The Fuyuki Clocktower had one massive street leading to it. There were other roads that were also connected to the clocktower but it had one massive road that made it famous. A four by four road led from the docks to the famous clocktower which made it a very hot tourist spot.
And here it would lay witness to a very glorious fight.
Rider and Waver rode atop of Bucephalus as they traveled towards the Clocktower, towards Caster's army.
"Hey Rider look," Waver pointed out. There in front of them was a wall of cars that Caster's army had used to fortify their positions. Every other street connecting to the Clocktower had similar fortifications but the main street was by far the most defended. A death sentence to anyone trying to storm the Clocktower.
"Are you scared boy?" Rider asked as a patrolling Executioner finally noticed the servant and master as they sounded the alarm. The once placid defenses now on high alert as they scrambled to ready their forces.
"Yeah I am." Even just having a glimpse at the defenses he knew that they had a lot here. That this may be a battle that they would not walk out of alive. "Or to put it in another way, in your terms, my heart is dancing," He smiled.
Iskandar paused before grunting in approval. Now his master was someone that could now stand on his own. "Now you're getting it." He praised before looking back at the defenses. Every second more were joining the defense. His face steeled to prepare for the onslaught.
"Your making this sound like a funeral Rider," Waver joked. It helped alleviate the nervousness that was crushing him right now.
"I suppose I am... would you do the honors my master?"
"I suppose we've gotten their attention by now," The master brought up his hand. His three command seals were now flanked by an additional six. They needed to keep the Noble Phantasm up as long as possible so that the others could sneak into the Clocktower undetected.
Taking a deep breath, Waver begun. "By the order of this command seal I order you Rider, utilize your Noble Phantasm. Let the Army of The King march this planet once more!" He yelled as the six additional command seals glowed brightly before their energy transferred over to Rider.
"Then let's begin!" He roared as he raised his sword high into the air. "Come my brothers in arms! As long as our chest beat with the ambition for the far horizon, the campaign shall never end. Raise your cries of war! Ionioi Hetairoi! " A bright flash enveloped the pair as expanded outward and covered the whole city.
The light died down as Rider and his master now stood in front of a massive army. The inspiration of Iskandar was so great that each soldier within his army would break time and space just to share his dream once more. Even now the main big street could not hold everyone as they spilled into other streets, side by side ready to storm the Clocktower.
Martyr Logarius was at the forefront of the defense as the army materialized right before his eyes. One could tell that he was the leader of the Executioners. While he wore the typical garb, his height made it so that he dwarfed anyone else. Also, he wore a much more intricate Gold Ardeo with intricate engravings that were etched into the Ardeo. A gold crown was also melded to the top of the Ardeo, a sign of his martyrdom at Cainhurst castle. Seeing that they were the ones now outnumbered he turned to his forces. "On the double, tell that Blood Crow dastard to get his arse here now!"
"Shouldn't we charge now?" Asked Waver as the enemy numbers begun to multiply. Executioners made a defensive formation using their wheels as shields while some Powder Kegs were positioned behind them with their firearms peeking through the cracks between the shields, a phalanx formation.
"No, we must ensure that all of their focus is on us, otherwise the other team will run into problems. Just a bit more." Rider assured.
"Damm now that's an army," Mused the Bloody Crow as he stood with Logarius on the front lines. Even with his knights and the additional reinforcements it had not equalized the ratio of their forces with Iskandar's Noble Phantasm.
"We have quality over quantity," Logarius simply said as the rest of their forces were settling themselves in formation.
"Like your siege of Cainhurst Castle?" Back when the Executioners had assaulted their castle, their numbers outnumbered theirs's three to one. Even when the Executioners outnumbered them, they were able to ensure mutual destruction. Only a few survivors from both sides lived to tell the tale.
"Heh...it's strange that mortal enemies sworn to kill the other are now fighting side by side against a common enemy." Logarius commented.
