So yeah I'm pretty much still alive, haven't fallen off a roof, run over by a horse, eaten poisoned fish or whatever you thought might have happened to me. Anyway, this is the fourth chapter of my story and finally things are beginning to get really, really interesting! Again, still blown away from all the attention that this story has been getting. Thank you so much! Still no more word on my other stories I'm afraid, struggling with writer's block and all that. Really sorry for that my loyal supporters! The fact that Fate Zero: The King of Ghouls is most probably my favourite written work at the moment has absolutely nothing to do with it. I stand above such petty favouritism! . . . . . . . mostly.
Some of you may think Kaneki was be acting out of character, but he actually isn't. As the Black Reaper, Kaneki was calm, cold and calculating. Don't be afraid to review or comment. Also, don't forget I like having discussions with people as well. Anyway, the disclaimers of this story haven't changed in the slightest since my latest update. Finally, I don't own Tokyo Ghoul or Fate/Stay Night in any way, shape or form.
In other news, Touken is finally canon! I supported it and I totally called it!
Question I was hoping someone would answer for me: is Zouken unable to bare the Command Seals of a Master due to his spaghetti-worm body? Thank you.
Do enjoy.
Kaneki was dying.
He was tired, very tired, his powerful body having finally given out from the countless amounts of physical abuse and mental trauma accumulated over the course of several years. That, mixed with the wounds from his last battle, had been enough to finally push him over the edge. His life was now seeping away from him as he lay on the hard ground, unable to move nor speak. He grimaced, coughing up small flecks of blood. Feeling desperation, then gradual acceptance settle over him, he tried to move his remaining intact arm. Above him, bright lights obscured his vision.
Eto would have certainly loved the symbolism of it, had she still been alive.
Several black-clad figures were also unmoving alongside their broken weapons. They weren't the only ones. A score of child-sized Quinx were amongst the deceased as well, having accumulated in number over the course of the battle. It had been merciless. Before the fighting had started, the surrounding area had been grey. Now it was mostly crimson. There were also a few other bodies he could not remember, the carnage having been going on for a while. The numerous bodies littering the floor was a truly fitting image, Kaneki decided.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard very faint shouting.
Furuta wasn't too far away, expression caught halfway between laugher and panic. An odd expression. Nevertheless, it brought Kaneki some measure of closure, lessening the smothering pressure. Blood seeped down once neatly combed hair, trailing downing the lifeless face of the Washuu King, crimson liquid collecting around his stomach where he had been impaled and pinned to the floor with his own quinque. The sight was definite, even with limited vision. Satisfaction filled him. Furuta was definitely dead this time.
Along with . . .
'King Arthur is a woman?' Berserker thought with a large dose of surprise and disbelief, shattering the pale expressionless façade for a mere instant.
That piece of information certainly caught him off guard.
Kariya's surprise could also be felt through their link.
Lancer had actually been the one to deuce Saber's true identity, apparently one Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, otherwise known as Diarmuid of the Love Spot of the Knights of Fianna according to Saber. That revelation hadn't been as much of a surprise. Berserker himself had only been several seconds behind the female Servant's deduction. After all, there were only so many Celtic heroes that wielded spears capable of negating magic and dealing out unhealable injuries: Gáe Dearg and Gáe Buidhe respectively. The Reaper's mind almost instinctively analysed the threat level that the Servant of the Lance might pose to him, only taking a few moments to arrive at a conclusion. Not a too major one for sure. In a one-on-one fight, Berserker was certain he would hold the advantage over Lancer, even if the yellow spear held the capacity to pierce him. He would need to conduct some research into that particular Noble Phantasm later just be sure.
That left one other Servant to consider.
On the other hand, Saber was . . . rather unique.
Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, wielder of Excalibur and perhaps the famous and renowned of all rulers. The King of Knights.
Power wise, Saber held the advantage over Lancer. That legendary blade, hidden by magic, was certainly a viable threat. Berserker would need hold some leverage over her when they fought. Her true gender was confusing. Kaneki had never been an expert of British legends, but he had read several book translations back in his human days. Unlike some, he had never questioned the legend. He just read it like any other book. Although some works deviated from each other, the major parts of the legend all remained the same. Few had questioned those points and neither had he. There had never been any signs to indicate King Arthur was female. That perhaps the most famous ruler in existence wasn't actually a man.
