Back in the battlefield known as Fuyuki City, the last embers of conflict were being snuffed out. With the fall of Matyr Logarius, Amygdala, and Mergo's Wet Nurse the army that Caster had built around the Clocktower was beginning to crumble under the might of Rider's Noble Phantasm.
It was only a matter of time until the city was once again under the control of the magi and servants of the Fourth Holy Grail War.
"Dammit die already!" Off in one of the many alleys that populated the city outskirts, a lone Powder Keg hunter fired off a round of his pistol at his adversary. The quicksilver bullet flew through the crummy alleyway hoping to kill its intended target.
For a servant, such a weapon could never harm them as Lancelot batted the bullet with Arondight. The divine construct cleanly slicing the bullet in two.
Quickly closing the distance, the servant quickly held onto his weapon with both hands as he charged the lone hunter. The hunter screamed as what seemed to be the very embodiment of death was coming straight at him, Berserker's black armor being accentuated by the alley's dark lighting, his red visor being the brightest source of light.
The poor hunter could do nothing as Lancelot speed as a servant narrowed the distance between them in a flash. Red was all he saw as he got gutted by the servant's blade. A second later the newly made corpse disappeared in a cloud of mist.
"That should be the last of the forces in this area." The Knight of the Round wiped the blood off of his blade, waiting for his master to finish up his task.
A tired, but very much alive, Kariya stumbled into the alley. He was panting but was smiling as he met up with his servant.
"You finished over here Berserker?"
"Yes, I am master." Lancelot responded as he would if he was still a knight under the service of his- "No" He thought, He had no right to call himself a knight under the service of his king anymore; he had lost that right ever since his betrayal.
Expelling such ominous thoughts from his head, he focused on his master's wellbeing. "And what of you master? Did they give you any trouble?"
Kariya smiled triumphantly in response before bringing up his right arm, making the magical circuits within them glow bright blue. "Nope ever since I got these new circuits spells are so easy to chant now. I bet that I could beat Tokiomi now!" Now that he had circuits of his own, he would wipe the floor with Tohsaka bastard!
The pair walked out of the alley and back onto the main street so they could regroup with Rider to plan out their next move.
"Are you sure such you should hold such feelings against him?" Questioned Lancelot. "After all we must all work together to fight Caster."
At the mention of the servant that they were facing, Kariya's happy mood dropped. He had forgotten the whole reason that they were fighting in the first place. Using his new magical circuits was a new high for him, finally able to wield magecraft in so long was addicting and now that the high ran off he had to confront reality.
And that reality involved facing a being that would be the closest thing that he would consider to be a god.
He remembered the raw power that the enemy servant held from the last time they met. The sheer power that he hid behind his eyes, threatening to swallow him whole if not for the servant's seemingly high amount of mercy.
"Honestly Berserker, do you think we can win?" He whispered as he looked at his servant with hope. Hope that there was going to be some way that they were going to live and see the light of tomorrow.
His mind flashed back to Aoi, how a miracle had seemingly happened to them. He had been ready to sacrifice himself for her, and now that his feelings were being refuted, he was now scared to lose it all.
"I don't know really," The servant confessed. He could lie in some form of reassurance but he did not want to feed his master false hope. No he needed to know what they were fighting and the stakes that were involved.
"Caster is a threat that I cannot even fathom how we are going to face off against. The Saxons, Mordred's rebellion, they were tame in comparison to him." Even with his king on their side, alongside other powerful servants, he doubted that they would win. "But I believe we should focus on the now, not on what the future should hold for if we focus on them then we shall never overcome the current adversities." He wisely spoke.
It seemed his words had the effect he wished for as his master dropped his brooding in favor of looking at him in shock. Like if he just revealed to him the secrets of the world.
"What's wrong master?"
"...Just reminding myself that you're not the same Berserker that I summoned back in the beginning days of this Holy Grail War." The once scarred master sheepishly admitted.
"Yes...those good old days." Remembering how he would only groan or shriek as a way of communication was rather embarrassing and he would love nothing more than to erase that memory forever.
"Still wouldn't expect to hear such wise words from you of all people."
