Alright, here I come with the second installment of the combat between Servants. I hope you enjoy.
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Maxim7: If Uryū thinks of getting rid of the Magus Killer so as not to cause more trouble, then I will say no. The reason for this, I will save it for later.
As for whether Artoria blames Mordred more for the fall of Camelot. Well, I'm not entirely sure. Although, we see Artoria is blamed herself for adopting the philosophy of a perfect king who rules without the burden of emotions, for which he made a good part of his subjects (those who allied with Mordred to start her rebellion) they'll think of her as some kind of sociopath or something.
At no point in the series did she blame anyone but herself as even if Mordred had never carried out her rebellion, Camelot would have gone to hell anyway. Either way, the only thing Mordred did was speed up the process plus with a very bloody ending from which the country would never recover.
I couldn't tell if Artoria had any resentment over that.
Guest: So you ask me if Uryū would become Lancer's Master, huh? Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think that's going to happen. The truth is that I didn't like his fate so much and how he interpreted this misunderstanding, but I'm not going to change anything. I'm sorry.
Chapter 11: Roar
03/12/2020
"RAAAAAAAGH!"
Everyone shuddered at the ghost knight's devilish scream and set their gaze on him.
"A-and now what the hell is that?" Kon stuttered intimidated.
"That, my friend... is Berserker." Rider replied as he watched the newcomer.
"Berserker!?" Ichigo, Kon and Waver repeated at the same time.
Ichigo remembered a bit about this type of Servant from Urahara's mouth, being a force to be reckoned with and very dangerous. When it comes to fighting, they are very fierce and unpredictable warriors, thirsty for blood, tireless during battle, and often use suicidal fighting tactics that put their lives in danger in order to defeat the enemy. According to the last thing Urahara told him, that if there was someone to compare this type of Servant to, he would definitely choose Kenpachi Zaraki.
Meanwhile, Uryū, Orihime and Kisuke saw the coming of the new Servant as a bad omen since they knew who he was.
"So that's Berserker." Uryū said to no one in particular while looking at the dark figure below. It was without a doubt the blackest and darkest thing he had ever seen, but what caught his attention the most was his reiatsu/mana as it felt like...
"His presence is almost equal to that of an Arrancar." Orihime finished her thoughts for him. She was also feeling a bit intimidated by the dark presence of the ghost knight. She had not felt so much dark energy since that battle on the Las Noches dome.
Ishida nodded in agreement with that confirmation. At the moment he did not know how high his power was, but his essence reminded him quite a lot of that of an Arrancar. He didn't know what he could compare it to, but something told him that he vaguely resembled Ichigo's under that terrifying hollowed form when he fought Ulquiorra.
"Hey, Rider, are you going to ask him if he wants him to join you?" Lancer joked mockingly to find out if the King of Conquerors had such a bad head to try to convince that brainless madman to join him.
His answer was not long in coming.
"I don't know... he doesn't seem very interested in it, does he?" Rider commented before turning to Waver. "Boy... how powerful is he?"
Waver immediately shakes his head, his face tense. "I don't know... I can't see anything!"
"What? Are you not a Master?" Rider asked incredulously before leaning towards the boy. "You can see the strengths and weaknesses of Servants, right?"
Despite Rider's retorts, Waver sees the situation as difficult. Before his eyes, he could barely see-through Berserker's dark aura his black armor but nothing beyond that as if it were an inanimate object.
"I can see it. That black thing is definitely a Servant. But I can't read its status or anything else about it!"
Rider nodded disappointed upon hearing that and began to continue observing the dark knight. Ichigo also stared at him waiting for him to make a move and wondered who would attack first.
Mordred, on the other hand, she was undecided. She wanted to keep fighting 'father' but she also didn't want to risk that presumptuous golden or that dark madman attacking her defenseless Master. She could no longer trust that jerk Rider to take care of him for her.
This situation was really irritating her.
It was at a time when Archer turned his gaze on the newcomer and realized that the latter was watching him silently without saying anything or making a grunt. The golden king saw this slightly annoyed as if this mad pooch was looking at him so lightly as if he had nothing else to do.
"Who has given you permission to look at me, you mad dog?" Archer asked with narrowed eyes in irritation. Determined to show that scum where his place was, and he changed the trajectory of his portals and pointed his weapons at the dark knight.
Berserker seemed unfazed by what was happening and what was going to happen next.