Historians would probably blow a gasket if news of this ever managed to get out. Berserker shook his head at the thought.
Back to the matter at hand . . .
There was one other party as well to consider as well.
Assassin was completely unmoving, resembling a lifeless gargoyle with his non-existent movements. No actions had been made by said individual to indicate aggressive behaviour towards the two Servants or the two Masters. Berserker, however, was still on guard. If the assassin was competent enough, he would unlikely attack when Saber and Lancer were capable of instantly jumping to their Master's defence with a single Command Spell. If Assassin was looking for an opportunity to strike, then he was in a bind just as Berserker was.
However, the problem would abruptly come to a halt if Saber or Lancer died.
Saber and Lancer had once again disengaged and had retreated several feet back from each other. Both knights were preparing to meet each other again in the centre. Lancer had been marked several times, but it was clear who was at a disadvantage. Saber could no longer move her left thumb due to the curse inflicted upon it by Gáe Buidhe, meaning she was unable to wield Excalibur as efficiently as before. At the very least until the curse was broken. That had been proven when the female Master with white hair had tried – and failed to heal the injury.
"Master, Assassin doesn't seem too inclined to make a move at the moment."
Kariya hummed in agreement.
Berserker frowned. He was experiencing a boiling feeling in the pit of his stomach. That, along with his grating nerves, could only be described as a combination of frustration and slight impatience. Whilst an ever changing individual, the inability to do nothing but watch an unfolding situation was something that had always put him on edge.
Just how much longer until more Servants were attracted to the scene?
The sound of thunder from overhead answered him.
Sometimes Kaneki wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve this.
Uryuu Ryuunosuke was a simple young man with extreme tastes.
He took pride in his work, his mind deriving twisted pleasure from what his hands created.
The multiple acts of macabre 'art' that lay pinned to the surrounding walls and pillars were proof of that, the results of several days of hard work.
Both of his eyes were practically glued to the crystal ball, the young man elated by the scrying spell created by his newest companion.
Gilles De Rais, otherwise known to Ryuunosuke as Caster.
Under normal circumstances (whatever derived as normal to Ryuunosuke), he would have focused his time under creating new and more creative ways to enjoy this projects, but the past few days were quickly proving themselves unforgettable to the young murderer.
"SO COOOOOOOOOOL!"
Saber instantly jumped back as cackling lightning landed on the ground in front of her. Across from her, Lancer did the same, leaping a fair distance back. Both Servants readied their respective weapons in face of the probable threat. Saber grimaced as a roaring sound pressed against her ears. Even with the sudden light partially blinding her vision, Saber was just able make out something that was rapidly descending from the sky, somehow defying the laws of weight and gravity. Something massive, with a rider that was being pulled by two large oxen.
Was that a chariot or were her eyes deceiving her?
The loud noise was close enough now to be identified as laughter mixed together with a roar cry.
The King of Knights recoiled as the massive object slammed into the ground, kicking up a dust cloud from the damaged concrete.
Saber couldn't help but be taken aback slightly as the dirt dispersed to reveal a man of great height with the reins clutched in his calloused hands. Thanks to his natural size and the fearsome chariot underneath him he towered over both her and Lancer. She looked down and saw a massive spike producing from the wheel closest to her. A bull snorting and shaking it's head drew her attention to the front where she saw a massive battering ram producing in-between the two animals pulling the weapon of war. The King of Knights could feel the high level of mana producing from the device, a Noble Phantasm with almost no doubt.
Corded muscles bulged underneath the driver's tanned weathered skin as he moved. Over his bronze armour he wore a crimson furred cloak large enough to partially cover his massive bulk. When he shifted slightly Saber caught sight of a large sword strapped to his waist. Wild red hair ran down his weathered face, collecting underneath his chin to form a trimmed beard. Even with his size, his most catching feature were his eyes, bright orbs that were full of intelligence and mystery. Overall, there was no denying the power that this one possessed, regal and proud.
This man was without a doubt a Servant.
Saber readied herself, preparing to rush to Irisviel's aid-.
"Both of you, stay your weapons for you are in the presence of a king!" Said king boomed.
What.
The Servant paused briefly as if he actually expected them to stop. Once it became obvious neither Saber nor Lancer had no intention of listening to him he continued where he left off, raising his massive trunk-like arms above his head, unaware of the bewilderment his entrance and actions had caused.