"I wish those came from me but those words came from my king one day when our war with the Saxons was rearing its ugly face as our kingdom experienced the toll of it." Those days back when he was serving as a knight were not pleasant. Everyday he could see the farmers' crops slowly dwindling as they lost more and more of their farmland to the advancing Saxon horde. It was a miracle that they somehow survived winter with such low provisions.
"Yeah your king." Kariya looked away from his servant and towards the sea, where the other servants were. "...Are you ready to meet her?" He knew full well who his king was and it was only a matter of time that the two would meet.
Lancelot also turned his gaze towards the sea as he pondered on it. Was he truly ready to face her? If was he still in his frenzied state then the answer would've been yes. He would've given her no choice but to kill him, so that he could finally rest in death's sweet embrace.
But as of now, fully able to think logically, he had no idea. The thumping in his chest at the thought of seeing her face hurt. He didn't know if she would cast retribution on him when they would meet.
Or would she cast her gaze from him once more, ignoring the natural course of judgement in favor of standing before him in her righteousness, just like she had done in Camelot all that long ago.
"I do not know," He admitted truthfully. The sound of horse hooves trampling down on the cement road meant that this conversation was ending. "But I suppose that I shall know soon enough." He ended just as a certain boisterous conqueror turned their street.
"Oh, it seems that the gods smile in our favor!" Iskandar joyfully proclaimed as he made his way closer to the pair. The King of Conquerors looked like he had been on the frontline with his armor being damaged in various areas. Still that did not deter him as made his horse stop before them.
"It seems that both you and your master survived, thank the gods for that." Lancelot greeted back.
"Oh, the mad servant finally speaks?" Iskandar raised an eyebrow at the sudden development but quickly shook it off as he grinned from ear to ear. "It seems that this night keeps getting more interesting."
"Yes, I suppose it does." Agreed the Knight of Madness. "Allow me to formally apologize for the actions that I committed at the dock," Berserker bowed in front of Rider. "I was...not under the right mind back then."
Iskandar shook his hand dismissively at the apology. "Do not worry about that Berserker, what was done in the past was in the past. Though if you feel you must apologize then it should be Saber and Lancer. After all it was their duel that you did interfere in."
"Yes...I shall do so once I meet with them." Looks like there was another thing he had to apologize for to his king. "Still it's reassuring that you and you master are...well" His voice trailed off as he looked at the state that Rider's master was in.
Kariya looked at his servant in confusion before turning his head and following the knight's gaze. He too grimaced and said a small unspoken prayer to the boy as he saw his state.
Waver Velvet was fighting the urge to succumb to his fatigue to the best of his ability. His eyes were unfocused and had bags under them. Even with him leaning on Rider's chest during the horse ride, his servant had to frequently balance him so that he didn't lean over onto the pavement.
"He okay?" Kariya asked worryingly. He understood the kid's plight very well, he had been in his shoes once.
Waver answered by slowly lifting his hand up and giving a very shaky thumbs up to them. Even simple gestures were a struggle for him it seems.
Iskandar laughed at the expense of master. "Oh, don't worry about him, he just's a bit tired from using up his command seals and leading my army!" He gave an appreciative slap on his master's back, ignoring the sound that Waver made when his hand hit his back.
"You should've seen him when we were in the midst of this mini war. Shouting orders to my troops so naturally like if he was me!" Kariya and Lancelot sweatdropped as Iskandar fake wiped tears from his eyes. Was he suddenly his dad or something now?
"A few more battles like this and you'll be worthy for being my tactician!" Waver had Kariya's sympathy as Iskandar basically swore that the boy was going to be living through more stressful situations like these. Even as a lone tear went down the boy's distraught face, it could not deter the smile that he could see on the boy's face for having made Iskandar proud.
Yup, Iskandar had unofficially made himself as Waver's father figure.
"Tired already? I thought you were all made of steel, not of paper." From the sky, Gilgamesh landed the Vimana near them. Even when they were all on the same side, it seemed the King of Heroes thought of them as inferior to him.
Iskandar was not deterred by his mocking however. "Even the greatest of warriors must rest from their battles."
