I'm not dead yet if you're asking! I've just been busy, my school reopened recently.

BTW, there are some edits for the past chapters. Be sure to read them.

No more procrastinating! No more bullshit! Now for your FIGHT SCENE! Read and enjoy it!

"You're…" the Caster glared. "RIDER!"

Mash placed herself between her Senpai and the rogue Servant, shield in front. "But I don't see her Master?"

"The world's gone mad…" Olga Marie stated as she readied her aim.

The woman merely raised one eyebrow. "What bullshit are you speaking of? I'm a Lancer."

She shrugged. "No matter. You're all my prey in my hunting ground; there's no reason to answer back." She walked towards a weird-looking rock and put an arm around it. "You're going to die anyway."

Ritsuka widened his eyes as, through the dim lighting, he made out limbs, a body, face…

'They're people turned to stone!' he thought, horrified as he surveyed the area. True enough, there are some statues of people around, faces frozen in varying states of fear. And only one person or monster in legend could do such a thing.

Medusa smiled as she caressed the face of the statue in her grasp, before-

*CR-ACK!*

The Chaldeans flinched as she snapped its neck, blood spurting like a fountain towards the group. Caster and Woz merely looked on undisturbed. The blood fell on the woman, covering her in crimson before fading away. Ritsuka quickly recomposed himself and glared.

"Fufufufufu~ What's with that look? It's not like you can save them or anything." She grinned sadistically as she licked away the remaining blood from her face. "Once they're caught within my Mystic Eyes, there's no escape."

"-There's no choice Senpai. We have to fight her!"

"Fight?"

"You can take her?" the heiress asked.

With an uneasy gulp, she took a step forward. "Yes!"

Caster glanced at the Demi-Servant. "...Is this your first time fighting? Your legs are shaking." True enough her body was slightly trembling, earning a heavily concerned stare from the Master.

But Lancer didn't give them much of a choice as she twirled the scythe in her hand, before taking a stance. "Get ready wanderers."

The Shielder gritted her teeth. She's still not mentally ready for this. What if she couldn't properly block her attacks? What if she-

The rogue Servant disappeared.

"?!"

"Your journey ends here."

-Only to reappear directly above her, already in mid-swing.

"!"

Kojirou closed the distance and slashed horizontally, but the Assassin of Fuyuki bent his body back unnaturally and dodged by a hair's breadth. He went for a downward slice but he kicked away the blade before jumping back while throwing dirks.

The samurai swiftly parried them away before running towards him again. He knew what the man was doing; to gauge his abilities. With every dirk deflected he gained insight on how he fights.

Although that's useless against him (thanks to his Skill, Knowledge of the Sowa) he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

He reappeared right beside the Assassin, and sparks flew as they blocked with their weapons. They were in a stalemate against strength, quite impressive for the seemingly skinnier man. Kojirou suddenly swung upwards, sending the dirk into the air.

"!"

That created an opening the Japanese Servant took advantage of by kicking him to a nearby dead tree.

*CRACK* The man coughed blood as he felt his spine and rib bones broke and pierced through his lungs.

As the Assassin groggily got up, Kojirou thrust his blade towards his head which the dark-skinned man dodged just in time. The nodachi stabbed deeply into the wood.

He pulled it out and slashed again but Assassin backflipped away before running deeper into the woods.

He narrowed his eyes as he gave chase.

The horrible screeching of metal against metal echoed throughout the park as both Servants struggled against each other.

'S-so strong!' Mash thought.

Lancer didn't let up as she pulled back and aggressively swung the oversized garden tool over and over on her shield. With each clash, the shock numbed her arms, but she held on.

"MASH!" Ritsuka reached out. The Animusphere heiress quickly pulled him back.

"What are you doing? Are you going to get yourself killed?!" she berated. "This is a Servant battle; you can't just rush in. You'll have to stay far away from them!"

"But-"

"NO BUTS! A Servant fights completely on another level. It's SUICIDE if you fought them!"

"Then what am I supposed to do?!" He gestured at the scene.

"HAAAAAH!" Mash yelled as she shield-bashed Lancer, sending her skidding a few paces. The woman grinned sadistically in response as she commanded the chains as an attempt to bind her.

She glared firmly in the eyes. "Command your Servants! Their existence is to be used as a weapon, they lived solely to serve their Masters! It's the Master's job to command them, to bring out their full potential!"