"May your death give me some fun, mongrel." He declared as the 4 weapons shot out of the portals of light like lightning and traveled at a speed unpredictable to the human eye.
*BOOOM*
Several explosions sounded when the 4 weapons managed to hit the target fully, who was still standing. A cloud of dust rose from those explosions, covering the scene.
Everyone was shocked by the speed and precision of Archer's attacks, and Ichigo could not tell if Ishida could match that.
Archer smiled looking at the cloud of dust rising a bit higher thinking he had eliminated another scum like Assassin. However, his assumptions turned out to be wrong when his eyes widened in surprise and his smile was instantly wiped from his face by what he saw.
Through the cloud of dust, a dark figure emerged from it like a demon swooping into the air towards the golden king with 2 swords that turned out to be Archer's weapons now taken by Berserker. Despite being caught off guard, Archer managed to dodge the impending attack with a leap, as the dark knight swung one of the blades diagonally, only managing to skim nothing.
The golden king managed to land safety on the ground and started in puzzlement at the possessed knight who had also landed in front of him a few meters away. The first gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Good Lord, is that truly Berserker?" Lancer asked in amazement and disbelief.
"For a madman completely devoid of a soul of conscience, he rather nimble." Rider mused.
"What do you mean?" Waver asked looking at Rider.
"What? Haven't you noticed?" He asked scratching his chin. "That black thing managed to catch the first sword that was coming at him, and he used it to deflect the second spear that was approaching him, and then he took the other sword."
When one was talking about the berserkers, one could imagine totally crazed ancient warriors who were on the front lines of battle hungry for blood and regardless of the life-threatening consequences like being stabled by a sword or being hit by a barrage of arrows.
The berserkers fought either with weapons or without weapons using brute force as if they were wild animals devoid of logic and strategy since they did not care to die or survive on the battlefield. Those faculties made their reputation as fierce warriors to be reckoned very famous and were also highly feared throughout Europe during the Middle Ages at time of the Viking raids.
Uryū had undoubtedly learned well from them during history classes, but this Berserker seemed to be a slightly different story. Leaving aside the fact that he was a superhuman being with incredible abilities, Berserker's nature was typical of an uncontrolled madman who would not know how to formulate a plan or a strategy, but what he had just witnessed had completely surprised him.
The anger and indignation had completely overcome the disbelief of the golden king as his body began to shake with rage, and his narrow eyes were fixed on the dog that dared to put him in this situation.
"First you dare put your dirty hands in my treasures and then you make me step on the same ground as you!?" The enraged golden king roared before causing more than 16 luminous portals to appear behind. "Let's see just how long your parlor tricks... can keep you alive!"
Of the contrary, Berserker does not look at all disturbed and gives a nod in defiance. Without waiting for a signal, Archer unleashed his barrage of swords and spears towards his target.
For any Servant who found himself in a situation similar to Berserker's they would not have had the slightest chance of surviving such an encounter, but the latter managed to avoid the shots with quick and precise movements, dodging and avoiding almost completely, and pushing them away with the weapons at hand, deflecting them to the side with surprising, totally superhuman speed.
Everyone was perplexed by this amazing display of unparallel evasion that normal human had a hard time keeping up. For those who had superhuman experiences either in Soul Society or the Hueco Mundo, they were also surprised by this. Even if Ichigo thought about how Kenpachi would manage to survive this, he had no idea.
Despite being under pressure dodging and at the same time deflecting the countless projectiles that were rushing towards him without pause, the dark knight did not look at all exhausted and did not show any signs of wanting to give in, although he also knew that he could not continue like this for much longer. Apart from avoiding the attacks of his enemy, he also tried to find an opening to reach him and finish this with a single blow, but the golden king also did not be willing to give in and the number of attacks was not decreasing.
However, that did not persuade him, and he continued his implacable march tirelessly, until he found a free space and decided to take advantage of it. It was then that he took a great leap into the air, surprising the golden king.
"Tch...!" Archer growled seeing that he was balancing on him. immediately, he deflected their portals upward and continued fringe his barrage of spears and swords into the air where Berserker was descending.
The black knight managed to force his way through the avalanche of sharp weapons, divertings its from a side to side and continued to fall toward his target. Seeing the impending fall, Archer fell back, deactivating the portals, and Berserker fell to the ground without issue.
