For the first time in his life he didn't wanted the classes to end.
After feeling that terrifying presence crushing down his spirit the young man felt almost like wetting his pants at the first sign of panic or fright, as if this wasn't enough through the window could see Mordred hanging from a tree beckoning him with both hands asking if he was all right. He shook his head repeatedly since he felt that his Servant would enter with a dynamic kick through the window at any moment. In the instant that the lunch time arrived the boy ran out, since Bakugo would try to kill him as soon as he had the chance so better not give him options.
He try to look for a good place to eat, as far as possible of the main building of the Academy so he end up going to one of the outdoor courtyards of the school waiting for his Servant to follow him and didn't took her more than 15 seconds to ram into him, touching everywhere.
—I felt many presences of a ton of mages! Where did they hurt you?!— Asked at once, a dead Master was no good for her at all.
—Mordred-san, I'm fine! —Izuku tried to take off the knight hands, it was embarrassing to be touched by a girl. . . Although Mordred wouldn't call herself a girl or surely behead him and speaking about beheading; a vein grew on the blonde's forehead.
— Stop calling me by my real name. You don't know anything about this? If people know who I was in life it is obvious that they'll be able to know my weaknesses if they track down my story—She hit him on the forehead, those hand were heavy.
—Sorry . . —And now he looks down completely distressed, this boy would end up killing her with that weakness of him.
—Anyway, call me Saber or Mo-san from now on, understood? —Demanded sternly as she snarled, the amount of mana accumulated in that school was something terrifying, no doubt it was full of extremely powerful mages. The saber flicked her tongue, this would be more difficult than expected—Rookie—Call him as she clenched a fist and a smile of conviction formed on her lips—Let's make you stronger. . . —
Meanwhile, in one of the courtyards of the Academy the young Bakugo was walking at full speed, in total fury, not only had to deal with the pile of extras he had for classmates, but there were also three other mages with shit tons of mana in his school, and to make things worse the useless Deku had invoked a Saber! Something that he failure to do! If it wasn't because they were still in school, he probably would blow the whole damn place.
—There's no way this can get any worse—Muttered to himself, but then it really got worse since he was now confronted by Ochako Uraraka who, with crossed arms, saw him severely, unlike a girl so small and of delicate features should—What the hell do you want, Round Face? —Asked in a foul way, he already knew about the nature of the girl but didn't saw her as a threat in the least.
—I ask you to leave Midoriya-kun alone. —Those mere words were enough to make him even more angry.
—Why should I leave that loser alone?! This is a war—Had to control himself only a little by saying the latter, he couldn't go around screaming about the Grail war, he wasn't an idiot—You should try to kill him too—Snapped at her with a snarl as he bent down to see her in the eyes—Or is it that you intend to win this without harming anyone. . . Weakling? —The girl tightened her eyes, she mustn't show weakness.
—He is not in this war because he wants to, Bakugo-kun. When classes finish I'll take him to the church, Aizawa-san will take care of this and get him out of the war—The male flicked his tongue at the mention of the priest in charge of maintaining partiality and the rules over the war.
— Will you let him run away like a coward? How pathetic. . . Let me guess; you want his fucking Saber servant, don't you? —Now he made a sarcastic grin, it was terrifying how deep the boy's reddish eyes could be.
—I'm not interested in taking with his Servant, he's someone innocent who shouldn't be in this battle —And there she went again with that impulse to defend him, why did she care about a guy she had just met? This only disgusted him even more.
—We'll see . . . —He turned around then, moving away from her, but far from finishing there he gave the order— "Rider " — At the call he felt the presence of his Servant, invisible but there he was.
— "Yes, Master?" —After this the boy put a crooked smile on his lips.
— "When night falls. . . Hunt them down " — He could hear, only for his ears, a loud laugh.
— "Elysian fields be prepared, I'll send a dozen heroes on your way!" —
Meanwhile, in another part of the school, a duo walks quickly through the corridors since, after a lot of mental discussion of their strategy for the war, they almost spent the time that was supposed to be their lunchtime. Kyoka hated to eat in a hurry, but they couldn't waste time and the cafeteria was too noisy to maintain a stable mental communication.
—Don't make me run, I'm at full tank over here, remember? —Her companion complained while holding his belly, despite the warnings of the girl Denki stuffed himself with all kinds of food during the lunch break, mostly due the nervousness that attack him all day, being part of a war and all.