He looked at her, then back at his kouhai.

She dodged the Servant's chains just in time before they slammed at her previous spot. Her breath came in rapid bursts as she weaved and evaded her attacks.

"If you can't even do something as basic as that, then why bother being a Master? You're just going to KILL US ALL!"

He gritted his teeth in frustration. He hated that. He didn't want Mash or anyone getting hurt, and yet…

Flashback

"Um… Senpai…" she weakly reached out. "Can... you…?"

I held her hand in mine; it's the only thing I could do right then. She smiled faintly in response.

Flashback end

'...the Director's right. If I didn't do something we're all gonna die here!' He clenched his fists tightly.

Unbeknownst to everyone but Woz, his pocket glowed slightly. The prophet widened his eyes and grinned.

"...then tell me what do these do?" He held up the red tattoos on his hand.

Unknown Forest

It had become a game of cat and mouse, Kojirou constantly trying to close the distance, and Assassin jumping away from the tree to tree while throwing more dirks.

He noted that he had gotten further and further from his Master. At this rate, he can't get enough mana efficiently from him.

Before he could turn back, the Assassin suddenly closed the distance, forcing him to dodge lest he got his face slashed. Then he jumped back to avoid more of those annoying daggers.

Stab. Slash. Parry. Dash. Block. Slash. Retreat.

A dance of death repeating ad nauseam, neither of them gaining an advantage over the other.

'He's stalling for time, but why?' He ducked to avoid his opponent's mad slashes. 'This is getting us nowhere. I need to end this now!' he thought as he formed a plan in his mind.

Hassan of the Cursed Arm knew that he was no match for him.

He's more skilled in assassination and mid-range combat, while that samurai's skill lied in close combat. Therefore he had been keeping his distance and constantly gauged his abilities.

What was peculiar was that he couldn't get a grasp of it, no matter how many times he threw his daggers and him swinging his blade. A personal Skill perhaps?

'But it doesn't matter. I'll be stalling as much time for Lancer to finish off those wanderers. In the meantime, I'll tire him out before finishing him.'

Assassin jumped down again, but he didn't expect the samurai to meet him halfway in the air and instinctively raised his right arm to block.

*Splurt!*

The nodachi cut deeply into the bandaged limb, red rapidly staining the fabric.

The man tilted his face so that the mask looked like it was glaring at him. He forcefully swung his arm, sending both back to their former places. Kojirou landed on his feet and gave a smug smile, while he flicked away the blood on his blade.

Back on his tree, the Assassin of Fuyuki silently stared at the cut… before he took out one more dirk and slashed away the bandages.

*r-ri-RI-IIPP-!*

The sound of ripping flesh and fabric cut through the air as what was underneath forcefully burst out of its bindings.

His gaze sharpened as that thing fully squirmed out like an emerging earthworm. A grotesque mass of flesh that could barely be called an arm anymore; it looked more akin to a black armored leech with red veins all over it. It even writhed and pulsed like one. The wound visibly closed itself.

Both of them had an intense stare-off, neither of them backing down.

Kojirou broke the impasse by taking a deep breath and got into a stance, his nodachi parallel to the ground and inches close to his face.

"Hiken: "

He blinked. The Assassin jumped down again, arm closing in lightning fast.

"ZABANIYA!"

"TSUBAME GAESHI!"

The sword of Infinity met the Cursed Arm of Shaytan.

And for an instant, three swords existed.

The rogue Servant crouched down as she closed her eyes. Mash took the bait and rushed in.

"MASH GET BACK!"

"!" She dodged to her right just in time before Lancer reopened her eyes, sending a bright beam that nearly hit her face. The light hit a tree behind her, and it instantly shriveled and turned into stone.

"Tch."

She glanced at Ritsuka. "Senpai?"

"Mash, fight with all you can!" He held up his hand, the tattoos glowing red. "By my first Command Spell, bring VICTORY!"

She briefly gaped as one of them faded away, and instantly felt foreign power surged into her Saint Graph like a tidal wave. She shuddered and blinked a few times before firmly nodded. "Hai Master!"

"Don't think I've forgotten about you guys!" Lancer commanded the chains around her and they rapidly shot towards the group. He narrowed his eyes.

"MEDEA!"

The witch, who had been silently observing the fight, intercepted by firing magic missiles which disintegrated them on touch.

