhaps someone as powerful as her father. That alone was a blow to her pride as it reminded her of everything that she wanted to be and hated at the same time.

If Saber of Black was truly someone equal to her father, then what did that leave her? Though she lacked skill and finesse in her sword play, she was still able to tell how strong a person was just by trading blows with them a few times.

And she knew, knew for a fact that during her last bout, her father was indeed holding back on her during their battle on that bloodstained hill. Her pride merely blinded her from realizing it that time. Only after gazing into his eyes during their reunion did she figure it out, and her trading blows with her counterpart only cemented it.

That resulted in her poising a question to herself...

If she could not defeat Saber of Black, whom she believed to be on equal footing to her father, what did that say about her? Did that mean she was really nothing more than a pretender who could not stand on the same level as the King of Knights?

'No... there's nothing I cannot defeat!' She shook her head.

Why on earth was she doubting herself!? Such foolishness should be above someone like her, for she was the child of King Arthur! The heir to his legacy and skill... there was nothing her father could do that she couldn't do just as well!

With that, the red knight tightly gripped her sword as she raised it above her shoulder. Suddenly, her helmet disassembled itself onto her armor. In doing, it caused the first step in the activation of her main Noble Phantasm as sparks of crimson lightning radiated from the blade as prana began gathering within it. That act caused her counterpart to quickly raise his guard.

"Oi Saber! Who gave you permission to use your Noble Phantasm?!" Kairi telepathically demanded, having sensed what his Servant was about to do.

"Hmph! As if not using it in this situation will benefit me." She responded. "The one before me right now is an opponent I can no longer take lightly. As such, I shall respond to his strength with my full might!"

"Prepare yourself Saber of Black! I shall be taking your head now!" The Knight of Treachery bellowed as her counterpart suddenly received a command of his own.

"Saber, I give you permission to use your Noble Phantasm." Gordes' voice echoed throughout his mind. "Both Lord Darnic and Lancer have approved of its use. Show them how powerful you truly are, Dragon-Slayer Siegfried!"

Hearing his Master give the command, Saber of Black responded by smiling and raising his own sword above his shoulders, the blade glowing a bright azure light.


Seeing the current situation unfold, Lancer of Black stood up from his throne as a long spear appeared in his hands.

"Darnic."

"Yes milord?" The blue-haired man asked, but he already knew what the answer was going to be.

"I leave everything here to both you and Caster." He stated. "I'm heading out to deal with our guests as well."


"Uwah~"

Stopping briefly in their duel, both Riders were momentarily awestruck by the sudden burst of light that was being emitted from the castle below. Astolfo was very much fascinated by the colors, finding the mixture of both crimson and azure to be a stunning sight to behold.

Iskander on the other hand had only one thing to say.

"Interesting, it looks like our friends of the sword below are about to go serious!"

"Wait, really!?" The male pinkette stated in brief panic. He could sense large amounts of prana gathering where the lights were coming from. He was starting to get worried about his allies. As such, there was only one thing he could at this point.

"Hang on Saber! I, Astolfo, shall aid you!"

With a mighty cry, the hippogriff flew towards the source of the light at a fast pace. Dive bombing to be exact as they darted past his counterpart who was slightly taken off guard by the action.

"Well that's rude, leaving me here by myself." The red-haired man stated with crossed arms before a smile broke out on his face. "Do not think I'll allow you to do such a thing just like that my feminine friend! HYAH!"

*CRACKLE*


There was a sharp contrast between the gathering of prana between Mordred and Saber of Black within their respective blades.

In regards to the former, her blade was glowing a crimson and the prana building up took the form of lightning that began to violently radiate from the blade as if it was ready to explode.

On the other hand, the latter's sword was the polar opposite. The prana building up was serene in its gathering, and the colors that represented it would remind one of both the sky. It was a stark contrast to the former. Whereas the former would cause fear, the latter would cause a sense of peace as ironic as an attack meant to destroy would even cause such a thing.

"CLARENT..."

Mordred swung her sword down with a mighty yell to the sky.

"...BLOOD ARTHUR!"

A trail of crimson lightning burst forth from the red sword, heading straight for Saber of Black. In response, the platinum hair colored male swung down his own sword.

"BALMUNG!"

For the first time in the Holy Grail War, the hero known as Siegfried spoke by crying out the name of the legendary dragon-slaying sword in his hands. The weapon which he had used to slay the dragon Fafnir. It was a battle where he had truly become a hero of legend.

Azure and Crimson, two different lights headed straight for each other, colliding. It was a struggle to see who would overpower who.

However, much like how they were gathered, there was a prime difference between how they both attacked as well.

Mordred's blast was a linear attack while Siegfried's attack was more spread out in comparison. Thus, despite him being far more powerful, the crimson lightning was able to power through the wave thanks to it being concentrated.

*BOOM*


"Hmm...?"

Seated atop a log within the forest that surrounded the city of Trifas, Archer of Red wiped his blade clean from the blood that covered it.

Beside him laid a body that laid in a pool of blood, one that was covered in all black which was slowly evaporating into black mist. Said body also had its head removed, which itself was currently perched on branch that Archer decided would make for a do hanging spot.

Currently, he was successful in killing off the rat that dare threatened to harm his Master. It was the only natural result. After all, one such as him would not lose to a rat so pathetic that he had to rely on stealth to perform his kills. Though he too knew of the value of stealth attacks, he held a distaste for those who decidedly used the method as a lifestyle. One look at his prey, he was able tell that type of life he had lived.

Soon after killing him though, Archer heard a rather loud explosion coming from the direction castle where the Black Faction resided at.

It was also at that moment that he decided to entertain the others who were hiding in the shadows.