—I told you not to eat much, what would you do if someone attack you right now? —Commented slightly angry, since her wise advice got royally ignored by the blond.
—I would roll out of reach—Damn it, he always knew how to say something funny and easily break the tension in the environment around him.
— Moron. . . —Although his master plan to make her smile work out, things were about to get dense as a rock. Suddenly Kyoka stop walking, something that almost made him bump into her, the reason? A couple was walking down the corridor from the opposite direction, the girls look at each other and in Jirou's case she glances at her ex-friend—Yaoyorozu—Spitted almost with courage.
—Jirou-san. . . —She returned the "greeting", looking down, she felt distressed. Beside her Shouto Todoroki only narrowed his eyes slightly.
—Kaminari—Said in a cordial and serene way.
—Todoroki—He returned the greeting, the tension between them could be cut with a knife.
— . . I hope for a great battle and the best mage wins—The purple-haired girl broke the silence as she headed to the classroom, but then the other girl made her way to her.
—Jirou-san, I . . . —She didn't knew what else to say, it was too complicated.
—Yes? You what? —Awaits for her answer, really wanting to know why her best friend stabbed her in the back and joined Shouto Todoroki instead of asking her for help for that war, Kyoka understood that she didn't had the capabilities of the half-and-half. . . But they were best friends since childhood, they had grown together, learned magic together, they promised to win the Grail as sisters, but then she betrayed her. . .
— . . I wish you the best. . . —Momo turned around, could not see her face and this caused Kyoka an uncontrollable rage.
—Why you can't tell me?! — Cry pulling her shoulder violently—Tell me why you betrayed me! — Impotence made her say things without thinking, seeing the black eyes of her friend, his sister, as she hold her tightly by the shoulders— . . . Is it because I'm weak? . .? —Asked in a thread of voice and this was enough to break Momo—How big is your ambition to win? You who possess everything—And then she received a loud slap.
— How can you think of me like that?! When did I let you see me as a materialistic person?! —Turns out that Yaoyorozu had her breaking point too, of all the things that could be said, nothing would surpass that since she was the most disinterested person in the world and that Jirou, her Friend, will call her that. . . It was too much, even for her kind self—I have my reasons for what I did. . . And you, as my friend, should understand me, trust me, but instead you decided to take this as an insult without thinking about what I was suffering. —In that instant Kyoka grabbed her by the neck of her blouse holding firmly.
—What's so important that you betrayed our promise? — She was going to answer but a hand held her by the right wrist.
—Leave Yaoyorozu alone . . . —Shouto's cold tone made Kyoka weaken just a second before he was held by the neck, feeling fingers tighten the area.
—And you release Jirou: Now—The half albino raised his hand quickly to hold the electric blond, in seconds he had released his grip looking to counterattack but instantly separated when he felt a shock that would affected him excessively if the direct contact was produced— Come on, fight! —Challenged him instantly causing a stir, many eyes settled on them so they couldn't use their magic now.
— . . It's not the moment. Today, at nightfall. . . —It was a direct challenge, but the opposite wasn't going to show fear in the least.
—Very well, at the forest in the south: Don't be late, Todoroki—He turned around taking Kyoka by the hand to take her away, they could skip a class or two. Jirou followed his step somewhat surprised due the fact she never thought that the blonde had that level of guts to challenge the heir of the most powerful family in the city.
— I didn't expect you to do something like that, Kaminari. . . Thanks for protecting me—Murmured in a low tone, it was strange in her to thank other people but since the war began Kaminari had been her main support, always looking to give everything to help her fulfill her dream.
—Don't worry. We'll win this war—Said firmly without turning his face towards her, he spoke with a tone of confidence. . . But if you saw him face to face would notice that he was crying. What the hell was he thinking?! Challenge the most skilled mage in the war?! Todoroki was going to tear him into pieces! He better get in contact with Ramses quickly or Shouto would kill him as soon as the sun go down.
Many students ended up missing the next class and the one that came after it, but with the recent incidents in the city the teachers didn't look for much trouble wondering what was happening with their students. . . They didn't get paid enough for this.
6 PM, West of the city.
Quick steps took the young people down the road that led to the old Catholic church in that area, everything had been a whirlpool for the young Midoriya, after having agreed with his Servant to seek only his protection she stayed out of school waiting for him until classes end, always alert in case of any emergency and . . . Was that her excuse of a Master being dragged by a brunette girl?
