It was a surreal thing, Shirou Emiya thought. He was in a small, barren land, empty of life, with various swords, spears, and arrows littering the ground. But just as Shirou was sure he was dead, a warmth filled his chest, and as he opened his eyes, he was looking at the wall of his school hallway. "What the hell?" he asked. Last thing he remembered, two men had been fighting, one in blue with a spear, one in red with duel swords. Just as he was sighted by the man in blue, instinct kicked in, and he ran as far as he could. he made it to the hallway he was in, but then the spear pierced his heart. Somehow, miraculously, he was alive. "I got to get out of here" he thought. As he proceded to run home through the streets of Fuyuki, he still had a strange feeling in his chest, a sort of warmth that gave him a sense of comfort, yet scared him. Then he realized something was off. He had run almost a mile, yet never slowed down, nor did he run out of breath that much. When he finally got home, he froze. "RUN!" It was not a voice, not even a thought, he rolled, picking up a roll of sheet metal poster sakura had shown him"Trace on." as green circuits sparked, the metal strengthened, and he raised it abov his head.
Smash! He was here. The same man with blue, skintight clothes and the spear that Shirou deflected was the same color as the blood red eyes. Silver earrings gleamed in the dull light. "Damn it kid. Do I really have to kill you twice?" He seemed exasperated. He thrust with his lance, and Shirou barely parried it. The sheer strength of his attack nearly broke Shirou's arm. Speed, strength, endurance, Shirou was hopelessly outclassed in every way possible. he ran, the man in blue not chasing him for some reason. He needed a weapon, something strong enough to beat the Lancer. As he ran to the shed, he picked up a pipe, trying to reinforce it. It shattered, a fragment grazing his hand. Shirou swore, as Lancer casually walked in, an extremely annoyed look on his face. "Sorry kid, but I'm just following orders" Though there was an odd sense of sincerity in his voice Shirou panicked and fell. Lancer raised his spear. "This is how it ends." Shirou thought. He would never become the Hero of Justice he tried so hard to become. he would die here, alone. All his beliefs were for nothing.
And then a miracle occured. A flash of crimson light shot from the ground, so bright Shirou had to shut his eyes. When he opened them, he was stunned. Shining, steel armor with red highlights, a gleaming helmet that hid the persons face, and a collosal great sword, a Knight stood there. Lancer growled, "so your the seventh." "Yep" the knight's voice was completely indistinguishable it was neither male or female, human or machine. The knight turned to Shirou. "So, you my master?" Lancer growled. "Don't ignore me!" Lancer flew, his spear aiming straight for Saber's hehead. Saber snarled, then slashed at the spear. The ground cracked with the force of the blow, Shirou was in complete awe. it was like a duel between two animals, Lancers attacka was quick, vicious, and precise, a wolf with a thirst for blood. saber struck with no hesitation, powerful, one handed cleaves, keeping the left hand free, not to show off, but to use as a weapon in it's own right, a tiger aiming to destroy it's prey. It was horrifying, yet utterly beautiful. two seasoned fighters in there element. every swing and thrust made the ground tremble and the air roar. "not bad!" lancer exclaimed. he was clearly elated. "your pretty good too!" saber responded with just as much enthusiasm. "you'd make a hell of a knight!" Lancer smirked, then scowled. abruptly he jumped back, holding his spear point down. The spear glew with a menacing red light. Saber stopped. "your using-?"
Lancer gave a roar. "GAE BOLG!" Saber glew with red lightning, dashing straight to Lancer. But a streak of light snuck up on Saber, and as Saber tried to repell the bolt, it swerved hiting Saber in the chest, inches from her heart. Saber growled in pain and anger, but Lancer vanished. "DANM YOU!" Saber scowled. As Saber looked at Shirou, he nearly felt scared. Then it happened. metal ground smoothly against metal, a flash of crimson light, the armor vanished. Shirou's eyes widened. it was a girl his age, woth green eyes, blond hair, an angular jawline. she ha an extremely athletic build, but was extremely short about five feet. "I'll ask again. are you my master?"