She swung her scythe instead, which lengthened itself with her chain towards the Master, but Mash blocked it again. With renewed strength, the Shielder rushed forward and threw her shield Captain America style.

Lancer was forced to dodge to the side, which was directly within Caster's line of sight. She fired several mana bolts from her staff and magic circles, all homing towards her target.

Lancer ran and dodged the projectiles, deflecting some away. She could feel the power behind the spells, it could disintegrate her if she got hit head-on. She got distracted that she didn't notice Mash right in front of her.

"Eat this!"

*BONK~!*

"URK-!"

Her head spun as the giant shield collided with her face. She dully felt blood dripping down her nose. She stumbled a bit, and the Demi-Servant emphasized the opening by kicking her right in the chin, sending her flying in the air.

"Why you-!" she growled as her hair came into life by turning into snakes that gripped Mash's extended ankle and, while still in mid-air, twisted herself and flung her towards the group.

"UUAAAAAAA?!"

*BOOM!*

The Shielder slammed into a park bench, reducing it into splinters and earning a concerned yell from Ritsuka.

Lancer landed crouching and breathing heavily. 'These… these prey… to think I got HUMILIATED LIKE THIS!' She angrily wiped away the blood before she noticed someone missing. 'Wait. Where's -'

"Ατλας."

She suddenly found herself unable to move. She can't even move her eyeballs. Invisible to everyone, a dome of magic surrounded the Servant, effectively immobilized her within.

Right above her was Medea with her cloak extended, revealing underneath an intrinsic pattern reminiscent to a moth's wings. Around her were magic circles humming with immense power.

"Vanish from the face of the planet."

The humming got louder as they were overcharged with magic from the Age of Gods.

"Master get behind me!" The Demi-Servant got up and placed herself in between the ensuing blast.

"MACHIA HECATIA GRAEA!"

They glowed intensely and finally, fired beams of pure destruction towards the ground. Lancer couldn't even scream as a Rain of Light came crashing down on her.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the body of Assassin slowly faded away.

'To think that I would use my technique like this...'

Flashback

As the sword of Infinity neared the Cursed Arm of Shaytan, time seemed to slow down as Kojirou swung again in another angle, before giving another swing, reality bent literally as three slashes were created in a single instant.

The first struck the appendage, not to slice it off, but to parry it to the side.

The second cut right through the torso, from the right waist to the left shoulder.

The last slashed his head in half, blood and brain matter spewing from the fatal wound.

Time resumed to normal, and the corpse halves of Assassin fell and slid to both of his sides.

...To him, a falling body is just another swallow.

Flashback end

As he resheathed his blade, he noticed the horizon lit up, before the deafening *BOOOOM!* caught up to him. The dead trees swayed and broke from the crushing wind that followed, turning the wood around him into splinters and ruffled his clothing. As he shielded his eyes from the bright light, he didn't notice the arm still pulsing with life.

Now that its master was gone, the arm of Shaytan was free to do as it pleased. With the curses running through its veins, it could last up to two more days before finally expiring. But first, he had to kill the person before it. It was embarrassing that his previous master could lose to a guy like him.

It crawled silently, right underneath the samurai's feet before-

He would've been blind if he didn't close his eyes just in time, but he still had to blink away the spots from the sheer brightness. Ritsuka made sure that it was truly over before he reopened his eyes. He surveyed the damage done to the area.

"Holy shit…" he exclaimed in wonder. It was like a series of nukes landed on the park, craters still smoking from the explosions. The buildings around were reduced to ash, and all flammable materials, organic or otherwise, were set aflame.

Right in the center was the charred body of Lancer, which rapidly faded away. Something shiny fell on the floor in her place. Caster then landed on her feet, her cloak reverting to normal. The group held their breath in anticipation, truly making sure the worst had passed before relaxing.

"Congratulations waga Maou. You have succeeded in your first Servant battle, just as the book foretold!" Woz applauded.

"...not bad," Caster simply said.

"Master, are you okay?" Before he could answer or praise his kouhai...

*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*

"Well, that was a pretty good display ain't it? Not bad for an amateur Master and Servant, especially the way ya use your Command Spells. Ya guys got the potential!"

The group tensed up again and turned towards the sound of clapping.