"Hmph you speak as if the battle is over. Nonsense, the battle is only over when the enemy is defeated and Caster has yet to be found."
"But you must admit King of Heroes that our masters have performed up and beyond what they were meant to do. In this time of age, it is so rare that humans perform feats similar to our legends and yet our masters have stood by our side unflinchingly as Caster throws supernatural threats that even we would struggle against." Lancelot defended as silence echoed in the group.
Was Gilgamesh going to murder him for speaking up? Or enact his revenge for the incident at the docks? It was like there was a ticking time bomb just ready to go off.
Some time passed before Gilgamesh begun chuckling to himself. "So the mad dog can bark." He stopped his chuckling, red eyes gazing so intensely at Berserker as if he was trying to murder him with sight alone. "Why is it that you remind of Saber so much?" He thought with intrigue.
"I am one of her most trusted knights. Lancelot, Knight of the Lake." He introduced himself.
Oh so this servant was one of her knights? Gilgamesh raised his brow in intrigue. How was it that a knight that would follow her ideals be a Berserker of all things?
Giving the servant a quick look from top to bottom, he could find the similarities that he and Saber shared. The posture, the aura, the very look that he was giving him; yes, he believed that this knight was indeed someone that served under her.
But did she know that one of her knights, one that she saw as her own brother, fell into the thralls of madness?
More importantly would she blame herself for his state, blame her power to save event those close to her?
"I do hope you are ready for your meeting then sir knight." He chuckled seeing the slight tense that the man shoulders took and relished in it. Oh, how enjoyable that would be when the time came.
It did not take long for Iskandar to understand what he was saying as raised a he brow in realization and sent the knight his unspoken sympathies.
Awkward silence permeated the air as the mood had become as stiff as steel with no one knowing, or daring to break the silence.
"Gilgamesh where are you!?" Tokiomi's frantic shouting interrupted his thoughts from their mental link.
"Oh, how are you master?" The golden clad archer nonchalantly responded.
"We need he-" The line went silent just as abruptly as it had come.
The King of Heroes lifted his head towards the sea to where he knew where his master was. He could feel from their little discussion that they had, the sorrow, the anger; it was so suffocating that it was like he was drowning in it.
So, what the hell had they awakened down there?
Diarmuid knew that this night would be an ordeal; that it would be the hardest thing that he and probably everyone else would've experienced.
To fight a literal god that could control reality was after all something that a mere knight like him would've never thought of facing. If you had told him back when he was still as a knight of Fianna that this would have happened to him, he would've have laughed at them for their jokes.
And yet as they begun to experience victory after victory, he let himself have a little hope that they could beat this nightmare, that they could beat the odds.
Oh, how wrong he was.
The gray clouds rumbled with anger as the Orphan leaned his head back and loosed a shriek that even the gods would've trembled before. Moving with unmatched speed, it let loose its placenta like a whip around itself in hopes of hitting any servant as it made the radius bigger with each cycle.
Saber yelled as she rushed the malformed Great One, Excalibur ready to strike. Leaping over the incoming placenta, with its focus on the placenta weapon trajectory then there was no way that it could block the strike.
Artoria's eyes widened in shock as she was left suspending in the air as the Orphan's free hand had reacted with blazing speed and grabbed the divine blade, not even flinching from the fact that he caught the deadly blade with its bare hands.
She could not even voice her shock as she found herself slammed into the ground as the Great One had used her sword as a leverage to slam her down on the muddy shore. Without hesitation it begun to drag her around the ground as hard as possible.
"Let her go!" Asasko yelled as she and her assassins came running into view. The remaining assassins begun hurtling daggers at the force of nature before them in hopes of making it release its captive. It might've as well if they had thrown nothing at all as the Orphan made no indication that the daggers that had hit him had done anything to harm him at all.
As if complying with her demand the Orphan gave a shriek as it made on last circle imprint on the ground using Artoria before releasing her at the main Assassin with a ferocious throw. They both grunted as they were slammed into each other and tumbled off from the sheer strength behind the throw. Even with strength of a servant that throw had hurt!
