This night has gone from bad to worse. Kiritsugu thought as he looked through the scope at the Archer Class Servant that belonged to Tokiomi that had appeared on top of the light post. His form clad in the same golden armor when he had killed Assassin.
Who Kiritsugu still believed was alive, for he could not believe Kirei Kotomine would waste his Servant like that. No Kiritsugu believed it had been a performance, a way for Tokiomi to show of his Servant and make everybody else think that Assassin was dead so he could lurk in shadows. Without anybody being wiser.
For that was what he would have done.
But that wasn't his biggest concern right now.
He was terrified for Irisviel's safety, now that Archer was here. If he fired a volley of his weapons like he had done against Assassin at Saber the risk of Irisviel dying was higher than he would ever have like.
Kiritsuu contemplated using a Command Seal to have Saber run away with Irisviel as fast as possible. But Command Seals were precious resources, and he only had three of them, and they had to be used with careful usage. But for his wife, he would use all of them.
That was when Kiritsugu heard it.
The music.
Somebody was playing music.
It was familiar music to Kiritsugu's ears, it was a song that he hadn't heard in many years. An unbidden memory rose to the surface of his mind.
A memory of smiling boy sitting in front of a small tv as the hero defeated the villains while the boy cheered on hoping to be a hero just like him. Just like.
Kiritsugu crushed the memory, and he turned his scope towards where the sound was coming from, and where he saw another Servant jump out from between the containers and landing on another light post right in front of the Golden Archer. The Servant looked severely out of place among the others with seemingly a non-human body. He took a quick look at his Parameters and saw that they were good for not being one of the knight classes. Lowest being C and highest being A in Agility. So this would be a slippery one.
"Kiritsugu I have the Master of Lancer in my scope do I take the shot?" Maya asked over the radio.
"Wait, for now, only fire when the others Servants have left or if he decides to run away before that happens," Kiritsugu answered his assistant.
"Understood Sir."
The radio went silent on the warehouse he was laying across. His eyes on the unusual music playing Servant.
"Devilman," the words left his mouth as the Servant finished playing.
Xxx
Avenger bowed to the others as he finished playing his piece.
"I have half-mind to skewer you for interrupting me and playing such infernal music." Gilgamesh threatened him.
"Come now Archer that was a wonderful piece from our fellow Servant, that was the song of a hero. Now, are you going to introduce yourself? Caster if I'm to presume right? And will you join my army?"
"Sorry I don't Iskander follow show stealers, I had planned to be tonight's entertainment, but somebody decided to barge in and take the spotlight." That got a laugh out of the Rider. "And I'm sorry to hear you didn't like my song Archer, but is there something else that I can play that the King of Heroes, would approve of?" Avenger asked, revealing the identity of the golden Servant and that got a reaction from all the others.
As they realized what kind of opponent that they could face in the war.
"So, somebody is able to recognize my glory on the spot I commend you Servant, so I shall forgive you for the song." Gilgamesh seemingly forgave Avenger.
Guess that put him in a good mood. "I appreciate it, your Majesty, as for who I am. I am a Servant of Vengeance, I am Avenger!" Avenger introduced himself, and as he did, he saw Irisviel's face turn to stone. Well, that should mess with her mind for a bit, and it made it clear that she knew about the previous summoning of Angra Mainyu. But there was also a thought of concern Avenger had, and that was the lack of Berserker. Kariya should have already called upon Lancelot and ordered him to attack Gilgamesh.
But he hadn't, and that was concerning, had his presence already changed events without his knowledge. That could potentially be troublesome.
Avenger would have to deal with that later.
"Tell the truth Servant!" And that was Kayneth opening his stupid mouth. "There are only seven Classes of Servants you have to be either Berserker or Caster. Lancer take him down."
Avenger heard the squall of fear that came from Waver hiding in Iskander's chariot.
"My magi of this time sure are foolish speaking like they know everything." Commented Gilgamesh, and delivering a sick burn to Kayneth's pride, making the magus growl that could be easily heard. "Hear me, Servants! I have turned my eyes upon you and found most of you as prober amusement. So, I shall fight against the last of you in combat." At that, the King of Heroes went into spiritual form, and Avenger laughed internally. He had not expected that to happen, but it seemed that no mad dog here, he would be in a significantly better mood.