— Hey, give me that back! —The blonde complained as she followed them, didn't draw her sword since there was still sunlight and rules were the rules after all.
—Uraraka-san, please wait! —The boy barely could follow the rhythm, for having short legs the girl moved really fast.
—We don't have time, Bakugo-kun has given you an ultimatum and if we don't hurry—Her words were cut off when a soft whistle caught their attention, a cheerful tune that filled the now silent environment of that forgotten path, even when it was quite catchy it freezes Uraraka's heart— "Caster, appear" —She mentally asked and instantly the great Merlin made his appearance next to the girl.
—This will be a complicated one. . . —Murmured the albino magician holding his head with regret, so big was this predicament that he didn't notice the presence behind him.
—Hey, Crap Mage! —And now Mordred kicked him to make him notice her existence causing Merlin to take several wobbly steps front.
—Little Mordred! —He raised his hands as if he offers a hug but a sword in front of his neck told him that wasn't a good idea.
— Could we focus on the Servant in front of us? — Ochako asked seeing how in the road they were going walked a tall, green haired man, on his back a spear held with both hands in a carefree pose while still whistling happily.
— They can ignore me if they wish, I have the explicit order not to attack until the sun has gone so embrace your luck; you have ten minutes left before knowing the Elysian fields—He spoke in a lavish tone as he spin his weapon several times with a hand and nailed it to the ground, his words couldn't displease more the Saber who instantly advancing materializing her armor.
— What are you saying, bastard ?! You think you're better than me?!—Her helmet shut instantly, raising the sword Clarent and throwing herself directly against the new found rival, he clicked his tongue with annoyance but couldn't just left the Saber attack him without fighting back so he dug up his weapon and, in full air, deflected the attack, a hard impact without a doubt but Mordred wasn't planning to let him go so easily; using that impulse to turn around she trike several times looking for an opening for a lethal attack but the opponent moved with inhuman agility to evade each blow.
—What a skillful rival I had the glory to met!—Rider flattered before taking her by the wrist, quickly turning her over and crashing the Saber in the ground.
—You dickhead! —It didn't took her long to throw another cut that was blocked by the rival spear, Achilles was going to continue but had to jump back in order to avoid multiple vines that emerged from the concrete under them.
—Caster! What's the meaning of this?! To interference between an honorable duel of two men is a preposterous thing! —The man complained, but the wizard only shrugged showing his book of spells.
—Nothing personal, Mr. Lancer, but I must keep that little boy alive—At the mention of his Servant genre Midoriya was slightly surprised before he remembered what she had told him about the helmet of that armor she wears.
"My helmet is a minor Noble Phantasm, it's called Secret of Pedigri, Helmet of the Hidden Infidelity even when it's not visible it hide my real name and gender of other people and it will only reveal me when I use my real Noble Phantasm, you can see through it since you're my Master, so avoid using my real name. Understood, brat?"
What he didn't understand was why that white magician know the true name of the girl. . .
—I'm sorry to correct you, Caster, but I'm not a Lancer, do not let my weapon deceive you. — Then he put one of his hand onto his mouth and release a loud whistle that made a big carriage appear next to him.
—Oh great . . . He had to be a Rider—Murmur to himself since this guy had an advantage against the Casters . . . And he was a Caster!
— So be prepared, since I shall send you to the kingdom of Hades! —Then he mounted the carriage and it advanced without being pulled by anything more than the magical power of the warrior.
—I recommend you to retreat Master! —Ochako soon obeyed the suggestion of her Servant pulling the hand of Midoriya who was still in total shock for what just happen.
—Follow me, let's go to church! —She pulled him as fast as she could while behind them a big explosion detonate loudly; Merlin had tried to stop the enemy Rider but his attacks were useless against the great resistance of the car in front of him.
—Die, you scoundrel! —Achilles had to suddenly turn around in order to block a sword with his spear, the blonde warrior hadn't surrendered yet and now they exchanged strong blows while the green haired let see his majestic form of combat moving effortlessly from one side to another, avoiding all attacks while the tip of his spear sought a point to penetrate in that armor of Mordred.
— You're too brutal for a Saber! Are you sure you're not a Berserker? —Scoffed as he evaded one more blow from the rival sword.
—Here you have a Berserker! —She raised her sword, stabbing it into the transport that carried them both and causing him to shake violently, rushing to the ground, forcing them to jump off before crashing.