As they were both taken out of the fight temporarily, it was left up to Lancer and the other Assassins to keep it occupied.
"Keep attacking!" He yelled to the assassins as they rushed towards the Orphan. He took Saber's spot of keeping the beast in front of him occupied "We have to keep the pressure up otherwise it'll kill us off!" He yelled as he brandished his two spears just in time to block a blow from the massive placenta.
"Saber!" Irisviel yelled as she came running up to where both Saber and Assassin had ended up. Leaning down she begun to heal their wounds. "Are you okay?"
Artoria was not in fact okay, even with her parameters as a Saber she could barely keep herself on equal ground with the Great One. "I am now, thank you Irisviel." She thanked her for her efforts, no need to add more worry on her than there already was.
"Saber you good to get back in there?" Asasko's voice snapped her out of her brooding and reminded her that there was still a battle that they were losing. The two servants looked as they saw Lancer take a turn being the Orphan's plaything.
The Great One shrieked as it tried and flatten the Fianna knight into the ground with his placenta. It was only through Diarmuid's great speed and skill that he could narrowly avoid the strikes that were as fast as lightning.
"Is that all you can do O great being of the sea? You strike as if you were a child throwing a tantrum!" He admonished trying to see if it could get a rise out of it. At this point they needed to try everything against the Orphan or they could kiss the idea of seeing the light of tomorrow goodbye.
The Great One shrieked, understanding what the feeble knight standing before it had said and proceeded to raise its weapon to pulverize Diarmuid for his insults. Diarmuid tried to block the attack by crossing his spears in an x-formation but the Orphan had anticipated this.
It never planned on going through with such a telegraphed attack for it wanted to see if it could bait the knight. Instead it delivered a rib crushing kick that launched the surprised knight to where Saber and Assassin was.
"Enjoying yourself?" Asasko could not help herself to make a remark to try and lighten the mood between them.
"Would you like to dance with him next? I can assure you that it demands nothing but perfection from its dance partners." Joked Diarmuid as the trio cracked a small smile. Even in the most serious of situations, they knew that the most cringiest of jokes could alleviate the mood.
It looks like Artoria was joining on the wagon as well. "Look it arrives looking for you Diarmuid, it must've been angry with your performance."
With no opponents to fight it the Orphan of Kos slowly moved towards them, there was no need to rush. After all no one could run from death when it came asking for your life.
The trio picked themselves up as they readied for another ferocious assault.
Artroia Pendragon held Excalibur ready to fight.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne readied his two spears for action once more.
Asako and her remaining assassins had daggers between their fingers ready to onslaught the Orphan of Kos in a flurry of steel.
"This may be our final fight you know." Asako said.
"Then it was an honor to die fighting alongside you."
"To hear that from the King of Knights, there is no greater honor than that." Diarmuid pushed down the terror he was feeling as he tightened his grasp on his spears, waiting for the moment that it was time to fight once more.
But it seemed that fate would hold off their duel just a bit longer as a storm of weapons descended from the heavens and begun bombarding the Orphan, its form unable to be seen through the smoke.
"Is this the mongrel that has been giving you trouble? For shame, I thought you were tougher than this!" Bursting through the murky clouds, Gilgamesh grinned as he commanded the Vimana to release another barrage of weapons from his Gates.
The Orphan of Kos would not be hit by the same attack again as it begun to swat the weapons that came at it with its placenta. Fragments of weaponry flew as the Orphan defended itself from Archer's assault.
"Don't think we aren't doing anything!" From the sea, Iskandar was riding into the fight on his Gordius Wheel. The electricity that the chariot was producing parted the sea out of the servant's path making its speed be unhindered by the water. Within a second the Gordius Wheel slammed into the Orphan of Kos.
The Great One roared as it used its two hands as a battle of strength played between them. Its arms tensed as it pushed more strength in derailing the chariot.
"Roar my chariot!" Iskandar was not going to lose this battle of wills so easily as he smacked the reins to encourage more power to flow. The divine bulls that pulled the chariot roared angrily as they begun forcing the Orphan of Kos out of their stalemate. The Orphan tried to push more power into the contest of strengths but ultimately lost as it crumpled under the pressure and loudly crashed into the ground.