"Ah, it seems that this night did not go as planned. Now Saber, Lancer, Avenger. I shall not interfere with your duel. Now Master, watch as Servants fight to their fullest." Iskander said as he dragged Waver up for all to see. The young magus was beginning to severely regret participating in the war. Especially now that he had to confront his former teacher, the man was going to kill for stealing his catalyst. Maybe he had already forgotten about him and wasn't able to recognize him.
"Waver Velvet." Or not. "So, you were the one who stole my catalyst, I shall teach you the true meaning of combat between Magi later after Lancer kills your Servant." Kayneth threatened him and Waver swallowed the ball of spit that had formed in his throat.
"So, you were going to be my original Master? If so I would never have followed a man like you who hides in the shadow doesn't stand by their Servant in battle, like my own and Sabers. But where is your Master Avenger? Is he to hiding somewhere here?"
Avenger chuckled as he heard the question from Iskander. "Sorry, but I'm my own Master now." He answered and the meaning of his words.
"You killed your Master?" Arturia asked me shock on her face.
"Of course I killed my summoner, my Skills allows me not to need one, besides he was scum, so the world is now better off without him," Avenger told them the truth. "Now when I think that we've talked enough, now let's dance!" He shouted as he jumped off his light pole and landed a few from Lancer.
He smirked beneath his armor as he utilized his Wildfire Skill. He moved his sword over his hand like before, music was produced but also where Lancer stood he was cut by several fiery slashes.
Saber cursed internally as she witnessed the medium range that The self-proclaimed Avenger Servant possessed. It would be troublesome to fight against if he could just deliver attacks like that. If she was going to fight against him the first place for it would be nice to finish her duel against the Knight of Fionn. She knew that most tactical option would be to just the two of them fight each other, and it would be best if Lancer lost so that cursed wound she had been inflicted with disappeared.
"Irisviel, should we retreat for now?" Arturia asked her proxy-Master.
"Yes, it would best if we retreat, he can tell us the result later, or your wound will give confirmation," Irisviel responded back.
Arturia gave her a nod before taking a quick look at the fight between Avenger and Lancer.
Just in time to see the red Servant almost impale Lancer with a thrust of his sword.
Avenger swiped to the side with graceful movements like he was dancing instead of fighting. And that really was he was doing, despite the shape of the sword. The knowledge he gained from Salieri in terms of combat wasn't usual sword techniques for a long sword like this. These were rapier techniques, for he had been taught by d'Eon in life, due to the relationship with the royal family and having the French spy as a friend. That was something that had surprised, Avenger when it really shouldn't have. Salieri was a Frenchmen and all important French people from that time period basically knew each other.
While Lancer did have greater skill with his spears than Avenger with his sword, along with a having higher agility and Eye of The Mind. Avenger would win the proves of the current physical match.
For he had an advantage over the spearman.
He knew the rhythm of Lancer thanks to viewing the fight between Saber and Lancer.
Diarmuid was now his instrument that he could free play like a Master, not without difficulty, but he had a sheet he could follow, even if he missed a few notes.
Such was the power of music and sound.
Along with another thing he could do.
His sword flared with magical energy, that if one looked closer at it, one could see it Vibrate!
Avenger thrusted his sword at Lancer's head, but the man managed to dodge and counter cutting him with Gae Dearg. An unforeseen obstacle he had not thought about as it could cut through the Wailing Armor and damage him. He could fix it up, but it cost energy to do so every time it was cut, and the wounds were starting to accumulate.
And the Lancer knew that, and that was why he thought he would win, but that would not be the case.
Avenger's sword struck a metal container instead of the Celt's head.
He turned around quickly and hit Gae Buidhe with his sword the Lancer being sent back a little.
"Sorry, Lancer but our duel is about to end as we seem to be down to only your Master, along with Rider and his Master as our audience, and this play has gotten stale," Avenger stated.