—Be damn Saber! That carriage has lived great battles with me, do not mistreat it! —Now he was upset and was going to fight seriously, offend him or the Gods was one thing, but his beloved carriage? Those were fighting words!
Meanwhile Ochako could already see the church, they would be safe inside since it was a completely neutral territory where you couldn't fight as a mage.
—"We just have to enter, we'll call Saber and Caster; everything will be fine." —Pressed her lips together, almost there. . .
—Die! —Ochako instantly pulled the green haired boy, throwing him away with an antigravity spell that made him light as a feather, he fly away without resistance as she had to throw her backpack to stop an explosion that almost hits her.
—Uraraka-san! —Deku yell sawing that ash blond that for so many years he considered his personal Bully getting closer—Kacchan, don't do this! —Due to the spell he just floated in the direction of the church door, not being able to go back and help her.
—Release! —Midoriya's body fell to the ground with a loud thud, Ochako just undo the antigravity spell—Go inside the church, I'll take care of Bakugo-kun! —The girl really planned to face that guy alone. At such words Katsuki only squeezed one of his hands letting see explosions in his fingers.
— Do you really think you can stop me, Round face? —He pursed his lips in a grimace of disgust, there was nothing that bothered him more than bad jokes.
— I'm going to do it; I will not let you hurt someone innocent IN this war—And raise both hands, really planning to fight him.
—Leaving Deku go to fight me on your own; how gutless. . . —Bakugo mumbled, clicking his tongue and surprising the girl.
—How is that gutless? —Didn't understand that logic.
—Easy. . . — He licked his lower lip — Suicide is the cowards way out. . . —Okay, that maybe intimidate her just a little bit.
The fight was direct and brutal, Bakugo wasn't a rival to take lightly, his explosion magic was something simply terrifying in terms of destructive power, Ochako did her best to evade it, but it was difficult at the great speed he could cast such explosions. A palm brushed her face and that same genre an explosion that almost leave her faceless.
— Your Servant is not here to protect you little girl! —And then he turn his free hand towards her, ready to explode her into pieces, but the girl wasn't going to let him win so easily.
—This isn't over Bakugo-kun! —And then took his wrist deflecting the explosion, in physical strength he was very superior but she knew how to fight properly in this situations and had the advantage of closeness —Now take this! —Using her gravity magic she reduced her opponents completely before making him turn at full speed, being as light as a feather it didn't cost her much effort to throw him against a wall—Release! —She touched the tips of her fingers causing his magic to dissipate by increasing the speed with which the ash was released generating a strong impact of this against the wall. Meanwhile Deku was still standing where he fell to the ground before, utterly in shock at the girls performance in that battle—Midoriya-kun, enter the Church now! —Yelled because she knew well that the explosive mage wouldn't give up so easily.
—But how about! — He had no chance to say more before Bakugo emerged from the rocks and took Ochako by the head with one of his palms that began to glow with energy.
—Tell me, Round Face. . . How you think you'll look after a point blank explosion blast? —Asked causing the girl a cold sweat, that second of distraction had cost too much, she try to think of a solution but it was too close—Fuck! —But without giving time for a reaction Bakugo was stabbed by an arrow to the left shoulder, releasing Ochako he turn in the direction from where the projectile came noticing not one, but several presences that had remained hidden until then—Damn bastards. . . —He dug up the arrow, gritting his teeth in pain but refusing to show it.
A young girl with curious green hair was walking along the street, her expressionless face showing nothing at all.
— Praised be you whose sins will be purified in front of the house of the Lord, may thy blood be shed in his eternal glory for the sake of your salvation —Just what they needed; a religious madwoman. She holds her hands together in prayer manner—Ends their sinful lives. . . Archer! —And immediately a rain of arrows flew towards them, Bakugo cursed because the wound on his shoulder didn't allow him to move his hand well on that side.
—Behind me! —And then the unthinkable happened, Uraraka Ochako stepped between him and the rain of arrows surprising the blond that only saw her perform a quick enchantment to generate a barrier that could barely withstand the rain of arrows before her.
—Moron! —Katsuki pulled her violently causing her to fall behind him, the barrier broke and he raised his good hand a second before—Die! —And blow an explosion with all his strength towards the girl with greenish hair, dissipating all the arrows that flew towards them, even so she didn't seem impressed and before the fire touched of the explosion reach her a dark wall appear between her and the attack.