"Continue to hide in the darkness if you wish. I will find and end you all as I have your friend here." He said, banging on the tree that held the severed head, causing it to fall on roll onto the ground. By that point, the body had already disappeared and was soon followed by its head.

"I believe you will have a hard time doing that, Golden King." A familiar voice cried out.

A soured look grew on Archer's face as he saw Ruler and the King of Knights appear from the shadows. Their armor now glistening under the moonlight causing a somewhat ethereal scene should one view as a third party.

"Ruler..." He sneered. No wonder he felt a strange sensation once felt their presence. "And why exactly have you chosen to appear before me?"

"I would like for you to hear me out on a matter I've been wishing to discuss with a member of the Red Faction." Jeanne stated, unfazed by the hostility coming from the Servant of the Bow.

Arthur on the other hand found the man before him to be rather troublesome. He would have preferred it if his Master hadn't chosen him to speak with and chose someone else, such as the man known as Waver Velvet whom they met during the first night. But he supposed it couldn't be helped. Much like with Black Faction, she once more decided to take a leap of faith.

"Hmph, and what makes you believe that I would listen to you? Such a request coming from the one who proclaims herself to be a Ruler when in reality you are nothing more than a mere peasant. It's laughable at best, insulting at worst for you to be here in front of me."

"Mine is nothing more than a title and symbol of authority as a mediator of the Holy Grail War." The young saint replied. "I am not a sovereign, and never have I ever proclaimed myself to be one."

"At least you acknowledge it." Archer stated while crossing his arms, though he was still displeased by the sight of the female blonde. "So then, why exactly have you decided to appear before me?"

"I would like to discuss with you about one of your comrades, King of Heroes." Jeanne began.

Hearing his title spoken, Gilgamesh, the legendary God-King of Uruk, decided to hear out what the young saint had to say to him.

"Do tell..."


"Man oh man... do I wish I could be there right now."

In the far distance outside the surveillance range of both Red and Black factions, a young woman watched the conflict between the two factions from atop a building. She had shoulder length blonde hair, part of which was braided on the left side of her face, and blue eyes. She wore glasses and a black themed female school uniform that wouldn't out of place in a Japanese high school.

Beside her was another individual who sat on the edge of the rooftop. He had messy blue hair that was long enough to be tied into a pony tail and red eyes. He wore blue and black clothes underneath a set of white armor that gave him a somewhat feral look. In his right hand and hefted onto his shoulder was a crimson colored spear of intricate design. From his appearance alone, one would be able to tell that he wasn't of this time period.

"Obsessed with fighting aren't you?"

"Of course I am, it's a lot of fun after all."

The female blonde eyed him curiously at that. Ever since the two of them began working together, she always found the blue-haired spearsman to both annoying and somewhat interesting.

"Say Lancer, now that I think about it, you never told me what your wish was."

"That's because I don't have any." He stated in a somewhat deadpan tone, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "A real hero wouldn't have a wish they want granted or something like that. Guys like me should be content with the life they've lived."

"I see..."

"What about you...?"

"Eh?"

"What's your wish? I mean you were chosen right? That means you'll have one of your own."

She hadn't thought about that yet. Truthfully, with everything that had happened up until this point, she was had yet to consider why she was chosen to participate in an event like the Holy Grail War. Her grandmother had told her of how frightening the ritual could be, of how many people would often get caught up in the grand ritual of the magi to reach to root.

Her grandmother told her that half-a-century ago, both her own father and sister had participated during one such event where her elder sister served as the Master, of the strongest Servant-Class no less. But even then, her grandmother's sister died during the conflict. After that, she swore to herself afterwards that she wouldn't have anything to do with the Holy Grail War anymore after what had happened.

"Hey, Ayaka...?"

"It's nothing." The blonde haired girl known as Ayaka stated. When she thought about it now, perhaps she was chosen merely because she wished to see what the Holy Grail War was like. All the tales her grandmother told her, her curiosity had been piqued.

'Still, even if I wasn't chosen... I couldn't leave this to chance. Not after what I've seen.' She thought. 'No matter if that person's goals are noble, if he's going to hurt a lot of people while doing it, I'll never forgive myself I just walk away from that!'

Standing up, Ayaka gazed upon the battlefield once more. Reminding herself of the goal she set for herself that night. She was trying to find someone, but with just her and Lancer, she didn't exactly know where to start, especially in a foreign city such as this. Her first lead was the battle between the two factions which Lancer had sensed. But right now, she couldn't really get too close less they were detected.

'If me and Lancer are going to stop him, then I'll have to meet up with this Ruler-Class Servant. Whoever they are, I just hope he or she will hear us out.'


END


Author's Note:

And so ends the 7th Chapter. A belated Merry Christmas to everyone and early happy New Years! :D

Fight scenes have never been my strong suit, you guys should already know that by now. So yeah XP That's why this chapter took as long as it did along with my general laziness getting the better of me. And I hope you guys enjoyed this. To me, this chapter was somewhat okay. But again, fight centric chapter, not exactly my thing XP I've also been reading this thing up and down checking for mistakes. If you guys see some, please point them out so I can correct said mistakes.

The battles are meh in my taste, but I feel story is more important than long ass fight scenes that can last a chapter, and I'm talking about fights between two people only and not various individuals like what I did here. Some of said fights can go thirty thousand words long. I mean, what the hell!?

Granted, I'm working to improve on this aspect of mine. Anyway, that's it for this time. Now then...

Vlad stepping into the fray?! Jeanne and Arthur meet up with Gilgamesh?! And a new Master-Servant duo has appeared?! Look forward to the next chapter! :D