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Chapter 6: Melee a Trois
At the edge of Einzbern Forest, Earlier that Evening...
"You wish to attack the Einzberns, Master?"
"Yes, Lancer." Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi, prodigy of the Evocation Division and a magus of noble birth, stepped out of the sleek black Bentley and took in the fresh evening breeze. He was feeling rather confident with himself; Of course, anyone would feel confident if their Servant had given the fabled Saber class a tough match-up.
"We have them right where we want them." The blonde Magus turned to Lancer with an impassive expression "As a one of noble birth, it would be poor form on my part if I do not take advantage of their vulnerability and challenge them openly."
"I understand, Master." Lancer bowed her lightly before trailing those ocean blue eyes at Kayneth "But what of Lady Sola-Ui? I feel uneasy leaving her at the Fuyuki Wyatt by herself."
"Even if the opposing Masters brazenly decide to attack our stronghold, the defenses I have laid will be more than enough to hold them at bay." The man then gave her a slight sneer "All you should be thinking about is making up for your failings yesterday."
"...Of course, Master." With those words hanging in the air did Kayneth and Lancer begin traversing through the thick forest. Even now, Lancer was wondering why the Grail chose him as her Master; his hubris matched that of the despicable General Briggan, a man she had no qualms killing twice. That and his condescending demeanor more than its fair share of frustration on the Servant of the Lance.
However, even at this moment, her thoughts always came back to his treatment of his bride-to-be, Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri. From what she had seen, he had expected him to see her as nothing more than a trophy wife he can parade around the Watch Tower. Moreso, it was a view shared by the woman herself.
Imagine Lancer's surprise, then; whenever Kayneth and Sola-Ui interacted, he always seemed to be more gentle with her than with most people. Though she looked at him with disdain, he did not return that treatment. If anything, Lancer saw the tender side of the nobleman, the side that was just trying to earn the love of his fair maiden, no matter how many times she refused him.
Now, where had she heard that before?
"Hold, Master."
"What is it?" Kayneth inquired rather harshly.
"I sense two other Servants in addition to Saber." Lancer spoke resolutely as she brandished her Psypher spear, brushing her earlier thoughts abruptly to the side "Nearest to us are two Servants doing battle. No doubt one of them is Saber."
"And the other one?"
"Within the castle proper. I can at least tell that it's not Saber. Only one Servant in this War oozes this brand of killing intent."
"I see." Kayneth nodded, placing a hand on his chin and drawing the correct conclusion "Archer is sent to engage Saber, whilst Assassin goes after Einzbern. Well played, Tohsaka."
"What would you have me do?" Lancer faced her Master, her will resolute.
"You are to go forth to where Saber and her opponent are." Kayneth said before turning his heel towards the castle "Engage them as you see fit."
"And what of you, Master?"
"I shall make my way towards the castle proper and challenge Einzbern." The magus responded with a smirk "Even if Assassin should be there, Volumen Hydrargyrum should provide ample protection while I call you forth with a Command Seal. Now, go forth and bring me glory, Lancer!"
"Yes!" Lancer nodded once before taking to the skies, the starry sky and the moonlight on her skin giving the illusion of a swan in flight.
"Watch over me, Oswald. In your name and upon my spear, I promise victory!"
Now.
"Well, this was something I did not account for." Archer spoke with a smirk, his eyes darting between the newcomer and Saber respectively.
"Lancer?" The King of Knights gawked in surprise at the sight of her opponent the night before "What are you-?"
"My Master has told me to engage the both of you as I see fit." The platinum-blonde spearwoman turned to Saber in greeting "However, you and I still have a duel to settle."
"Aye. That we do, Lancer."
"And as such, I cannot allow this cur to interfere in a battle between knights." She then turned her gaze to the silver-haired Son of Sparda, hardening to the consistency of steel as she leveled her spear tip at him. "Go, Saber. If what Archer said is correct, then your Master has need of you. I shall deal with him in the interim."
"But what of you?" The blonde knight looked at her temporary ally with a hint of concern.