Rider smacked the reins on his chariot so that they could take to the skies alongside Archer once more. "This is your stop my friend!" He yelled out as someone jumped out of the moving chariot and onto the murky shore.
Landing, Lancelot slowly dropped Kariya from his back drawing Arondight, the pristine blade having a heavy contrast with the surrounding dreary shore. "Master you should find somewhere safe to go, it's going to get messy here."
Kairya nodded in agreement. "You better not lose to this thing, as your master I order you to not lose." Even if he did not actual use a command seal, he could imagine his servant's smile behind his mask.
"Yes master, I will not fall here. Now go." Hearing his servant's promise, Kariya begun running to where the other masters were.
Now with that out of the way, the other thing he had to address
"...Is that you...Lancelot?" He swiveled his head to see his king looking at his form with familiarity and shock. Without the black smoke that had covered his body, his armor was easily recogniable to any that knew him.
Silence filled the battlefield as two just stared at each other with uncertainty.
One looked at the other with anxiety and hope for redemption
The other was filled with shock and dread at the state of someone that she regarded as her brother.
"...My king it is good to see you." Lancelot finally broke the silence between them and bowed in customary greeting.
Artoria did not how to respond, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control so fast. "Lancelot I-" She tried to say something to her knight but was interrupted by an angry shriek.
From the smoke the Orphan of Kos stomped out before letting loose another shriek of anger. The Great One gazed up into the murky clouds to where it could see the faint outlines of the Gordius Wheel and Vimana, snarling at its flying opponents.
"We must talk about this another time my king. Now we must focus at the task at hand!" The Knight of the Lake held Arondight close to him. The servants behind mimicking his actions as well.
And now instead of three servants fighting the Orphan. It was now the complete six that showed why exactly they had persevered for so long against this opponent.
Lancelot led the charge, drawing the Orphan's gaze unto him. With a shriek the Great One smashed its placenta as hard as it could against the steel blade of the Arondight, hoping to crush the foolish knight. The Berserker grunted at the ferocious voice that his blade was now clashing against as he held his ground. The tension clashing between the two leaked over onto the shore, cracking the earth beneath them.
"It'll take more to shatter this!" He yelled as his blade illuminated with a blue glow. With a giant heave he forced the Orphan to lose the stalemate, forcing its placenta weapon upwards.
"Now!" He yelled as Diarmuid and Artoria appeared at his sides, ready to take advantage of the enemy's loss of guard.
With one clean sweep, both servants made a clean cut to both of the Orphan's sides with their respective weapons. Both divine weapons, while not cutting deep to inflict any real damage, still caused some damage that they previously could not have achieved.
The Orphan was not going to take this injury lightly as it tried to swivel its body to try and grab at least one of the attacking servants. However, it had to ignore the instinct of revenge as it brought its free hand up to knock out a trio of daggers that an Assassin had thrown at its eyes.
"That's right over here you big ugly!" An Assassin taunted in hopes of drawing the Great One's ire.
It paid off as the lumbering giant begun to sprint across the field, screeching whilst dragging its placenta weapon across the ground. It tried crossing the distance in hopes of bringing down the taunting clone with a swift swipe of its weapon.
"Oh, forgotten have we mongrel!" But in its anger, it had forgotten that there were still two servants who were currently flying above the battlefield, waiting for their chance to strike. With a triumphant grin Gilgamesh let loose another storm of weaponry from his Gates of Babylon. The luminous golden portals rained down heavenly judgement upon the Orphan of Kos.
But yet again the Orphan proved its combat prowess as it had let go of its ire for the Assassin clone for now and focused on dodging the hail of weapons raining down on it. Weaving between the weapons, the Orphan showed no hesitation in its movements, flawlessly moving its body while hitting the ones that it couldn't dodge with its placenta.
As the last of Gilgamesh's attack had ended, the smoke had covered most of the shore. With a smash of its placenta, the Orphan of Kos blew the smoke cover to reveal it standing in a middle of a circle of destroyed weapons, showing slight signs of injury.