—I feel deeply sorry for bothering you like this, our rivals have shown that the path of evil made them more powerful than expected—She spoke in a high and lavish tone as the wall came down, from the shadows two figures emerged; one of the same age as the students, with blonde hair and eyes of faint blue, like the girl he wore the uniform of the UA and it wasn't difficult to identify him; it was the boy who lived complexed against the group A.
—Ibara-san, Ibara-san. . . What difference does make it if they die now or in a few minutes? —He instantly dismissed the inability of the girl to finish off their objectives—I ask you, Count, to finish with our enemies and take us one step closer to victory in this war—Asked the tall man who accompanied him who only took a step forward, holding a long spear in his right arm.
—And so it will be. . . —It was tremendously tall male, even more than Achilles undoubtedly with his 6.2 ft., his silver hair and wavy figure showed an elegant demeanor, coupled with his hard features and pale face that resembled more a dead than a living man, in addition to huge black circles that highlighted his eyes giving him even more lack of humanity—This is now my domain and those who invade my land will die. . . Impaled! —He just finish saying that and instantly tons of black thorns appear from the floor, the same kind that protect Ibara before— Kazikli Bey! — His noble ghost was unleashed towards them and this time they couldn't stop him with their natural abilities for sure.
—Not so fast you fiend! — The pale man raised his spear to defend himself against an identical weapon that crashed into him, Achilles had appeared out of nowhere and kicked the male to make him back up instantly.
—Where the fuck were you Rider?! — Bakugo cursed squeezing the wound on his shoulder, he was bleeding too much.
— Facing rivals, as you ordered! — Without seeing the Greek took a quick jump of several meters evading black thorns emerged from the ground, without doubt he possessed divine protection against all damage, although his opponents didn't know it —Attack without warning is a baseness, what a lack of honor! —Complained landing on the edge of the fence that separated the church from the street.
—How did you get here, Rider? Our allies were sent to stop you—At such declaration of his rival is that Rider put a smile on his lips.
—Someone is taking care of them properly—Commented with a smirk creeping in his face.
Meanwhile, not far from there, a terrible battle took place between two different flanks; On one hand, Merlin and Mordred faced two fierce adversaries, being the wizard who fought against a gigantic man of inhuman proportions that destroyed the forest at each step or blow he made while the Caster avoided for dear life whatever was thrown into his direction.
— Death to the oppressors! — The corpulent being of gray skin and blond hair screamed.
— Can you repeat me why you face the girl and I had to take care of the Berserker?! —The white wizard screamed as he sought to channel a spell, but he had no time to cast IT due the constant attacks of his rival.
Meanwhile the Saber had a battle with her equal since before her was a woman with blond hair and bright green eyes that carried a reddish sword of great size, it was fighting at her same level, a constant clash of swords that didn't stop rumble throughout the forest.
—You are really good, Green Saber! — The rival praised while Mordred only bit her tongue to not smile for the thrill of that battle.
—You're not doing it bad, Orange Saber! —Well, her rival was another Saber, the most desired kind of servant any Master could want for the Holy Grail War.
The continuous exchange of blows didn't stop and while the two blond fighters fought against each other it was that the Masters of both the Berserker and the Saber saw at close range.
—I never thought we would find another Saber here —Murmured the orange haired girl, Master of the young blonde in red dress, while gently biting the nail of her thumb.
—Relax Kendo! Your Saber is the strongest of them all! —Tetsutetsu support her instantly, knowing for sure that her Saber was a really powerful servant, especially if you consider she had his Berserker along Ibara's Archer and Monoma's Lancer with her.
—We can't lay our guards down just because we have the numerical superiority, these guys have really strong Servants—She would never let herself be carried away by something as simple as numbers, she knew that the enemy Saber was powerful, the Caster equally and lets not mention the Rider that served to Bakugo who could easily be among the strongest Servant she had ever seen.
—Then let's finish them! —He raised his hand ready to give the order to his Berserker. —Come on Spartacus, finish your enemy! —Grilled without fear the name of his Servant, who, far from getting angry about the revelation, just put a huge smile on his lips.
—Of course, let's finish with all the tyrants and oppressors! —He raised his hands with emotion giving Merlin the necessary time to perform a full spell.
— Dŵr So Neges fawr ! —The ancient Welsh spell was cast, generating a dense fog that covered the entire combat area —Little Mordred, lets retreat! —Indicated to the Knight that only clicked her tongue with annoyance because she couldn't leave the Rider to protect the life of her inept master even when the fight was just getting good.