"Rest assured, I have no intention of dying here." Lancer's lips curled into a confident smile all while keeping her gaze at her opponent "You and I will have our duel, Saber. I promise you that."
"...Very well." The Servant of the Sword relented, turning her back to the battle with a small smile "I look forward to your survival tonight, Lancer!" Without a second thought, Saber began sprinting towards Einzbern Castle.
"Don't think I'm letting you off so easily!" With a swift gesture of his arm, Archer sent several ethereal blades at the blue-clad knight. Lancer immediately moved to intercept, several twirls of her spear making short work of the projectiles.
"Heh, you knights and your chivalry." The Servant of the Bow let out a mocking chuckle as he met Lancer's glare as Saber disappeared into the night "I do hope you realize that we are in a War, Servant of the Lance."
"Do not fear, Archer. I do realize." Lancer soft speaking voice did nothing to hide the steel beneath "However, know that I will not be an easy opponent!"
With little warning did Lancer spring forward, swinging her spear in a wide vertical arc. His response was as quick as her sudden attack; he raised his scabbard just as the weapon was about to collide. As a result, Lancer's swing was stopped in it's tracks once the sheathe met with shaft.
After five agonizing seconds, Archer ended the deadlock by pushing Lancer back with the sheathe arm, causing her to grunt as she skidded along the ground. Within seconds, the half-demon was upon her with katana raised before launching into several swift strokes.
"He's fast!" Lancer attempted to meet him blow for blow, the song of steel echoing in the night as Heroic Spirits clashed under the stars once more. Both sword and spear moved in blurs to quick for the eye to perceive, the intensity of the clash only matched by the wielders.
Archer would be the first to break through, knocking her spear aside with his sheathe before swinging Yamato in an upward diagonal arc. The steel would not find her flesh, though, as she leaped backwards and propelled herself into the air using her wings.
"Tch." The Servant of the bow clicked his tongue in annoyance before sending a volley of ethereal blades at the flying Lancer, who immediately took evasive measures and began dodging the flying swords.
"I sincerely hope Assassin has done her job by now." The blue-clad Son of Sparda though in annoyance "If not, things will become more complicated than intended from here on out."
Meanwhile, in the castle proper...
Kiritsugu was, needless to say, sprawled on the ground completely dazed. Then again, who wouldn't be when you decided to throw an HE grenade at an approaching Servant just a few feet away from their location which scattered the party?
"Ugh..." He groaned as he slowly staggered to his feet and observed the wreckage; the chandeliers that lit the once pristine hallways of the castle now lay in fragmented shards on the ground, the shattered glass reflecting the devastated battleground the place had become.
The Magus Killer had little time to contemplate nor recuperate; Even he was not so naive to believe that the explosion did Assassin in.
"I have to find them." He strode through the wreckage resolutely, hoping to find any sign of the other two females. He had to hurry; with Kirei and Assassin still in the castle, they were still in grave danger.
"Iri...Maiya...please be safe."
"Madame! MADAME!"
"Mmm...Huh?"
Irisviel von Einzbern slowly opened her ruby-tinted eyes. A few seconds of looking up at Hisau Maiya's extremely worried expression made her realize that she was on the floor, her head on the other girl's lap. Despite being dazed, she could see that the explosion had sent her and Maiya to a lower part of the mansion. Of course, if that hole in the ceiling was anything to go by.
"Thank goodness." The raven haired girl sighed in relief "You're alright."
"Have you..." Her soft tone of voice had a drowsy element in it "Have you seen Kiritsugu?"
"I haven't, but hopefully, he should still be nearby." Maiya assured her master's wife, even if she wasn't so sure herself "Can you stand?"
"Mhmm." Irisviel nodded as the other girl helped her to her feet "Any sign of-"
"Madam, look out!"
The silver-haired homunculus barely had time to react, so Maiya did what any sensible person did in that situation; she football tackled Irisviel down to the ground just in time to avoid razor sharp measuring tape that surely would've taken her head off.
"Wow! Nice save~!" Maiya cringed as she looked around, the telltale giggling all to familiar to their ears by now "Too be honest, I was hoping you'd duck that. It takes out the fun if you die too easily, y'know?"