Archer grunted in frustration at this. He could not believe that they would force him to move twice in the same night. And to add to his frustration, the possessed knight was still far from finished and lunged straight for him.
Archer growled again as he summoned 2 portals and 2 swords emerged, and this time he held them handy.
"Aaaaah!"
"RAAAAAGH!"
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
The sounds of metal colliding with metal echoed loudly around him, and the two combatants seemed even. The golden king seemed to be an experienced fighter and Berserker as well, but the latter also used brute force and was sometimes unpredictable. But still Archer managed him to be even.
"Damn dog, you won't be able to make fun of me." Archer growled as he looked at his annoying opponent. Because of the dark helmet that covered his head, he could not see his face and the expression he wore, but he did not care.
He will erase him from the map.
With a strong push of his arms, Archer pushed Berserker back before lunged back toward this last.
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
Thus, both continued with their dance of clash of swords causing sparks that almost illuminated the darkness of the port. The spectators watched this spectacle in amazement.
Rider himself reflected on this fact as well. Even for someone specializing in long-range combat, he had to admit that Goldie was also quite good at hand-to-hand combat as a Saber, more or less. There was no doubt that he was a good warrior.
Meanwhile, the blue Saber and her supposed 'Master', an albino woman being Irisviel von Einzbern, observed the combat from a distance and also made a note of how strong the newcomers were.
"Saber!" The albino woman cried out worriedly towards her Saber. The latter still stood firm despite the situation, watching the terrible spectacle. She knew that this war would not be easy at all as she thought.
In her first confrontation she had faced a quite skilled Lancer with the spear who gave her quite a bit of battle for half an hour and his cursed spear proved to be a problem for her when she could no longer receive backing from the albino and worse when she could no longer unleash her Noble Phantasm, although that did not mean that her defeat was assured.
It was then that Rider appeared out of nowhere, breaking into their combat and the biggest surprise of all was her reunion with a person whom she had not expected to see from the final moments of her life on that bloody hill. Aside from her reunion and her new confrontation, she was also a bit confused about how she had been summoned being of the same class as her. But that was not possible. There could not be 2 Servants of the same class in a single war.
Later, Archer and Berserker appeared respectively who proved to be potential threats other than Mordred, and she knew that it was going to be difficult to deal with them. Theoretically she could still fight an enemy like Lancer and Mordred, but she could not say the same with Archer or Berserker.
The fight against Lancer that had lasted 30 minutes before Rider's interruption and his crazy offer had left her a little exhausted and numb from the cursed spear, but she could still fight for a while. But she could not risk too much now either.
With that, she half looked at her Master.
"Irisviel, we have to-
She was unable to finish the sentence when she noticed someone approaching with hostile intentions and quickly turned forward to see an enemy charging towards her with her sword.
*CLANG*
The blue Saber managed to raise her invisible sword in time to defend herself from the imminent attack of the great silver-crimson sword wielded by her red doppelgänger that hit her right.
"Where do you think you were going, father?" The red Saber asked with a big, unhinged smile on her face. "Were you trying to run away from me like a coward? That wouldn't be very typical of you." Her blue counterpart gritted her teeth in frustration. She still had to deal with her 'son'.
And so, begins the second round between the 2 Sabers.
*CLANG* *CLANG* *SLASH*
The clash of steel continued to echo through the surroundings as Archer and Berserker continued their deadly dance exchanging blows with each other to no avail. However, despite the stalemate, everyone who witnessed this event had one thing in mind.
Whoever the gold clothed Servant was, he was very good. For someone who belonged to the Archer class to be able to keep up with a class known to be a complete powerhouse in close combat, it just means that the golden hero that was summoned was someone of great skill, a formidable warrior king.
Berserker also kept up with the golden king quite well, even giving the latter some difficulties.
*CLANG* * SLASH * *CLANG*
By pairing Berserker's 2 attacks with their own, the 2 of them got stuck staring at each other. Archer frowned at that only came up with one way out of it.
*BAM*
He impulse his head forward and hit his forehead with his opponent's helmet. The blow was so strong it made the black knight stumble back a bit, but it did not end there.
*BAM*
Another blow came to him as the golden king lifted one foot while the other left him as sole support on the ground, and then he delivered a strong karate kick to the chest that sent the black knight flying away and crashing him onto one of the shipments leaving a large dent in it and the knight was almost unconscious.
Everyone was surprised by this.
