Note from writer:

I'm fairly busy lately, so chapters will be weekly. I will also post servant pages as they reveal themselves. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Lancer stands atop a skyscraper with her thick brown hair tied behind her in a single white ribbon. The lightning rods above her flash various colors to warn the low flying planes. She hums softly to herself. Her white lance is strapped to her black, wrapped loosely in a white cloth. Her hands flex and clinch as the chilly wind blows straight through her thin armor. Rider stands beside her. He looks to her as she hums and smiles. Her master stands a ways back reading from his cell phone. Rider steps closer to Lancer as her humming finishes. "You said he'd be here tonight, are you still certain?"

"Yes dear Rider, I am quite certain." Her voice seems to have a melody under each vowel and inflection. Her tone is light and soothing but terse. Her clothing is a shade of pearl and her armor seems to cast a light of its own. Rider on the other hand has a suit of dark gray armor with swirls of emerald green. He holds his helmet beside him as he waits. Lancer looks to her master. He taps the screen of his phone a few times before putting it to his ear to listen to his voicemail. Lancer returns her gaze to the city below. "Be ready, this servant is more powerful than either of us are prepared for."

On a neighboring skyscraper sits a man with his feet hanging off the edge of the tall building. He hasn't been noticed by either of the two servants across from him. In his lap rests two wooden swords, called bokken. He is dressed in a black suit, but he wears sandals. His face is illuminated by a smoldering cigarette. He kicks his feet against the side the building as he leans back against his elbows. He's smiling. His master approaches him from behind. "Come assassin, we have things to do." The man is hidden in shadow, under a black robe. Assassin doesn't hesitate to get up and follow the man, giving the pair of servants across from him one final look.

Rider paces beside Lancer, with his hands linked behind his back. A small girl bursts through the roof access doors and trudges over to the three of them. Lancer's master doesn't even look up. The girl is dressed in a blue sun dress and black boots. She walks over to Rider and grabs his arm, wrapping herself in it. He looks perplexed and chuckles. She glares up at him. "You said it was going to be warm." She says accusingly. He laughs harder.

"If you recall, I said it would be warm during the day, this isn't like the climate of your homeland, the nights are cold here." He says to her between laughs.

"Yeah well, anywhere is warmer than here right now." She curls into his side and tries to get warm, but the cold metal of the armor doesn't help. "I should have just stayed in the bathroom." Her green eyes peer up at him. She seems to be fairly young. Early teens. Her hair falls around her back in long curls of strawberry blonde. Grass stains on her knees and bags under her eyes. "I hate jet lag."

"The enemy is on his way. Brace yourselves." Rider's master breaks away from his grasp and walks over to Lancer's master who stands with his arms folded, his black hair slicked back and his pea coat fluttering in the wind. The four of them hold their breaths, listening to the rush of the wind and the thunder from a distant storm that rages somewhere beyond the city. In a flash the building is illuminated in a red glow as a servant lands behind them causing the entire building to sway slightly. He stands upright with his deep red eyes and short spiked red hair. The group of servants and masters turn to face him. He smiles, his sharp teeth showing between his slightly parted lips.

"Seems I have an audience." He summons his sword. The long black demonic blade appears in his hand. It shimmers in the glow of Lancer's armor. He holds the sword with one hand and gestures to the group with his free hand. "How did you know I'd be here tonight?" He wears simple street clothes and talks with a subtle accent.

"A little birdie told us." Says Rider's master. The servants rush forward to protect their masters, shoving them back a few feet. "It won't matter much anyway, because you'll be dead before the sun rises over the horizon." She's rather upset to be shoved so suddenly, but it doesn't affect her taunting.

"Aren't you feisty? I will take great pleasure shoving my sword through your servant's heart." And all at once, his sword's blade catches fire. Like a blow torch, the fire jets from the hilt and encases the blade. The blue flame ends where the blade itself would end if the blade could be seen through the thick flames. "I think we've talked enough, it's time to kill all of you and be done with this." He plants his feet and swings his blade in a huge sweeping motion. A colossal wave of fire sweeps in their direction. The arc of fire hits Rider sending him spiraling backward. Lancer draws her lance and charges at the enemy. He swings his sword a second time, creating a second arc of flames. She springs off the balls of her feet and leaps into the air. Her speed is astounding as she vaults over him. She catches one of the lightning rods with a free hand uses it to slingshot herself even faster at him. Straight as an arrow, but flying at the speed of a bullet, she extends her spear. He barely raises his sword in time to block the lance before it can bury itself in his face.

Rider is back on his feet. He summons an axe that is almost as large as he is. He swings it with such ease the axe looks weightless. Using his momentum he throws the weapon at the man. In an instant, the servant sidesteps the axe, using his sword's hilt to hit Lancer across her temple. The axe boomerangs back toward the servant, but he sidesteps it again. He brings his sword back for a third fire wave, but Lancer has her lance's shaft against the sword's blade and parries it, cutting a gash in the servant's sleeve. He bats the lance aside with his sword and lunges forward. The servant wraps his fingers around Lancer's face and pushes her back. The blow is strong enough to send her and her lance off the side of the building. Flames encircle him as he turns to face Rider. Rider summons a huge green shield to prepare himself. Axe readied, he throws it again, but it misses a third time. Behind them, the sun breaks through the clouds, just over the horizon. Rider takes the servant's brief distraction as an opportunity to swing the shield up and hit the servant across the chest with the sharp edge of the shield. The flames swell around them and twist themselves into a miniature tornado. The axe hits the ground with a clatter.

Lancer's master stands in front of Rider's master with his arms raised. Golden streams of light surround the two of them and two vast feathery winds appear to wrap themselves around the pair. The tornado subsides to reveal a gash along the servant's chest and Rider lying in a heap at his feet, sword in hand, third degree burns all along Rider's neck. Lancer appears, lance fastened to her back again. Rider remains motionless on the ground, blood pooling around him, the blood stemming from his neck wound. Her armor catches the sunlight and shines even brighter. In one hand is Rider's axe and in the other is a long skinny sword with a twisted, worn handle.

In an instant, Lancer is in front of the servant brining her blade down on his head. He blocks. She swings Rider's axe as it hits him in his left arm, letting out a spray of blood, and a wounded cry from his mouth. She swings again, but he jumps back, dodging both blows. In a half smirk he lets out one line. "I know when I've been outdone, but I'll be back later to finish you both off." It startles her for half a second, but she overcomes her lapse of judgment and charges forward. She rises up her weapons for a second attack but the servant leaps off the building out into the night disappearing from view.

"Après moi, le deluge" she pants under her breath.