"That is enough, Assassin." The deep baritone that belonged to Kotomine Kirei manifested as the Master-Servant pair stepped out of the shadows. The priest, in particular, was brushing off the soot from the wreckage Kiritsugu's surprise grenade brought "There is no time to horse around in the middle of a mission."
"Don't be such a stiff, Kirei-kun!" The pink-clad Agent of REVOCS playfully patted the taller man's shoulder "We may have lost him, but we found his girls didn't we?"
"Yes, that is true." The ever-stoic priest nodded before trailing his lifeless gaze at the pair and got directly to the point "Tell me, where is Emiya Kiritsugu?"
"We will never tell you where he is."
Maiya whipped her head almost immediately at Irisviel, who she had helped get to her feet, and saw the grim determination set in her ruby orbs
"I do not understand your determination, woman." The priest replied back "The lack of Command Seals means you are not the Einzbern Master, but a homunculus tasked to protect the Grail. Only sheer stupidity would make you urge to fight in the front lines. At least, not of your own will."
"Contrary to what you think, we are fighting of our own will!" Said vessel answered back with a fury rarely seen "And as long as we live, we will make sure you will never reach him!"
"...I see. Then I shall search elsewhere" After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, Kirei turned and began walking the opposite direction before abruptly stopping in his tracks. As much as Irisviel and Maiya wanted to stop him, they knew they cannot do that due to the obvious presence of their enemy's Servant.
"Assassin?"
"Yes~?" Said Servant responded upon being addressed
"Kill them."
"Okey dokey~!" Assassin stepped forward as Kirei strode away, her pace casual as she made her way to the pair with bad intentions beneath that childish grin.
"Shall we have fun, Einzbern-sama?"
Earlier...
"So, this is the OSG's Headquarters..."
Scarlette Valentine emerged from the portal she had conjured into the central hub of the Ordini Sancti Gladius' (a.k.a Order of the Holy Sword) base of operations. Though her employer had his dealings with them before, this would be the first time she had ever set foot in their headquarters. As her amethyst eyes scanned the compound, she had to give them their due; the Order ran a really tight ship.
"It's pretty big, huh?"
She turned to see her two associates step out of the portal. At seeing the brunette lad and pink-haired girl walk side-by-side, she couldn't help but smile; seeing the latest recruits Salem and Rachel pulled in reminded her of happier times.
Alas, there was no room for such a sentiment. Not here, not now.
"Indeed it is, Mr. Ouma." Her willowy blonde hair bobbed up and down as Scarlette let out a soft giggle "Though I do want to admire the sights, we have a job to do."
"Hey, it's Ms Valentine!"
"Yo."
She turned to see two people she had met a few occasions before; One was a girl, a blonde like her, who tied her hair in pig-tails and had green eyes. She was clad in a black trenchcoat that covered a white blouse and a plaid red skirt. The other individual was a man with spiky silver hair. His eyes were a blood red hue and his grin showed off gleaming shark-like teeth.
"If it isn't the future Mr. and Mrs. Evans." The deep red blush on both of their faces elicited a small laugh from the normally stoic Scarlette "I take it you two are here on business?"
"Not really. We were just on our way to the training room." Maka answered for the two before turning her attention to the two behind the other blonde "Hi, Shu! Hi, Inori! I haven't seen you two since that joint mission a while back!"
"We're doing well, Maka-san." Shu replied in kind with a smile "Uhm...is it okay if Inori and I trained with you? I want to gauge how much I've improved my Void abilities."
"Sounds cool." Soul spoke with a wide grin "Though you don't need to be so shy about it!"
"Soul is right." Inori spoke with a small smile "Any chance to re-establish control over the Void Genome that was carried over to your new body is a good one. Besides, I am more than willing to help you. You know that, right?"
"Uhm...yeah..."