— This battle isn't over, Orange Saber! —Declared to the air before taking advantage of the fog to retreat strategically, hated to leave fights hanging like that. . . But Izuku couldn't stay alone without being stabbed more than 20 minutes.
Back to the church entrance the battle between the great Achilles and his two rivals was developing at great speed, showing the why of his fame for being "The one with light feet" he moved with great speed, evading as much arrows were thrown in his direction in time to avoid being impaled by the black thorns that already began to bother him, but he had to keep them entertained in the time his Master entered the neutral territory of the Church where he would be safe.
—I don't need your help! —Cursed to Uraraka who was support him to walk, even so, she kept helping him no matter how much he weighed.
—It doesn't make you wrong either, right? —She put a half smile on her lips in spite of the fatigue as they kept moving towards the door where Midoriya was waiting for them.
—"Kacchan was overcome, Uraraka-san couldn't do anything. . . Are these the battles betweenmages? "—Swallowed with great difficulty, seeing this made him understand what that hidden world had waiting for him if he wanted to continue in that war.
—Move your ass Deku! —The scream of the ash blond took him out of his thoughts while he opened the gate of the church, the instant they put a foot inside is that Neito and Ibara backed down since there was no point in continuing to fight—Rider, come back! —After the shout of his Master is that the Greek nodded taking several jumps back elegantly landing on the edge of the metal grid.
—Thy will remember this as the day you almost caught the great! —Then an arrow stab him in the breastplate of his armor but it couldn't get through his skin but pretended that id did as he held on to the impacted area —Oh, you scoundrel! —He hurled his spear with an inhuman force in the direction where the enemy archer was hiding before vanishing in an ethereal to return with his Master.
In the place where the weapon reach a figure of aqua-green hair had been almost stabbed by it; it happened to graze her neck digging into the ground behind her. A woman of small height, with a thin body and curious cat ears above her head that had both eyes wide open in surprise.
— This weapon seemed guided by the Apolo himself and even so it has failed. . . Has that man spared my life? —Muttered to herself as she clicks her tongue in annoyance, she was sure she hit the mark, but he undoubtedly survived—I swear by my name, Atalanta the archer serving my Goddess Artemis that I will pierce your heart with an arrow even if that's the last thing I d—Gritted her teeth with content courage.
Meanwhile, in the south of the city. . .
Denki couldn't understand where he got the guts to challenge Shouto Todoroki for a direct match, surely he would have to face him sooner or later to fulfill Kyoka's dream of winning the Grail War but he preferred such match to be way later in the future. Many guys seek to do prowess in sports to impress the girls but no, the big boy wants to win a death battle royal between mages for the girl he doesn't like! . . . Right?
— "This is not the time to think about that, Master" — In his mind rumbled the solemn voice of the Pharaoh, Ozymandias had returned from his day doing "Shopping" with his beloved Nefertari and met with his summoner and his bride (As Ramses call Kyoka to their discontent) waiting for the instructions for the battle, what was the combat plan brilliantly drawn by Denki? Hitting their opponents to death and the funny thing is that the Egyptian agreed to such nonsense.
— "It's not the time, Pharaoh" —Murmured in his head, he wasn't quite sure if Jirou could read his thoughts now because it was her who was in charge of the mental links and all that for which he preferred not to think much about his feelings for her.
— "It's always the right time to talk about love" —Ramses thought with a proud smile as he gently pulled on the hands around his wife waist who never seemed embarrassed or disgusted by these gestures of affection, a soft kiss on her temple made her smile slightly.
—God, they spill honey. . . —It was the complaint of the young mage who couldn't understand how a being of such power could be so corny, but he was their trump card so they had to endure them being all cute and fluffy all the time.
—Well, it's a cute if you think about it, right? —The blond speak without thinking before noticing how the purple haired gal saw him with a raised eyebrow—Eh. . . Well—Damn, he got nervous, swallowed slightly—You know, they were separated for centuries and now. . . We make them meet again, it's romantic, don't you think? Their love transcends time and this guy had like a million wives but chose her over all of them cuz love and stuff—He continued to babble and the girl gave a light sigh closing her eyes.
—I suppose so, it sounds great to have someone who love that way. . . —After this, Denki felt an eyelid shake. . . How could she be a genius in everything and at the same time be so obtuse not to notice the pyramid in front of her?!
—It's coming—At once the seriousness returned to them, down a stone stairway came down the so feared heir of the Todoroki family, strangely seemed to come completely alone.