"Wow, it looks like that Goldie has quite a bit of strength there." Rider commented impressed scratching his chin.
They all nodded in agreement.
After a few moments, Berserker managed to rise from the shattered container and growled like an enraged animal as he looked at Archer.
"You are nothing but a damn mad dog." Archer grunted in response.
Wasting no time, the black knight walked to another lamppost and dug his hands into the post buried in the ground. They all watched curiously, wondering what he was up to, although some had a slight idea of what he was going to do.
True to their prediction, Berserker pulled his hands off the ground with the back of the pole ripped off the ground with incredible superhuman strength like Hercules (or to Ichigo; Chad). Everyone was shocked by this first's display of strength.
Without wasting a minute, Berserker swung the pole like an improvised weapon towards his main target to crush him like a fly swatter.
*SMASH*
The great force of the impact on the ground was so dull that it made the earth tremble slightly. Luckily, the golden king avoided the attack before jumping and landed on top of one of the containers.
"Damn mongrel! As if you can beat me with that!" Archer yelled angrily at Berserker.
The latter did not mind hearing more nonsense coming from the golden king, and so he resumed his attack by throwing his makeshift weapon at Archer. The latter dodged again.
*CLANG* *SLASH* *CLANG*
At the same time, the 2 Sabers continued their own sword clash at ridiculous speeds and the 2 seemed to be even with each other. Although the blue was exhausted from her previous fight with Lancer, she managed to keep up normally and there were no signs of she giving up. Normally, Artoria was a better and more skilled swordswoman than her opponent, but that latter was only able to keep up with her through the use of sheer strength and determination.
*CLANG*
The blue Saber countered another blow from her enemy, the latter attacking her endlessly. Such ferocity, she would not have been surprised if she had been summoned as Berserker, though she doubted too much that she would be the same as the black knight who was currently fighting Archer. Still, she fit into his battle style quite easily.
Blocking another attack, both Sabers looked directly at each other again.
*CLANG*
Both swords collided with each other, and their respective wielders looked at each other once more.
"What's wrong with you, Arthur? Am I proving to be a great challenge to you?" The red Saber asked mockingly under her helmet.
Instead of answering, the blue Saber just looked defiantly at her opponent, as she did not want to lose focus and give her an advantage, so she kept a focused gaze despite the pressure she was putting on her.
Gathering the reserves of strength, she had left, the blue Saber managed to separate her weapon from that of her 'son' with a push and then took advantage of that opening to throw her sword.
*SLASH*
"Gah!"
Red Saber growled again as the invisible sword slashed her right sleeve. She stepped back a bit and then took a little bit of assessment. Checking the wound, she saw that a little blood was gushing out, and although it was not as serious as that of the chest, it did not leave the fact that she had been injured twice in this fight. Looking forward, she saw father with a calm expression on her face and without any injuries.
She was irritated. She had just suffered 2 injuries and even though they weren't serious at all, she was not able to return them in response as if nothing. She saw how father who despite not having received any cut, was panting trying to catch her breath. However, she still maintained that look so full of firmness and determination that it marked in her eyes as a vivid image of the concentration and strength in which she represented.
The image of the perfect king.
The image that her knights, her subjects, and herself always saw and admired when she first saw her. In all situations be it in combat and in meetings with her comrades of the Round Table, she always wore that calm and commanding expression on her face.
Even if her face looked exhausted and tense, she still had those eyes that so attracted Mordred's attention. That damn look she had in the eyes when she announced her true lineage... the same look she gave her during their last encounter in Camlann, and lastly the same look she gave her in their last moments when she killed her.
Cold and distant... it was similar to a disdainful look. This is what she felt every time she looked at her back then and even now. She clenched her teeth in anger, as this was a reminder of why she hated father as much as anyone in the world.
Tightening her iron grip on Clarent's hilt, the Knight of Rebellion unleashed all her anger charging towards her like a bull.
"AAAAAHH!"
*CLANG*
She brought her sword down on father's invisible one. Red sparks began to emanate from the former's sword as she looked directly at her.
"Don't think you have defeat me just because you managed to hurt me twice!" The Knight of Rebellion screamed as he looked at the King of Knights with disdain. The blue Saber gritted her teeth trying not to give in to the pressure, and as before, she managed to push her opponent out, but the latter did not let herself be dragged like the other times and stopped a few steps away and raised her sword.
*SLASH*
"Guh…!"