"No need to gang up on poor Shu." Scarelette giggled before turning to Maka "I trust that you'll be able to keep things civil?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Then off you four go then." The secretary let a small smile form as she watched Shu and Inori get led to one of the training rooms by Maka and Soul before making her way deeper into the compound. As she went further in, she wondered how Salem and Rachel's modus operandi were similar to the Order's: Travel the vast multiverse to give fallen warriors a second chance in life to fight against those who would upset the balance. After all, it was how she herself was recruited in the first place.
She shook her head vehemently, knowing where this trail of thought led and stopping right there. She did not want to remember how she got here. The pain was simply too great.
"All right, I'm here." She stopped once she reached a door that was, without a doubt, the office of the Leader of the OSG, Edgar Silverstein.
"Here goes nothing." The blonde secretary took a deep breath before slowly pushing open the door to reveal the head of one of the major players in many a world; despite the heavy title, the man looked like someone just about her age; his fair features, silver hair, and mismatched brown and green eyes gave him a sort of otherworldly feel. He was clad in a pinstripe suit worn over a red dress shirt.
"Mr. Silverstein, I presume?"
The man looked up, his eyes locking with hers the moment he heard her voice "May I know who is speaking?"
"My name is Scarlette Valentine, secretary to Mr. Salem Azal. I am sure you're well aware of him?"
"Indeed I am." Edgar nodded, listening intently to what she had to say "Ms. Albarn and Mr. Ouma have worked together before. She even said that you made a call yesterday."
"Then you know why I am here." It was at this point that Scarlette got right to the heart of the matter "We need your help. Given the destructive nature the 4th Grail War had on your universe, we have come to ask for your aid in mitigating the damage ours will no doubt cause. The Order's track record shows of it's successes in these kind of matters. However..."
"However? You're doubting the resolve of the OSG?"
"Nothing like that, I assure you. However, my employer has a...concern regarding this War." The blonde witch kept her focused gaze trailed on his gaze "A concern that is mostly centered on YOU, Mr. Silverstein, and one that I honestly share."
"And how does this concern me?" Edgar dared ask, part of him curious and the other part of him a little anxious.
"'Tis best if I show you, Shadow Knight." She smirked when he blanched at the mention of his old title
"How did you-?!"
"All will be revealed in time." She said as she brought out a crystal ball with a snap of her fingers, the item slowly floating down into her hand "What you are about to see...well, I suggest you take a look at it yourself. The story will be told better that way."
Upon her prompting, Edgar Silverstein peered into the magical item (though he was a bit apprehensive about it at first) and saw two figures doing battle; one was a blonde girl clad in a blue battle dress he had seen before and the other is a silver-haired man clad in a blue coat wielding a katana.
What shocked him the most was the emergence of a third figure: a woman that can only be described as a warrior goddess descending the battlefield with spear in hand, her hair shimmering in the moonlight.
For Edgar, she was a sight all too familiar to him, stirring in him feelings he had not felt in the longest time.
"It...It can't be." he gazed into the orb with a stupefied expression, unable to tear his eyes from the woman who had captivated his heart many times over, a woman he quite literally killed a dragon for.
"Gwendolyn..."
Now.
"So you're telling me..." Edgar tore his gaze from the orb and right at Scarlette, his tone equal parts furious and shocked "That my wife-"
"Is fighting in this Grail War?" She opted to finish his sentence for him, keeping her cool despite being in the face of a man many times stronger than her "Yes, Edgar Silverstein- no, Oswald Edgarson, that's exactly what I am trying to tell you."
"But why?" He spoke, deflating a little but keeping his intimidating glare at her "And how do you know of my true identity?"
"That's not the issue right now." She said as she continued to speak "The issue my employer wishes to address is whether you can still do your job knowing that the very reason why you've fought in these accursed Wars is right there!"
"...So that's it then." Edgar spoke slowly after a moment of silence, trying to process everything he had seen, unable to believe that the wife he knew to be dead was right before his eyes, fighting the same War he had come to curse "You wish to see if I have the resolve to do what's right, even if it comes to my own desires?"
"That is correct."
"Then know this, Miss Valentine." The leader of the OSG met her gaze with one that spoke of his steeled resolve "The Order will do what needs to be done, no matter the personal cost."