—And Yaoyorozu? —His companion muttered to what Jirou only narrowed both eyes looking for any indication of another presence, but at least a hundred meters away was not.
—She's not around, but we must be prepared for everything, she can have an Assassin or a Caster that hide without us noticing its presence, also if it's an Archer it could attack from the distance—Indicated the girl showing her knowledge and preparation for the Battle, instantly Denki felt somewhat intimidated because a novice like him had no comparison with her and unfortunately he ended up having the Servant that she deserved.
Shouto arrived at a slow pace, being already at almost 30 meters from the couple he stopped analyzing them with the look or rather the Servant that stayed next to them and what he saw made him squint softly.
— "His statistics are outstanding, same as yours Ishtar. . . —Thought so the Goddess could hear him, the woman who came out of nowhere with a frown because she didn't expect to meet a rival who had such a degree of power, but more than that.
—This will be a formidable rival. . . He possesses a high Rank of Divinity. —As she mentions that particular attribute is that the young man with the scar wrinkled his brow.
— Of your level? —He knew that she possessed a grade A of that special attribute.
—No, a little below. . . But that doesn't make him any less frightening, without doubt his power is terrifying—She took slow steps forward while her golden bow rose above—I advise you to stand back, Master Shouto. . . This battle will be dangerous for all those around us—On the other side the Pharaoh for the same term adopted a serious face.
—Stay behind me, I will show you why your praises and prayers to my greatness are well justified—He said while his casual clothes, newly purchased and very expensive, disappeared revealing his Egyptian clothing, with one hand he moved his cane on his side and causing a strong gust of wind.
—I can see you are very powerful—Spoke the little woman while her bow began to shine brightly.
—I am above the parameters that mortals can define; I am the great Rameses the II, Ozymandias, the one who is the son of Ra and his earthly incarnation, God-King, King of kings and the Rider who will win this war—At the mention of his name Kyoka slapped her forehead, that man really didn't understand the concept of hiding his true identity. Instantly the opponent hit a laugh.
—Since we are introducing ourselves formally—In the background Shouto said "Archer, no" —I have no choice but to do it equally—Her body levitated while again her Master repeated that she should not reveal her true name—I am the avatar of Ishtar, the great Mesopotamian deity of war, fertility, sex, love and justice—The arch was lit with the bright sunlight, they were about to destroy the whole place.
—A battle between Gods! Let the sun and the war meet in a glorious fight! —Ramses wouldn't stay behind, around him bright rays of sun illuminated the entire site letting see what his power was capable of.
The clash was about to take place, both Masters ready for what would be a rumble of biblical proportions. . . Until a spear grooves the heavens, landing just between the two Servant, they stopped the show of their powers, curious of who dared to intervene.
—What happens? Have you finished showing-off? —A voice rumbled as a figure came out of the shadows landing on the spear, with one foot balanced on the handle lowering slowly to be next to the weapon, was a woman of six feet with everything and her high heel boots, she wore a tight leather suit that allows to see the athletic figure she had, her hair of an intense dark purple color, long until the low part of his back, then she jump off the spear and unearthing it easily.
— Who are you, that dare to interrupt us? —Asked the Pharaoh, but the woman didn't deign to even see in his direction, she just clicked her tongue slightly as if calling someone.
—They are three. Two fighters, one Rider and one Archer, as well as one support Caster. . . What are your orders? — From among the trees, by the same course from where she show up before, a young man with a wild violet hair came out scratching the back of his head.
—You said your ability is useful against this type of Servan, right. ...? Then go ahead and finish them quick—At once the three students of the UA recognized him: It was Hitoshi Shinsou the young man of class C.
—I said it indeed; but I wanted to know what you wanted me to do. . . Master—Now it was clear.
—He's a mage too? — Denki asked in total surprise to what the aforementioned only sigh with annoyance.
— Not being recognized doesn't mean that you can't do things. . . End them; Lancer—The woman nodded, spinning her weapon at full speed.
—Prepare "Gods" as you'll face the great Scatcach; Queen of the Land of Shadows—Then duck her body, ready to jump into battle— And God killer —Kyoka had finished analyzing the capabilities of her rival just like Shouto and both went eyes wide open, stepping forward instantly.
— Pharaoh, stay back! —
— Go back Archer! —
— She has an advantage over you! —The two deities now had to face a woman with the ability to hurt the Gods themselves. . .