"I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. I am also the Rider class Servant for this war. Fate would have meet at foes, bound together in conflict over the Holy Grail. Instead, I propose: how about surrendering the Grail to me and joining me and my army? I will treat you both as my friends, and then we shall all enjoy the fruits of world conquest together!"
Arturia's mind was having trouble comprehending what her eyes were showing. Various emotions swirled around the flabbergasted king's head, the most prominent of which being disbelief. Then Rider's request registered on her ears and she felt anger and irritation swell up with the force of hot air. Her grip on Excalibur tightened.
Lancer was of a similar opinion. The Servant shook his head politely. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline. My loyalty already belongs to another man."
His eyes tightened to slits. His demeanour changed, expression twisting into a glower.
"Not you Rider!"
"So, you choose to interrupt our duel", Saber made her own displeasure known, "just to propose such an absurd offer?! An unforgivable insult."
Rider didn't react with anger at their blunt refusal. Rather, the large man sighed in disappointment. "I'd be willing to discuss-."
"Shut up!" Saber and Lancer snapped.
Rider opened his mouth to speak but Saber beat him to it.
"Besides, I myself am a king responsible for Britain's wellbeing. No matter what status you may bear, I cannot be reduced to the rank of subject."
Iskandar looked intrigued.
"King of Britain you say?" He exclaimed in delight. "I never would have thought the King of Knights was a little midget."
Saber was seriously considering asking Lancer for a temporary break so that she could use the time to murder Rider right here and now.
"Would you like to taste this woman's sword now Rider?"
The object of her ire merely groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, it looks like negations are over. What a disappointment. What a shame."
"Rider!"
Berserker frowned. This changed the situation.
Another Servant had joined the fray, one who apparently was unable to see the logic of concealing your identity.
Or he just didn't care.
Berserker and Kariya hadn't been able to locate the Rider Servant or his Master. After the first day of searching, the use of familiars and extra hands had been employed in order to cover more ground. Even then, they had been unable to locate them. Considering what he had just seen from Rider's entrance, the fact that they had been unable to find even the smallest lead was rather baffling.
Indigent shouting caught his attention.
Rider's Master was a small thing, young and clad in black and white with a figure that possessed little muscle or fat, resembling a rather fragile twig. His age had be somewhere around his late teens, though in the presence of three Servants he might as well have been aged ten. With Rider standing right next to him, the black haired boy would have been barely noticeable at all, if not for his ceaseless whining.
'That boy shouldn't be participating in this conflict. He's going to get himself killed or even worse.' Berserker thought, something resembling anger manifesting at the child's foolishness. Stray memories of another small, skinny, dark haired child sprung forth from the corner of his mind, thrust into a world that he was unprepared for, sacrificing everything he had and more just to stay alive-.
The Servant of Madness ruthlessly shoved the thoughts away and focused back on the events unfolding below. Three Servants gathered in one place, all possessing high stats.
He wasn't the only one growing increasingly concerned.
"Another Servant . . . damn. The situation is g-getting out of hand."
The Black Reaper nodded slightly.
"Agreed. Safely eliminating Assassin may no longer be a viable opinion. We need a change in strategy."
"What would you recommend we do?"
Berserker was surprised. Though not directly implied, Kariya was allowing him to make the next choice in action. Had the frail man actually gained such a high impression of his Servant in such short a time frame?
He mulled for several moments before responding.
"You? It's no longer safe for you to be this close to the battlefield. Take Fuka and head back to your apartment."
Kariya was now growing curious, despite himself.
"You have something planned." It wasn't a question.
Berserker chuckled humourlessly, pressing his thumb against the index finger of his right hand, producing an ominous cracking sound.
"I suppose you could say that."
Energy the colour of night encased his invisible form.
"I suppose it's time to get started, is it not?" Inquired a curious voice.
Kaneki didn't even turn. He rolled his neck from side to side, getting rid of the soreness that had begun to build there.
"Of course."
"That idiot actually nearly conquered the known world?" Kiritsugu muttered in disbelief out loud, more to himself then to Maiya.
This standoff was at this rate going to turn into a full blown out disaster.
Still, the situation was containable if the cards were played right. If things came to worse, shooting Lancer's Master with Maiya covering him would turn things back in their favour.