Another moment of silence dawned upon them, one that ended when Scarlette's lips formed into a small smile "Then we have nothing to worry about, Mr. Silverstein. I will inform my employer of your resolve."
"Very well." Edgar nodded while she caused the crystal ball to vanish with a snap of her fingers "Now, if you don't mind, I have business to attend to."
"Yes, I will get out of your way now. I look forward to hearing from you again, Shadow Knight." Satisfied with what had just transpired, Scarlette stood from her chair and began making her way out of his office, but not before stopping for a moment and flashing Edgar a knowing smile.
"As for how I know your identity...well, I suppose I can say that we've come a long way from Erion...Brother-in-Law."
She made sure to memorize the bewildered look on his face before taking her leave to collect Shu and Inori.
Back to Einzbern Castle...
Kirei had begun his search for Kiritsugu in earnest, more than confident that Assassin will make short work of the two other women. At least, that's what he hoped she would do.
"Honestly..." the priest shook his head as he recalled every interaction with his Servant so far "She does not seem to be taking her responsibilities too loosely..." As he gave the matter more thought, however, he began to realize that it wasn't that she wasn't skirting off her responsibilities; on the contrary, she had obeyed his every order to the letter. It was just that she decided to have fun along the way, making sure to enjoy every bit of pain she caused if her dreams were anything to go by.
"But she took delight in the misery of others, something I have every reason to be against!" He argued with himself, still quite appalled with what he had seen "Does the fact that she was summoned as my Servant mean...I am the same?"
He had no time to ponder on that, though; The moment he heard the click of the Calico's trigger, he immediately reinforced his arms and brought them close to his chest. The makeshift shield proved effective as bullets bounced off him without leaving any visible damage.
"He's here..." Despite himself, Kotomine Kirei couldn't help but smile as the man he had marked as his rival stepped into view, the man who bore the same lifeless eyes as he "Emiya Kiritsugu."
No words were said as the priest brought his Black Keys to bear whilst his scowling opponent reloaded his own weapon. They knew that they would have to face each other eventually, it was just that they didn't think it would be this soon.
"Fervor, mei sanguis!"
Both turned to see another section of the castle get sliced to ribbons. What emerged from the rubble this time was not Assassin, though; the man that strode in stood tall in both height and stature, followed by what can only be described as a blob of mercury. On his face was a smirk that exuded the arrogance of the nobility, a notion further magnified by the tone of his voice as he spoke the next few words.
"I was hoping to find magi of high standing, but instead I find a two vermin whose suffering will not last very long."
Elsewhere...
"Aww, you're done already?"
Assassin's grin did little to hide the severity of the situation. Instead, it only served to magnify how bad things have become; At the pink-clad Servant's feet lay Maiya, battered and broken whilst Irisviel stood before her. Every fiber of the girl's being screamed at her to run, yet for some reason, she was rooted to her spot.
"Madam...Run..." The raven-haired woman grunted, struggling to reach for her machine pistol and get to her feet.
"That's enough out of you!" Assassin said with a sickening smile as she stomped on her prone opponent with just enough force to cause significant pain.
"No." Despite her fear, the silver-haired homunculus refused to leave Maiya behind "As long as I can fight...as long as it'll help Kiritsugu...I won't give up!"
With one swing of her hand, wires attached to her fingertips began whirring to life. As Assassin watched the spectacle with interest, they began to take the shape of an eagle just about the size of a big dog.
"Shape ist Leben!"
With almost no hesitation at all, Irisviel sent the construct straight at the Servant. She had no illusions that she would be able to defeat the Servant; she just needed her to be bound long enough for her to retrieve Maiya and make a hasty retreat.
"That's all?"
Irisviel could only look in horror as Assassin, with almost inhuman precision, jabbed her pinky at the eagle's chest just as it was about to swoop down at her. "Not bad for a quick patchwork, but the quality is pretty shoddy. All it takes is one pull, and..."
With almost fluid grace, the Grand Couturier showed just how she earned her title, dismantling the construct with nothing but her little finger.
"H-how..."
