The Sword's and Void's Paradox
*Author's Note
Sorry for the late update guys. Too much work had been passed to me last week which made my brain go nuts and after those work I got some nasty influenza for 4 days. Anyways, I'm done with the encoding of midterm grades here in the faculty room so I can go back my weekly update on this first fanfic of mine. For those who are wondering on what route I chose, well it will be a surprise XD Hope you enjoy this fourth chapter.
Again I OWN NOTHING…
Chapter 4 – Confrontations (Part 1)
Rin POV
Earlier I summoned the servant of bow who forgot his own identity. According to him, my incomplete summoning made his memories mixed up making his name to be forgotten. "I'll look later on his identity. Sigh. I'm really hoping to summon Saber but instead I got a nameless Archer." I muttered while investigating the bounded field which leads me on the school's rooftop. Suddenly, I felt a presence watching me from above the water tank. As I looked up, I saw a man having tight blue jeans holding a red spear with a smiling face sitting above it.
"Is this your handiwork?" I asked him while pointing on the sigil besides my left feet. "Nope. Stooping to dirty tricks is a mage's role. My kind simply fights when and where told. Isn't that right, my invisible buddy?" He said while looking to Archer in astral mode.
"He can see Archer!? Then he's…" I thought nervously as a ready myself to ask him a question. "So you can see Archer… Then, you're a Servant!"
"And if you know that little girl, can I assume that you're my enemy?" He said as he stands.
"Shoot, we are fenced on four sides making the fight's result to be a disadvantage on our side." I thought as I looked around.
"Impressive. You seemed ignorant but you have the gist of things. Boy, I really blew it. I shouldn't have let curiosity get the better of me and spoken up. " He said as he raised his spear making it a signal for me to something.
"Est ist groB. Est ist klein!" I reinforced my feet to burst my way towards the fence as I dodged his spear. "Vox Gott Es Atlas!" I chanted inwardly as I jumped toward the fence leading my way to the school yard. "Archer, handle the landing." I shouted without any second thought making my servant to carry me like a princess then letting me go as the momentum retains its balance.
"Archer." I shouted again as he go in his human form again while holding a black falchion. "Now that's more like it! I'm okay with people who get right down to business!" The man with red spear said while grinning.
"A Lancer class servant" I said towards him. "Indeed. Your Servant doesn't strike me as Saber, though. Who are you?" He shot back as he readied his spear while Archer's only reply was nothing but silence. "You don't seem like the proper, single-combat type, either. So, an Archer then" He said while making himself on standby position. "Go on! Take out your bow now, Archer. I'll wait for you."
"Archer? What's he…" "What the heck is he thinking? Alright then…" "Archer, you'll get no assistance from me. So right here and now, show me what you've got." After I said those words, they started fighting making the whole school yard in a really big mess. Each of their attacks made some craters each time they hit the ground. "So this is the battle between Servants…" I said unconsciously while watching the battle. Suddenly, Archer's falchion broke "Oh no!" making me shout in worry "Archer!" I saw him muttered some words making not only one falchion but two of them rest again on his hands.
"A dual wielder huh. A mere bowman who thinks he's a swordsman, eh?" Lancer said as he launched another attack on Archer.
"Twenty seven times… To think I've disarmed you twenty seven times yet you have still some more." Lancer suddenly said in the midst of battle.
"What's the matter? This wait-and-see approach isn't like you. Where did all the spirit go?" Archer shot back.
"Trying to provoke me, you sly old man? Fine, I'll ask the question. What land's hero are you? I've never heard of a bowman who wields two swords." Lancer asked him curiously.
"You, on the other hand, are easily identifiable. They say that only the swiftest heroes are chosen to be spearmen, and you stand head and shoulders above them. There aren't even three spearmen of your skill in the world. Add in a beast's agility, and that leaves but one." Archer interjected.
"Hoh, you flatter me Archer." Lancer said as he changed his stance. "Then, will you face my mightiest blow?"
"I won't stop you but you are an enemy I must overcome eventually." Archer said in confidence.
"This is bad… That massive amount of mana… He's obviously going to use his Noble Phantasm… If he attacks…"
"Who's there?" Lancer said while stopping his attack.
"A witness?" I thought.
*Cliffhanger again, hehe... At last, one of my schools finished their 1st quarter term already so my load will be back to a lighter one starting next week so expect more updates to come... Anyways, I'll upload the next chapter tomorrow... So this is another farewell for this day...