"So it was you."
Kiritsugu focused his scope back on Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. Even if he couldn't see his face, the Magus Killer easily recognised the voice from various recordings taken by several familiars. So his sources had been correct, Kayneth had been chosen as a Master for the Holy Grail War.
Kayneth was currently using magecraft to enhance the power of his cold, condescending voice, lecturing Rider's Master, Waver Velvet, for stealing his catalyst. He continued on, threatening to kill Waver whilst at the same time lecturing him for believing himself to be capable enough to actually enter the Grail War.
Kiritsugu was tempted to assassinate the arrogant magus right then and there. At the same time, he was considering doing the exact same to Waver as well. Killing the boy would be a kindness in the long run. Said boy looked on the verge of breaking down in fear at the mere sound of his teacher's voice, hiding in the chariot for whatever meagre protection it provided.
"Maiya, can you see Kotomine anywhere?"
"Negative."
The Magus Killer merely nodded in acceptance. Earlier intel reported that the mysterious enigma of a priest had taken refuge in the Church. It would make sense for him to remain there, especially if he possessed more than one Servant.
A small frown shifted his lips as the scope of his rifle descended back down to where the Servants were.
"Oi mage!" Rider shouted out at the shadows, once again hurting Saber's ears with his voice.
"From the sound of things, you intended to be my Master instead of this boy." He paused slightly before continuing, tone rapidly becoming accusing. "Do you intend to make me laugh? Only someone willing to make the effort to ride into battle with me, regardless of how they may feel, could ever hope to be worthy of being my Master. Someone of your ilk who hides in the darkness like a coward could never hope to pass my standards!"
Iskandar finished his tirade with a bellowing laugh that echoed over the whole area.
Saber frowned. While her initial opinion of Rider had risen slightly (only slightly), the overbearing Servant was proving to be quite irritating. Her match with Lancer still hadn't continued thanks to him.
She also hadn't felt the slightest indication to forgive him for his earlier 'comment' concerning her.
Saber was about to ask Iskandar if he intended to continue to interfere with her business with Lancer when the King of Conquerors spoke again, though not this time at Lancer's Master.
"All of you who still conceal themselves in the shadows, come forth."
"What are you talking about, Rider?" Saber demanded, despite taking a few seconds to understand the meaning behind his words. It made sense, unfortunately, that several Servants would investigate the honourable duel between her and Lancer. She made eye contact with Irisviel where she still stood. Protecting the Homunculus were her real Master's standing orders. Also, If bad came to worse, she would have to forgo her match to ensure her charge's safety.
From Lancer's facial expression he had come to the same realisation as her.
Rider began to speak again but suddenly stopped. His stance suddenly stiffened slightly. Even if she couldn't see his face from where he faced, Saber could see the tension in his posture. His eyes widened as she heard it too.
The sound produced by materialisation.
Whipping Excalibur in the sound's direction of origin, Saber's hair whipped across her face as a vortex of dark mana measuring over six feet in height appeared ten metres or so in front of Rider's chariot. A human-like shape was outlined underneath the energy for several moments before the barrier completely disappeared, revealing what stood underneath. She tensed as a strange feeling came over her, a pressure in the air that was similarly produced by herself, Lancer and Rider.
Another Servant had appeared.
This one instantly put Saber and Lancer on guard, both of them levelling their respective weapons in the fourth Servant's general direction. The new Servant, male from his build, did not react to their raised arms, merely observed them with a single eye. He didn't raise his guard in response to their movements, instead keeping his arms hanging limply from his sides, leaving himself completely open to attacks. It was almost as if he were daring them to try and attack him.
A suit made from black leather encased the wearer's lithe, but physically fit form from neck to toe. Saber was unable to identify the maker. The suit's skin-tight sleeves extended to the Servant's wrists. The hands were pale and otherwise unremarkable, save for nails the colour of night. As odd as the clothing was, it was the mask covering the face that set her on edge. Where should have been a mouth was a lipless set of false teeth that snarled viciously, gums exposed for all to see. The rest of the black mask hid three quarters of the face, a matching eyepatch hiding the right eye from view. The other eye, a predatory grey, stared at her and the other two Servants.
Assassin scowled underneath his jawless skull mask. It was unusual for him or any of his brethren for that matter, but right now he was unnerved.