"That's life for you, enemies one time; friends the next," Added Brador as he joined the two on the front lines. He whistled seeing the true numbers. "Still we don't have a chance in hell in holding this position from them."
"We always have that Noble Phantasm to use," Offered Gascoigne as he joined the trio.
"Ah bugger not that bell, why can't none of you use it. Why does it have to be me?" Brador whined.
"You are the only one with a valid connection to the Hunter's Nightmare and the rest of us have our factions." Noted Gascoigne. He was to the Church, Logarius to the Executioners, and the Bloody Crow had his knights.
"...fine just give me the damm bell already, can't even get to fight in this awesome battle," The beast-hide assassin mumbled under his breath as the Bloody Crow handed him a bell. The bell itself wasn't remarkable, the once red bell had been ravaged by countless hunts. However, the memories of the early bloody hunts were so strong that if once used by a hunter of old, the memories would resurface into the waking world.
He began ringing the bell, its haunting tune echoing across the streets of Fuyuki. "Phantoms of our forefather's sin. Dammed to an eternal hell, come forth into the waking world and serve your god!"
In front of the hunters' defenses, a dark shadow covered the road. Multiple hands, some holding weapons or firearms, emerged as the hunters of old were summoned. They were far different than Caster's summons. For one they lacked a will to think for themselves, no soul, they were just puppets of their former selves. Their shadowy bodies leaked of darkness as they groaned, red eyes hungrily gazing for their next prey.
The shadowy pits had extended upwards to the rooftops as beasts began to emerge from its depths. Hunters with beastly features and those that turned to beasts all together. They gazed down on the army, salivating at the army.
"With one move they've lessened the gap between our forces," Waver lightly bit his lip at what had just occurred. They had planned for Rider's Noble Phantasm to severely outnumber the forces of Caster but now the ratio had gone from a thousand to one to 200 to one, still outnumbering them but they made up for it in skill.
"Not to mention they have Amygdala for support," They looked up to see the massive Great One repositioning itself to look at the army. With a screech the Great One was about to fire a laser into the army, cause chaos within their ranks.
Only to stop so it could bring its arms to defend against a barrage of weapons from stabbing into them. "Who dares!" It called out to the unknown attacker that had striked it from the skies.
From the clouds Gilgamesh laughed as he sat on the throne of Vimana, Throne of The Heaven-soaring King. The gold and emerald ark nosedived as the servant released another barrage from his Gates at the multi-armed Great One. "Do I need permission to do as I please?"
"That's a suicide mission, Djura's emplacements are going to shred him," Commented Gascoigne expecting to see the sky be filled with explosions and gunfire. Yet as Archer made an attack run on the Clocktower only a few emplacements begun opening fire as the Vimana easily soared through the bombardment and begun making another pass. Now having its attention stolen, the Great One climbed higher up the tower so that he could try to shoot down the Vimana.
"They sabotaged Djura's emplacements," A loud explosion rang out on one of the rooftops as sounds of fighting could be heard as the Powder Kegs begun fighting with Berserker, who flanked the distracted hunters. A pair of Powder Kegs flew off the rooftops, courtesy of a blackened pole that Lancelot had transformed, before disappearing into mist.
"ATTACK!" Yelled Iskandar as he pointed sword forward as he begun to move forward at the Clocktower. The army behind him yelling in approval before joining the charge.
Looking around Logarius gave the only command he could in this situation. "Attack!" With a wave of his scythe he gave his command to meet the charging army.
With an ear-piercing roar the wraiths of the Old Hunters wildly charged into the vanguard of the Ionioi Hetaroi, the army of hunters marching right behind them so that the wraiths weakened the assault. With a mighty crash the two sides collided into each other. Steel clashing with each other as both sides dissolved into a mighty mess. Steel clashed with each other as the opposing sides fought to the bitter end. Bodies were sent flying as hunters launched their opponents up into the air with astounding strength while soldiers skewered or hacked hunters that met their unfortunate ends.
