Saber was fiercely pissed off. First her master needed saving, then that blue bastard upped and vanished after his Noble Phantasm, now her master was staring at her like I was a goddess of death or something.She sighed internally, trying to play nice. "Well, are you my master or not?" the red haired boy shook his head and asked the dumbest question "Master?" And just like that, she was done with nice. she grabbed him by his shirt, and snapped "Are you retarded? Are. You. My. Master!" "I DON'T KNOW!" the red haired boy screamed." she grabbed Clarent, about to impale him. She paused, then smiled, letting him go. Another servant was close. "See you!" she dashed away, leaving crimson sparks in her wake.

Rin Tohsaka sensed it. "Archer, a servant." Archer nodded, in a flash, his dual swords were in his hands. Archer paused. Something was different. Crimson light sparked about a thousand feet away. A yell of challenge ripped through the air, and he had to roll out of the way. arto-. "Wait, who is this." in front of him stood an imposing figure, a silver broadsword in it's hands. "So, who wans to die?" the figures voice was indistinguishable. Presence concealment? Doubtful, this didn't look like an Assassin. Had he summoned a different servant? Oh well.

As Shirou ran, having only a very vague idea where Saber was going, he was beginning to realize something was off. he had always been in good shape, but he was barely tired. And that scared him. He had been stabbed, ran for half an hour, fought lancer for a few minutes, done some high level magecraft, and was currently running again, all in the span of an hour. he should be utterly exhausted on a physical and spiritual level, yet was almost completely fine. what was going on?

Archer grunted with effort as the silver Saber slashed, Bakuya and Kanshou almost shattering with the force of Saber's cleave. This was not the clear, pristine fighting of a Knight of the round, but a frenzied, almost berserker-esq approach, yet there was something similar. Saber's attacks we're aggressive but focused, seldom leaving an opening. It was like fighting an intelligent, yet wild animal

"Saber, stop!" Archer's face was impassive, but inwardly smirked, about to prep his bow. Then... "Archer Stop!" Archer could have disobeyed, but he thought about it for a second. something was clearly wrong with this timeline. this was clearly not Atroria. He decided to wait, see what developed.

Saber growled as the command sea forced her to obey. She trembled with bloodlust. If her master didn't let her move-"Emiya kun!?" "Tohsaka chan!?"

Oh, that made sense. they knew each other

As Shirou stared at Crystal blue eyes, Rin looked pissed, disappointed, and exasperated "just my luck." "we need to talk."

"Ok" Rin began. "let's start with the basics. Those marks on your hand are called command seals. They are proof your a Master, and your competing in an event called the 'Holy Grail War'. There are a total of seven Nasters, on for each class of Heroic Spirit: Archer, Saber, Lancer, Caster, Assassin, Berserker, and Rider. Each have there strengths and weaknesses. Any questions?"

"Several" Thought Shirou. Saber was standing in the corner, her armor still on, clearly on guard. Archer was on the rooftop, scoping enemies in case. Shirou took a deep breath. "Ok, question one; What is a heroic spirit? question two; why am I a Master?" Rin drank some tea, scowling slightly. "cheap" she muttered. "a Heroic Spirit is someone from history, whose deeds have been recorded in the throne of hero's. as to why your a Master? No idea." Shirou almost groaned. Almost. "Why do you refer to them as Classes? Why not call them by there name?" "Because that could reveal potential weaknesses." Rin stated like it was the most obvious thing on Earth. Then...

i thabk you all "Ugh! How did you pull saber of all people?" she shot up and started pacing. "Ugh!" Shirou had never seen Rin this frustrated. To be fair, he hadn't really paid attention to Rin in particular, or girls in general. He was much better with tools. Rin suddenly took a deep breath, and looked like she swallowed a lemon. "we're going to meet Kirei Kotomine. Archer heard. "Shit!"

Saber had no idea who this Kirei guy was, but she was bored. Soo bored. She glanced at where Archer stood, invisible to all. Mordred herself was completely visible, and liked the clothes Rin had brought her. A pair of denim hot pants, a red tank top, and some tennis shoes. A simple outfit, but a comfortable one. As they walked, a church came into view. It was pretty standard, nothing visibly special about it. Execpt the thin amount of prana surrounding the area, likely to ward of intruders

"You two stay here. going in that church will be seen as a declaration of war, and I don't want to deal with them any more then possible." Rin said authoritatively. Saber wanted to tell her off, but knowing her Master was around, and not wanting to get him in trouble, she did as was told, hoping some muscle bound giant would fight her or something.

"Hello Rin. What do you want at this time of night?" A man with dark grey hair and wearing a priest's suit, said with a deep, empty voice. It was an almost inhuman sound. "This boy wants out of the war." said Rin with obvious dislike of kirie. "Ah. And what is your name?" "Shirou Emiya" Shirou replied with forced politeness. There was something very off about this man that sent off several alarms

Kirei showed little emotion. it was a skill he had mastered as an Executioner. Shirou Emiya. "kiritsugu, you bastard." The priest smiled.

ok, so sorry for the very late update. first i had the flu, then i had to help someone move due to a devorce, and partly me being lazy. i sincerely appreciate all your support and patience.