Where had this newest Servant come from and why hadn't he detected him until now?
Unlike Saber and Lancer, he had noticed the significant mass of prana atop Fuyuki Bridge and hadn't been surprised or taken aback at Rider's arrival.
While he fell far short of an Archer-class Servant, he specialised in long-tern surveillance and information gathering. Of all the Assassins, he was second to none when it came to these certain 'activities' which was why Kotomine Kirei had selected him for this task. He allowed himself to take pride in this fact, which was why he couldn't help but feel slightly pissed off that another Servant had escaped under his gaze for so long. It grated on his nerves. Prehaps killing the Master would make do for now?
Assassin grinned to himself. Palming several throwing dirks, he stood.
He stilled as Kotomine's calm, yet commanding voice halted him.
"Don't deviate from your current assignment. Continure to observe for now."
Assassin was startled. Opening his mouth, he began to protest.
"My Master, the enemy Servant's owner would have to be nearby. I can-."
"Your opinion is noted and ignored Assassin. Cease your rashness and continue to observe."
Assassin didn't speak, allowing the link with Kotomine to convey that he understood.
That didn't mean that he liked it.
Assassin's thoughts shifted to Kotomine.
Kotomine Kirei.
Such a strange man, Assassin thought. Still, a distasteful sensation spread across his tongue when he uttered the man's name. In the beginning, upon being summoned, most of the Assassins found themselves to be satistfied with the odd priest acting as their Master. Assassin himself had to admit that the man had his talents. Had it been another age prehaps, the man surely would have made for an excellent kin. He certainly had the right mindset and capabilities for it.
Kotomine didn't have any passon or desire. He acted as the relay for their orders which didn't even orginate from their Master in the first place. Instead they were given their instructions from Archer's Master, Tohsaka Tokiomi. How both men had become Masters was beyond Assassin's comprehension. Many of his brethren were of similar opinions.
It was simply disgraceful.
Their chances of succeeding would certainly rise with a new Master.
Still, for now, Assassin continued to watch from atop the crane while keeping his inner thoughts to himself.
The unknown Servant tilted his head slightly to one side. He made not a single noise as six sets of eyes zeroed in on him.
Slowly, he raised a single hand, cracking the index finger of his other hand.
"Greetings."
Rider was the first to recover, a grin stretching his face to nearly unnatural proportions.
"Hahahahahaha!" He chuckled in mirth. "I did not notice you there. To think I would have the pleasure of meeting three Servants in a single night!"
Eyepatch showed no visible reaction, though he did focus his attention solely on Iskandar. When he spoke his voice was neutral.
"Once cannot simply ignore an invitation from the King of Conquerors. To incite your wrath would be most unwise."
Rider opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.
"World conquest could not hold less interest to me. I must say though, you have a very interesting way of approaching diplomacy Rider. It even caught me off guard." Eyepatch spoke, his tone cold but mild as though they were merely discussing the weather instead of negotiating terms for a competition to the death.
Rider didn't appear offended. If anything, he seemed deeply amused if his expression was anything to go by.
"Such a shame. Someone as fearsome as you have made a great addition."
"Flattery will get you nowhere." Eyepatch said in response, completely ignoring Saber and Lancer as they watched the exchange.
"Hahaha! Such a shame! Would an alliance interest you?"
"Alliances can be double edged swords in this type of conflict."
"Bah, I'll risk it!"
"Your offer is most generous. I will make sure to inform my Master of your offer."
Saber was beginning to wonder if the past Holy Grail Wars had been anything like this one.
Kiritsugu scowled in irritation as his scope zoomed in on the unknown Servant. The situation was getting out of hand.
With another (unknown identity with unknown motives) Servant on the scene, Saber would now be forced to keep her guard up against three potential enemies if they decided to attack. Ire would be left completely vulnerable if such a thing occurred.
But why appear when called upon? It was highly illogical to appear in such a hostile environment. Stepping out of the shadows made no sense. This new Servant didn't appear to be a complete fool, like Rider was. Kiritsugu was sure there was a reason behind the new Servant revealing himself.
Telling Maiya to continue watching Assassin, Kiritsugu began sweeping the surrounding area for the newest Servant's Master.
As the unknown Servant and Rider continued conversing with each other, Saber tried to determine what class the former belonged to.