The blue Saber had stepped back to avoid most of the lunge but could not keep the edge of the point from cutting over her left shoulder. It was not very deep, but it left her a bit benumb.
"Saber!" Irisviel yelled worried.
Mordred smiled almost victorious. She had managed to make the King of Knights bleed for the second time, and although the wound she had just given her was not that bad in comparison to Camlann, it was a bit satisfying since not many had managed to wound her even that way.
"Saber, are you okay?" The albino woman ran worriedly towards the blue Saber, but the latter raised an arm in a straight way.
"Stay away, Irisviel!" She yelled making the still worried woman stop. "Back off." She screamed as she turned her head to look at her.
The red Saber looked for a moment at the woman behind of father, and immediately realized that it could be her Master. It was then that she drew a strange smile inside the helmet.
"Hey, Arthur, by chance she is your Master?" She asked pointing to Irisviel.
Hearing that, the blue Saber immediately turned to her son with her guard up, while Irisviel also looked at her.
"Even from this distance she looks very beautiful. I don't think there are women as beautiful as in our time in Camelot." The red Saber commented while still looking at the albino. Said albino blushed slightly upon hearing that although she also felt a bit confused. "Hey woman, I'm sure you must consider yourself the luckiest woman in the world to be able to command someone of renown like the legendary King of Knights, isn't it?"
Said woman only gave a confused look at the other Saber without understanding what she was saying.
"Come on, don't look at me like that. Anyone would give anything to be by father side, and not many could be that lucky to be her Master."
"Y-your father? What do you mean? Who are you exactly?" Irisviel asked the masked knight confusedly, wanting to know what her relationship was with her Saber.
"Iris-
The sound of metal interrupted her causing her to look at her opponent to see how the horned helmet contracted and fused with the rest of the armor, thus revealing the user's face. When the last piece of the helmet was gone and her entire face was exposed, the albino's crimson eyes widened in surprise and shock.
Emerald eyes.
Golden blonde hair.
Even from this distance, she was able to assess the face of the silver-armored knight and without hesitation, compared it to Saber's. They both looked incredible identical as if they were twins, except that the latter looked informal due to her wild looking hairstyle as well as the expression on her face and the cheeky smile that she put on from the woman's reaction. All in contrast to Saber.
After a moment of silence, she spoke.
"My name is Mordred, the only legitimate successor to King Arthur Pendragon, and in this war, I am under the Saber class." Mordred introduced himself with pride in her voice.
Too much say that Artoria and Irisviel were taken by surprise by this was an understatement. Irisviel had already heard about the Arthurian legends, and one of the most famous was the infamous Mordred who was the bastard son of King Arthur, and who ended up murdering him in Camlann, thus ending his legend.
"Di-did you say Mordred?" Irisviel asked puzzled. "Do you mean that you are the son of Artoria, the one who killed her in Camlann?"
She nodded still wearing a smile on her face.
"But wait!" Artoria suddenly exclaimed. "Are you really saying that you were classified as a Saber?"
As for Artoria, she was only puzzled to hear the next thing she said when she mentioned how she was classified. From the beginning, she had already suspected that her son looked like a Saber from the way she used the sword and wielded it, although later she undid that thought when she thought it might be a Berserker. But again, she undid it when she saw the real Berserker appeared on the scene, and then she returned to the previous thought that it could be a Saber, and this was already confirmed.
However, there was one thing that was wrong...
"That cannot be!" Artoria protested still puzzled looking at Mordred. "There cannot be two Sabers in a same war."
El red knight only gave a delighted smile when she saw father stunned expression, something she never had a chance to seen in life, and she was enjoying it right now.
"Well, and what do you want me to tell you? I don't know what's going on either, but now I don't care." She said the last sentence with a wild smile. "Now what do I know that you are also here as an opponent, we are finally going to settle accounts where we left off before, what do you think?"
The blue Saber stood guard, waiting for her doppelgänger to restart the attack. However, it never came when the latter added something else.
"By the way..." She said as she looked at the albino. "Going back to before, tell me how you feel being father's Master."
"What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about? Well, it's very obvious." She replied while putting her left hand on her hip. "As I told you, no one has the opportunity to partner with the legendary King of Knights, much less a commoner like you, so you should feel very honored to be her Master and command her." Her lips widened into a mischievous smile. "And who knows, maybe you can even take advantage with her to do whatever you want like have her in bed, hold her and make her all yours..."