Focusing on the flying Uruk King with one eye, the Great One tensed its body for the next move only to drop it as the clouds begun to rumble with thunder. With its attention lost on the Golden King, it focused its gaze to the cause of the sudden cause of commotion.
There in the eye of what was the beginning of a very intense thunderstorm was the King of Conquerors in his Gordius Wheel, hovering in place. The clouds rumbled as the Gordius Wheel's divine lightning spread into the clouds.
"You are a God are you not!?" Iskandar brought a javelin and pointed it at the form of the Orphan of Kos. A single lightning bolt hit the spear as it begun to sizzle with the lighting of his chariot. "Then have a taste of what my gods can do!" He yelled before he lifted his spear up. Within an instant multiple bolts of lightning begun to strike it.
The steel edge of the lance hummed as it begun to gather the lightning that the chariot was producing. "This is the wrath of Zeus!" He roared with his lightning infused spear sparkling, lighting up the murky skies.
With a mighty heave he threw the lance forward with such strength that it shot forward like a missile through the air. The air rippled as the spear approached its target with insane speed. The Orphan of Kos blankly stared at the lightning bolt shooting right towards it before calmly dropping its placenta weapon to its side.
Right before the spear impaled it, the Orphan reached up and grabbed it with herculean strength. Lightning sparked across its pale skin as it forced the spear's momentum to stop, its feet digging into the ground. It roared as it was slightly pushed back before tensing its legs to stop it from flying off the ground.
Gathering its strength, the Orphan slammed the spear down into the ground. The results forced the shore to shake in its wake. The servants and masters braced themselves as the ground shook from Zeus's lightning.
"Heh." Iskandar laughed as his plan came to fruition. "It seems that you were right about your little risk, master." He looked down to see Waver, who was still reeling from the usage of the command seals, shakily smiling at the Orphan of Kos.
"Yeah a conventional attack isn't going to work against him, no servant except Archer could stand alone against him." Even if his body begged him to rest, he was still needed to win this fight. Everyone else was doing their best so he needed to do his as well.
"But maybe..." He trailed off as he saw the lightning begin to rumble with much more intensity in the clouds. "We could get through this." He finished before a large bolt of lightning slammed into the Orphan of Kos.
The plan was simple. Have Gilgamesh fire down a barrage so great that not all of it could smashed into dust by the Orphan of Kos. The residual remainders of weapons would litter the Orphan like a circle, acting as a conductor for the lightning so generously provided by Rider.
And the only thing they needed was a strong enough object that would call forth the lightning required to deal the massive blow.
The Orphan of Kos could not react fast in time before it became enveloped in lightning, shrieking as the weapons scattered across the ground amplified the effect of the lightning bolt. It tried to retreat out of the lightning bolt's area of effect but soon found itself bombarded by both Archer and Assassin as they forced the being to stay in its electrifying prison.
The Orphan of Kos could only muster one last hateful shriek before the javelin could no longer handle the pressure and exploded, causing the other scattered weapons to create a chain reaction that blew the spot to kingdom come.
The masters who were sitting far away from the fight shielded their eyes as the explosion occurred, many of them grasping onto something from how powerful it was.
"I-Is that it?" Question Irisviel as she stared in awe at how destructive that last attack was. Could it even have survived such an attack in the first place? She looked back at Kiritsugu, who was still holding Shirou, grasping his Thompson Contender harder than before.
The Magus Killer could not explain it but the moment that the explosion had occurred, the feeling he had experienced in the beginning came back, like if he was suddenly drowning and could do nothing about it.
Lancelot looked at the explosion with apprehensiveness. Something felt wrong about this, like if they unknowingly had stepped into some deeper trouble.
Then he felt something hit his helmet with a soft thud.
Then another.
And soon it became a barrage of it.
Gazing upward to the skies, he brought his armored hand up to catch the droplets of rain that were beginning to intensify with each second. "Oh no." He thought as the skies begun to darken even further than before, casting the illusion of night over them.