"You speak with words of confidence Avenger, you have taken more damage than me, and my Master has been able to heal my wounds, while that Armor of yours is only thing allowing you to fight and soon it will crumble. This fight will end, and I shall be the winner, but know this, this has truly been a great duel."
"You're wrong about that Lancer, you're already dead," Avenger responded.
"What!" Lancer said, and that was when he heard it. A high pitch sound that seemed to be ringing that came from two places. One was from behind Avenger, the second source was from he his golden spear.
It was a second later heard the pitch reach it high and when the container Avenger had before seemingly exploded. And a second later the spear in his hand followed damaging his hand, making it look like a broken mess.
Leaving Lancer with only one working hand and one spear.
Diarmuid was in shock as he looked at the remains of his destroyed spear.
"How, how the hell did you do that?" Was the only thing he could say as he turned his eyes to look at the person that had broken his Noble Phantasm.
"Quite, simple it is something called resonance demolition, using frequencies and vibrations to destroy objects. It probably wouldn't have if your Noble Phantasm had been of a higher Rank." Avenger admitted, but what he didn't admit was that it had been a gamble and he hadn't been sure it would have worked. Heck, he was surprised it had on the Yellow Rose. But he had been able to pull a Scaramouch. "And like I said this is over," Avenger said, he rushed forward with all his speed and thrusted his sword right into Lancer's side That was when dark energy quickly began to twist around it before being unleashed.
That was the end as Avenger blew out the entity of Lancer's left side. To bad Diarmuid, didn't have Battle Continuation, unlike a certain, other Celtic man, if so he would still have been able to fight instead of dying on the spot. He had wanted to use them to finish of Diarmuid, but he didn't want to reveal all of the cards he could play.
Visibly on the outside Avenger was calm and collected as whipped his sword of Lancer's blood.
But internally he was screaming of joy, as he realized he had fucking managed to defeat Lancer and the second night of the War, drastically altering the way things were going to go now. If he could do that he could now certainly do what other thing's he had planned.
Next stop was the Matou Mansion to rescue Sakura.
"Master of Lancer, I advise you to leave Fuyuki City and this harbor right now, before the Magus Killer still here decides to but a bullet in your head for good measure."
That was when Avenger heard the sound of a gun being fired and when the sound of metal hitting metal.
Guess Kayneth had been smart enough to bring his little orb of Mercury with him.
Avenger heard several more shots being fired as he turned his head to look at Waver and Rider. "I hope you enjoyed tonight's number King of Conquerors, next time I shall bring an even better symphony.
"It was an exquisite performance Avenger, shame about Lancer, would have liked to see him finish his duel with Saber. So I hope your performance against her will be as twice as grand. Come now Master, let us return to base and strategize!"
At that rider's chariot began to move pulled by its divine bulls into the air.
Waver screaming in fright.
Avenger chuckled as he heard the young magi.
Avenger had changed the future, by making it, so Kayneth was still alive, and probably survive escaping the city. Unless Kiritsugu decided to blow up the hotel prematurely. If so he would have some serious grudges to avenge.
One Heroic Spirit down five more to go. Avenger thought as he jumped into the night air, humming a tune as he refueled his mana tanks for healing.
Xxx
A devious smile was on Caster's lips as she looked at the image she had scryed upon her the reflection of her water-filled cauldron.
"Miss Caster have you found somebody that can help Uncle yet." Caster looked through her veil at the purple haired young girl that was no higher than the length of her knees
"I do indeed have my apprentice, and he seems to be heading towards us at this moment. So let us give him a welcome." Caster told her.
The girl stood up on her toes so too look at the reflection turned image. "Wow, he looks like one of Onii-Chan's manga superheroes the girl commented in wonder.
And Caster couldn't help but smile at the girl's cheerfulness that had seemed to have been violated out of her by the worm. Oh, she despised the thing when she had first looked upon the mockery of a human being, and for wasting such a magical potential in the girl had, by making her go through that. Now, Caster had fixed her up but kept the hair as it was a much better hair color than the black one.
Xxx
Donate to my P A Treon. com (slash) TheBlacklightProjekt if you want to help me as a creator. And now take commissions, which is you paying for me to write any one-shot you want. Price depends on the length of One-Shot