He wore a tattered blue robe with a wooly hood that was pulled down, revealing a handsome man with sapphire hair, red eyes, and roguish features. He also wore a black bodysuit, a piece of white cloth hung around his waist tied by a white belt, and a long blue skirt(?). He's also barefooted.

"Woah woah woah I mean you no harm," he put his hands up in surrender after seeing their aggressive stances.

The platinum-haired heiress raised an eyebrow, finger ready to cast a Gandr. "And why should we believe you?"

"Because it's better to side with you guys than with them, duh!" He scratched his head. "Not like the enemy of my enemies is my friend, but for now you can trust me."

Olga Marie and Medea just kept staring in distrust.

"...Senpai?"

"The more allies, the better. We can't afford to be picky." He reached out a hand. "Welcome aboard Caster-san."

"Eh, don't be so formal kid." He grinned as he shook it. "Besides, you already have a Caster with you, yeah? Just call me Cú Chulainn."

Mash blinked. "...as in the hero in the Ulster legends? THE Cú Chulainn?!"

"You're too trusting for your good, Fujimaru," the Director deadpanned, but she put her arm down.

Ritsuka noticed another figure jumping down from the buildings. He took a while to realize it was Kojirou. He had splinters of wood all over his clothes and hair, and there's blood all over him.

"KOJIROU! Are you okay?!"

"Ah, Master. It's fine, these blood aren't mine." He looked at their new ally. "But who is he?"

"...it's a long story."

"Speaking of which, ya got a nice ass, ya know that?" Mash blushed intensely at the (perverted) compliment. He would've slapped her behind if it wasn't for Medea whacking his with her staff. "WAAH?! HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"Another weirdo joins the group. A perverted one at that." Olga Marie sighed.

A/N: answering some reviewers:

Mefist Dragon: Hahahaha I didn't do a good job on that did I?

trollking01: ...yeah, I really should cut down on that.

The Knight Galahad:

1) Well in this fic, the less crucial members (like the kitchen staff, most workers, etc.) have been safely evacuated from the facilities. (5 minutes evac time remember?)

All that remains are the 20 something people who willingly (or unwillingly) stayed back to limit the damage done.

2) My little headcanon is that the Servants remember the most important memories during the Holy Grail War. When they were sent back to the Throne of Heroes, they could keep pieces of it with them. Also, the Throne exists beyond time and space, so it becomes possible to remember multiple timelines. In Kojirou's case, it's that he's being used by Medea before; In Medea's case, she remembers everything related to Kuzuki. So if she stayed back, she would go berserk when she saw True Assassin.

Also, something extra to compensate for the lost days:

Rider gazed in amazement at the glowing horizon. The firepower behind it was certainly mindblowing.

He shook his head and contemplated his situation. What was even more unbelievable was that he had been transported into a place in Japan he had never heard of. And he was a Servant Rider now, for some reason. When he woke up, the city had already been set ablaze. His memories before that point of time were hazy at best.

Then he met Caster, which they fought almost immediately. Although the fight was cut short when the Irishman realized that the other Servant wasn't corrupted, but by then half the city block was destroyed. Then they went their separate ways, to investigate the cause of this corrupted Holy Grail War.

So here he is now, on top of a ruined castle on the outskirts of the city, to eliminate a possible threat. It was easy to spot the towering form of Berserker, even from a distance.

He nodded to himself as he swiped his hand across his waist. Orange flames instantly formed before coalesced into a bulky device. It looked like a grinning tombstone with an "eyehole" in the middle, and an orange gripped handle protruding at the right side. This is the Ghost Driver.

He then took out an item from his pocket. It looked like a mechanical eyeball with a black "iris" and sides. This is his Eyecon, the representation of his soul. He pressed a hidden button at the side, and the "iris" shifted from black into a white "G" symbol.

He opened up the Driver and placed the said item into it and closed it back up.

[EYE~!]

The announcement made the Berserker whipped back towards his direction. He roared at the intruder. The scorching wind howled harder around the battlefield, making his wild hair swaying in the air.

[BATCHIRIMINA! BATCHIRIMINA!]

The kimono-clad Servant ignored his rage and pulled the lever, making the Driver closed its "eye". He put his hands forward, before bringing his arms up, and slowly bringing them back to his chest in a prayer pose. Then he uttered the magic word that defined his identity, before pushing the handle back, reopening the "eye".

"Henshin!"

[KAIGAN: ORE!]