To say that this was getting quite awkward like the Knight of Treachery spat so blatantly was becoming very visible among the other girls. Just when Artoria was about to retort, Mordred suddenly spoke again.
"But I warn you that you are making a serious mistake..." She said with a strange smile, catching the attention of the 2. "Maybe you would consider yourself as the luckiest woman, but you would be wrong to believe that, if you knew her true face."
Seeing how the 2 seemed to be listening carefully, she continued.
"The King of Knights who you so idolater does not like women. But still married a pretty beautiful woman like you, but she never loved her, since she only used her for her benefit and therefore her life was a disgrace to serve a king who did not understand her feelings and it was not conceived with children to love, and later was executed. Therefore, I warn you to think twice when approaching her, if you do not want to finish like her..."
"Enough!" Artoria bellowed out with her own anger towards her bastard son. "Don't say any more words..."
However, Mordred seemed a long way from being persuaded, and seemed to be amusing herself with father irritation and wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. With that, she draws a crooked smile on her face.
"What the matter?" Taunted Mordred feigning ignorance. "Isn't your Master another tool for you?" Her smile broadened, looking unhinged. "Isn't your Master another replacement to Guinevere?"
That last line caused the firm composure that represented the King of Knights to finally break and lost her temper when she pounced towards the other knight.
*CLANG*
The red Saber managed to stop father's onslaught with Clarent, but the impact was such that she almost forced the former to lose her balance and take a few steps back but managed to hold her ground. Having recovered from her astonishment at her opponent's unexpected outburst, Mordred took in the King of Knights expression, and was almost again surprised to see that part of her calm and focused appearance had disappeared to be replaced by anger and rage.
This was something totally new to Mordred as she had never seen the unflappable King of Knights like this. However, she immediately put aside her amazement and drew a big, victorious smile on her face.
At last.
Finally, after so many attempts to impress, intimidate, anger her, or something else, she had managed to make the King of Knights lose her composure by falling into her game and adopt an expression that she did not expect to see on that face so devoid of emotions at the same time that she was used to seeing and even in her last moments of life.
Seeing her that way comforted her somehow. It's like she's finally seeing her as a challenge.
"Why do you make that face? I've never seen you like this." She asked mockingly. "Are you pissed off about Guinevere? I didn't expect you to react like this for a poor woman whose life you destroyed."
Artoria did not reply as she reflected on everything the armored knight had said about her queen. Although the last thing she said may have been true, it was not her intention to destroy the life of her companion of the throne. She knew that what her bastard son ranted was only to provoke her and she succeeded. Now she will make sure that traitor will face the consequences.
With that in mind, the blue Saber took the lead and performed a rush of sword attacks that forced her red counterpart back as she followed. Taken by surprise, Mordred pulled away to snap out of her frenzy of attacks and she fixed on her opponent who had stopped short with her head down, and no longer seemed to emanate any more anger as before.
Irisviel seemed to be concerned about the state of her Saber and could only watch from a distance unable to do anything.
It was only a moment of silence that Artoria spoke.
"You better not speak in the middle of a battle..." She said as she raised her head and looked at her doppelgänger with an indecipherable expression and anger still emanating in her eyes. "Because if you are going to die, I suggest you do not no imprudence."
Far from being intimidated by father's cold threat, Mordred only smiled ghoulishly even sporting a blood cut on her cheek (from one of Artoria's last attacks). She had shown that it was definitely a challenge for her even in terms of wordiness.
"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake again." She responded as the helmet was rebuilt through the armor until it covered the head again. "Prepare yourself!"
And so, both Sabers resumed their fight.
Here ends the second part of the battle. I decided to expand the fight between Archer and Berserker further to give Mordred time to continue fighting her father.
Oh, I almost forgot. Earlier in the previous chapter I forgot to set the Mordred parameters now that I have discovered a new source of power. Here you have it.
Ichigo's Servant Parameters
Class: Saber.
Identity: Mordred.
Master: Ichigo Kurosaki.
Sex: Female.
Title: Knight of Rebellion.
Heigh: 1.61 cm / 41 kg.
Feeding: Chaotic Neutral.
Statistics
Strenght: B+
Resistance: B.
Agility: B.
Mana: B+ (due to supply of reiatsu combined)
Luck: E.
First Noble Phantasm: ¿?.
Second Noble Phantasm: ¿?.