"I made a living working on the finest outfits, so it's my job to know these things." Assassin giggled as she slowly, but surely, pulled out her scissor blade "A pity I have to kill you, you would've been the perfect model~!"
"Leave me here and run! You must live on, Madam!" Maiya urged her as the Servant raised her weapon, preparing to cut her target down where she stood. Irisviel, on her part, couldn't move; She knew that even if she tried to escape, Assassin would catch up to her in no time. For all intents and purposes, it looked like the end.
"Strike Air!"
A mighty burst of wind blasted Assassin's chest with concussive force, the impact causing her to crash into one of the walls. The supposedly doomed Einzbern turned to gaze at her savior and, sure enough, a certain blue-clad knight had come to her aid just in the nick of time.
"Thank goodness I was not too late." Saber sighed in relief as she went closer to Irisviel "Are you hurt?"
"No." The other shook her head before training her gaze to their other comrade "Maiya's badly hurt, though."
"I see..." The King of Knights nodded her head before stepping past Irisviel "Retrieve Maiya and make your way to a safer place."
"What about you, Saber?"
As an answer, the blonde warrior took a battle stance as Assassin got to her feet, the Servant of the Shadow's grin only widening at the presence of a worthy opponent.
"I will see to this fiend." Saber spoke with a confident smile of a king who had felled every foe that came across her path "And make her see the error of her ways!"
Castle Grounds.
"Urk!"
Archer grunted as Lancer found a weak point in his defenses and thrust her spear forward, gashing his side and causing him a significant amount of pain. Not allowing pain to cloud his thoughts, he quickly planted his foot on her gut with a kick in an effort to create some distance.
Lancer, on her part, used her wings to soften her landing, then quickly began to charge her spear with Prana.
"Cyclone!" she roared as she swung her weapon upwards, creating a devastating twister aimed at her opponent that ripped anything in it's path apart.
"Enough!"
With one swing of Yamato, the force of nature was dissipated almost instantly to Lancer's shock. After a few heavy breaths, he slowly sheathed his weapon and examined his wound; to his surprise, his body wasn't closing up the wound as fast as it should.
"I see..." he concluded before taking a glance at Lancer's spear "It seems that dragons are not the only thing her Noble Phantasm can harm."
Lancer, on her part, did not come out unscathed herself; there were several cuts all over her body, most notable would be the one on her cheek.
"This man..." she thought as she kept her sapphire orbs on him "He is no mere human, that is for sure."
"You have done well, Lancer." Archer would be the first to speak after a while "I was hoping to face Saber, but you have managed to keep me interested."
"The feeling is mutual, Archer." The silver-haired Aesir answered back as she used her spear to support herself.
"Unfortunately, I will have to cut this short." The Son of Sparda spoke as the air around him became rather dense due to the prana building around him "Of course, if my Master will permit me to use this..."
"...Go ahead, Archer. Show me the pride of your legacy."
His lips curled into a smirk, Tokiomi's permission to use it allowing him to cut loose "Allow me to show, then, what a true demon looks like!"
With this exclamation, Archer's form changed instantaneously; his fair features were now replaced by a horned, demonic visage with glowing green eyes. His body was covered in blue scales while his hands and feet gained claws, though he still retains his blue overcoat.
Lancer could not help but gaze at him with equal parts awe...and fear.
"Behold!" Archer's voice, as warped as his new form, declared boldly as he drew Yamato once more "The legacy of my father, the Dark Knight Sparda! My greatest Noble Phantasm, Devil Trigger!"
End Chapter 6
OMAKE TIME!: Archer
"What in the world?"
Tohsaka Tokiomi could not believe his eyes as he watched what emerged from the Summoning Circle. Despite following every part of the ritual to the letter, what emerged from was definitely not the King of Heroes: For starters, what came out was a girl with thin, pale blue swaying hair that was casually short, but had tufts that were tied to the sides of her head. Her attire was a desert colored military jacket, bulletproof armor and combat boots of the same color and a white muffler around her neck.