The beasts jumped down from their perches onto the clashing armies, not caring who got in their path as they made their bloodlust known.
Gascoigne joined the fray as he sent enemies flying with his axe while the Bloody Crow was carving his enemies up with the Chikage. Logarius was in a dance with Rider as they kited around each other, the other trying to get a lucky hit on each other.
Meanwhile Brador was hanging back from all the action. It wasn't as if he wanted to join the bloody fight, oh how he wished he could, but if died then the wraiths summoned by the Old Hunter's Bell would fade back into nothingness. However, it seems that luck was on his side as at the last second, he jumped over a thrown pillar that would've turned him into paste.
"It's good to see you old friend, here to finish our rematch?" He yelled as the mad servant jumped down from the rooftops with a vengeance to repay the assassin for what he had done to him. Now back stronger than ever before, the knight settled into a refined dueling stance; a far cry from the erratic style he had done before.
"Oi Caster what the hell man! You gave this dude a goddamm buff," Complained Brador as he pulled out his Bloodletter. "Well I'm not complaining, finally a challenge," He shoved the mace into his chest so that it could assume it's terrifying form. With a yell of bloodlust, the two had their rematch.
High above in the Fuyuki night sky, Gilgamesh seamlessly dodged a cosmic laser by Amygdala. The open skies had given him endless room to dodge the lasers that the Great One was firing at him. "How does it feel mongrel to know that you cannot touch my glory," He taunted as he dodged another laser. However, his amusement stopped when he narrowly dodged a sickle from lopping his head off, a simple move of his head had embedded the sickle right next to his head.
"So, you've come," A distance away, it seems that his opponent had arrived. On wings of decaying feathers, the fake Enkidu had come back.
"Are you so eager to experience the horror you felt from our last encounter, King of Heroes?" The Wet Nurse said amusedly before a bastard version of his Gates appeared behind to her, an array of purple portals. From the portal a barrage of sickles shot forward at the gold ark.
Gilgamesh clenched his hands in frustration, HIs reaction to their first encounter was not the best but after spending a long time in contemplation, he knew how to react to this Enkidu now. He remembered the polite and calm clay being, how they would sit peacefully by the Euphrates as the sun set over the horizon. This Enkidu was just a puppet, only using his body to taunt him and mock the memory of his beloved friend.
"Hmph you dare use my friend's body to try and mock me? You shall pay for you insolence with your death!" He roared as an array of Gates shot out swords to intercept the sickles, a loud explosion rippling through the air as their weapons collided.
"Very good King of Heroes, but conviction alone is not good enough. Show me the power behind them!" The Fake Enkidu sped up to match the speed of the Vimana.
"Then come faker, know how it feels to die by hand of a true king." It had been while since Gilgamesh had felt a rush like this. Drumming his fingers on the ark's throne, he configured Vimana's wings into a speed form. With a new burst of speed, to which the Fake Enkidu mimicked, the two begun their battle in the skies.
As the streets and skies of the Fuyuki City were bathed in chaos, the remaining servants and masters begun to sneak to the Clocktower, to enter the depths of the sewer and make it to the Fuyuki Sea. Unaware of the atrocities that slept within.
"Curse the fiends, their children too, and their children, forever true."
Chapter 15 is complete! It's starting to pick up with Rider, Berserker, and Archer, creating chaos while Saber, Lancer, Assassin, and the other masters descend into the sewers. More characters will be introduced and Noble Phantasms will be revealed. I think you will like the next chapters.
On another note, I want to talk about something else.
So, I did say that I would post my Dark Souls and Fate Fanfiction after this fanfiction but as days roll by it's getting harder to focus on this one fic. Not that I'm getting sick of it but just focusing on one fanfiction really wears you down. So, in short, I'll be posting my Dark Souls fanfiction 10-20 minutes after this is posted. Helps me not get tired by focusing on one story.
Welp that's all for now and as always...
May the Cosmos Shine in Your Favor This Day!