Up in the clouds Iskandar frowned at the sight before him. No longer were the clouds populated by his chariot's thunder. "It is like the world is now crying." He observed before forcing the chariot to lower itself below the clouds so that they wouldn't get hit by the increasing rumbles of thunder.
"Ki-" A whisper broke through the silence as everyone tried to figure out where it had come from. It was like if someone with their throat sliced up was speaking t
"Kill." The voice repeated once more but got more louder than the last time. The rain and lightning seemingly in tune with the voice as it begun to pour even harder and lightning could be seen dancing across the clouds.
"All of them." The voice said before a wave of air blasted the servants on the ground, not strong enough to knock them off their feet but strong enough that they needed to balance themselves.
"Excalibur!?" Artoria cried out in shock as her blade's divine winds suddenly dissipated and revealed the blade's golden glow for all to see. Trying to control the blade's shaking, she looked to see that Lancelot and Diarmuid trying to calm their respective weapons as well.
"The fiends that dare try to play god..." The voice grew spiteful as the realization set in on the only person that the speaker could be. Shocked eyes looked at where the Orphan of Kos before the world was consumed by lightning.
"KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!" The voice shrieked before a thunderbolt, one far larger and brighter than Iskandar's lightning bolt crashed where the Orphan of Kos was. This time the servants had to dig their weapons into the ground since the force was so great that it would've knocked them off their feet.
The smoke parted as the Orphan walked out of it, its form undergone some changes. Any damage that it had was healed and its placenta was now more menacing than before. Its most notable change was having two pale butterfly like wings that trailed off its back.
And it looked pissed off.
"Shit." Asasko summarized for everyone.
Rider yelled before shaking the reins of the chariot as his Gordius Wheel begun its descent to the shore. This time the Orphan did not react as the chariot made its way closer and closer to it. Just as the chariot was about to crash into the Great One, everything changed.
"No fucking way!" Kariya breathed out in shock as his fellow masters mimicked his expression. The servants doing the same as they witnessed the feat in front of them.
The bulls of the Gordius Wheel groaned as the Orphan of Kos had a hand on each of their heads, effectively stopping their charge. Unlike before the Orphan of Kos showed no signs of having any trouble holding the chariot back.
"DIE!" It shrieked before it begun to lift the bulls by their horns. Iskandar eyes widened in shock as he felt his chariot get lifted off the ground. "Master!" He grabbed Waver and placed him on his shoulder before jumping out.
As Rider's feet hit the ground, the Orphan of Kos lifted the bulls, chariot as well, above its head before slamming them down onto the ground with terrifying newfound strength. The bulls groaning one last time before they disappeared, the destroyed chariot disappearing as well.
"Mongrel!" The Vimana made its attack run, Gilgamesh scowling as he launched a series of weapons. "You dare!"
The Orphan blankly stared at the approaching weapons before acting. With much more speed and skill than before it begun swatting the weapons out of the sky with its placenta. However, this time it was going to pay the Archer for all the trouble it had caused him back.
Grabbing the last weapon to be fired at it, it twirled the caught weapon in its hand before throwing it like a frisbee. The sword flew through the air with supreme precision as it hits its target. The sword exploded as it hit one of the Vimana's wings. The golden ship begun to spiral out of control before without one of its wings. Gilgamesh clicked his tongue in annoyance before he jumped out of the doomed ship. The Vimana's golden shine was soon lost as it begun to sink into the murky sea
Gilgamesh and Iskandar soon joined the remaining servants as they stared at the Orphan of Kos. Sensing their eyes on it, it strained its neck as it looked at them before its mouth morphed into a maniacal grin.
The battle was far from over.
I'm back!(ish). So, this chapter took forever for me to get finished as College reared its ugly head at me. So, this chapter was hella delayed as I focused more on college. Now that I got some time I cranked this chapter out so I can focus more on college; don't be expecting the same update schedule for now.
I tried my best in making the Orphan fight part 1 fight as best as I could. Now that it's gone to 2nd phase you know it's going to get good, hopefully.
That's all for now. Fav/Follow if you enjoyed it, reviews on what I could do better are deeply appreciated!
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