What caught the Jewel Mage's attention the most was what the girl carried on her shoulder: a massive rifle whose barrel went well past her height.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, their tint matching that of her hair, and gave her Master a long analyzing gaze before finally speaking.
"So...looks like you're my Master."
"Tch, how bothersome."
For all intents and purpose, the ploy should have worked: That well-placed headshot back at the mansion should have convinced everyone that Assassin was out of the game. Yet, here she was, revealing herself to practically all the Servants present. So here Archer was, laying prone on her perch with her rifle (a Noble Phantasm she affectionately called "Hecate") deployed on a crane in the far side of the pier, her eye peering though her sight while watching Caster join the fray.
"Master." she spoke her thoughts as she locked on to her perspective target "I would like to try and eliminate Caster now, if you don't mind."
"You believe that you can make the shot from where you are? You are currently 1500m away from the battlefield"
With a confident smile, Archer answered back "A shot from this distance is like throwing a paper in the waste basket."
"Very well."
Archer took her aim drew a deep breath, calming herself to steady her aim. Then...
"The end."
With a confident smirk, Asada Shino a.k.a Sinon, "Goddess of the Underworld" and Archer of the 4th Grail War, pulled the trigger.
End Omake.
A/N: So the Battle for Einzbern Castle became a three parter. Huh, didn't expect that.
Anyways, another chapter of Fate/Zero Hour is now in the books! And by far, this is the longest chapter for this one I've ever written.
Gwendolyn: I agree. This is probably the most you've done in a chapter ever, with almost 6K words!
Good to know, Gwen. Anyways, I really don't got much to say, although Warriors by Imagine Dragons makes for a nice alternate theme song for this fic.
Sinon: Ahem!
Oh yeah, our Omake Archer's here with an announcement!
Sinon: Thank you. *Turns to readers* Fans of the GGO arc of Sword Art Online rejoice! K.O.B has plans to give me my own fic which focuses on my adventures after the Phantom Bullet arc. He'll start working on it soon, so keep an eye out!
Thanks, Sinon. Anyways, there's nothing left really. Lancer's stat sheet is below in case you wanna look at it and, as always, please leave a review! With that, this is the King of Beasts, signing off!
Sinon and Gwendolyn: Next time on Fate/Zero Hour: When Devils Cry and Angels Rise!
Servant: Lancer
True Identity: Gwendolyn Odinsdottir (Odin Sphere)
Title: Odin's Witch, Crownless Lord
Master: Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strength - B
Endurance - C+
Agility - A
Mana - A
Luck - D
Noble Phantasm - B
Class Skills
Magic Resistance - B
As a result of her lineage as well as her class, she gains protection against spells with chants below three verses
Personal Skills
Crossing Arcadia - A
As a Valkyrie in service of the Aesir, Lancer was granted wings that grant her flight, allowing her to traverse most obstacles with ease.
Pioneer of the Stars - A
In the Land of Erion, Lancer was considered one of the five prophesied heroes that would alter the fate of her world as she knew it.
High Speed Divine Words - C
Lancer's ability to cast spells is made possible due to the mystical properties of her spear, which is made of phozon crystals found only in the Underworld.
Guardian Knight - A+
Most of Lancer's notable victories have been due to an overwhelming desire to protect anyone dear to her, be it her dear husband or half-sister. As such, her defensive abilites are raised whenever she is defending her Master or someone dear to her.
Noble Phantasms
Psypher Spear (Gungnir): My Sister's Memento - Anti-Unit/Anti-Army - B
Given to her by her late sister Griselda as she died on the battlefield, Lancer's spear is a potent weapon said to be able to slay even the most formidable foes. Due to her using it to slay Leventhan, the last Dragon and last of the five harbingers of Armageddon as well as Odette, Queen of the Underworld, her spear is imbued with dragon-slaying and demon-slaying properties in addition to allowing her to use it as a conduit to cast spells.
It's rank has been lowered by one point due to it not having a name, but because Lancer never knew it's true name in the first place*
* - According to a reliable source, her spear was supposed to be named Gungnir after the same weapon in Norse Mythology, but the idea was scrapped for some reason.