She dismissed the Berserker class almost immediately. The newest addition was undoubtedly sane and moved far too sleekly for one who had surrendered themselves to madness at some point in their lives. She also considered Archer briefly as well. He moved quick enough to belong to that particular class and was muscular enough for the role, but there also existed several other factors, the primary one being that he didn't possess a bow as far as she could see or any other type of throwing weapons on his person. There was also the Tohsaka Servant to consider as well. Finally, something in her gut was saying that without a doubt, this Servant was not Archer. Assassin was also ruled out. She had not sensed the mysterious Servant which supported the idea. However, Assassin, dead or not, had already been counted amongst the Servants that she knew of, having been seen by Kiritsugu's familiars just moments after the summoning of the final Servant.
Which just left Caster.
"By the way, before I forget, which class of Servant are you?" Rider asked.
"Berserker."
Saber nearly choked in surprise.
This Servant was Berserker?
Saber couldn't sense any kind of deceit in his words but she still slightly doubted his claim. As far as she knew, all prior Berserkers had been summoned with the Mad Enhancement as a Class Skill, stripping them of all sense of logical thought, reducing them to little more than mindless beasts, completely and utterly bloodthirsty. Irisvial and Waver appeared to be just as confused as she felt. Lancer's facial expression was unreadable, staring at the Masked Servant intently.
Rider seemed to accept the answer, eyes shining in clear interest. He opened his mouth but was suddenly interrupted , this time by Lancer.
"Whether or not you are Berserker is of little concern to me Servant!" Lancer spoke, anger lacing each individual word. "Do you seek to interfere with our duel?"
Berserker turned to look at the Irish Servant slowly. Saber wished that the infernal mask would vanish, lest so she could understand what the former might be thinking from his facial expression.
The Masked Servant chuckled rather darkly, sending a shiver down Saber's spine.
"Not in the slightest Lancer. As a matter of fact, I tracked you down to the docks first and was watching before Saber showed herself. As a matter of fact, I was perfectly content allowing you and Saber to kill each other off."
A moment of silence as those present absorbed what Berserker just said.
Lancer frowned in confusion.
"Then what?-"
Berserker cut across him.
"You see, I'm merely the distraction."
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Lancer blinked once - then realisation came over his features and he whirled whilst shouting. "My lord!"
A startled shout mixed with surprise and fear rang out. Green eyes widening, Saber sped to her friend's side, placing herself firmly in front of her charge, sword held at the ready. Once she was sure that the other woman was safe, the King of Knights sought out the voice's point of origin.
There, atop the nearest shipping container, was Lancer's Master. The man's face was a combination of rage and uncertainty, clenched hands badly shaking at his sides. A black figure with dark hair and red gloves stood right behind the magus, bearing a sword. It was a thin, crimson, double-edged blade and was being held against the Master's throat.
Everyone's attention was on the two. Lancer's eyes were wide with rage. He turned to face Berserker, spears held posed to strike. "You dare!"
"Yes", Berserker nodded his head in agreement. "I dare."
Lancer moved, Almost too fast for Saber to follow. The male Servant closed the distance in under a second and stabbed Gáe Buidhe at Berserker's face. Berserker dodged the Noble Phantasm, leaning several inches to the left, losing several strands of hair. Lancer didn't stop there. The red spear followed the yellow one. Much to the surprise of everyone, Berserker caught the blade by the shaft mere inches from his stomach with his right hand. Lancer didn't even react, having already withdrew his other weapon and made to stab again. The blow went wild as Berserker pulled, propelling Lancer forward. Before the latter could regain his balance, the former was already inside his guard. A single punch lifted Lancer off his feet and sent him flying into the crates. He slid to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut and lay there, slightly stunned.
He turned to the one standing behind Lancer's Master.
"Reaper, go ahead."
The one called 'Reaper' smiled, the expression not quite reaching the rest of his face. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper. Unfolding it, he held it in front of Kayneth for him to see it.
"Lancer's Master, hear my voice. If you wish to live to see the next day, follow these instructions."
Saber scowled as she glared at Berserker and 'Reaper'. Inwardly, however, she was even more confused than before.
Was it just her or did their voices sound similiar?
The captive magus gaped as he read the paper. For several moments he was silent. Then his surprise was quickly overcome by sheer fury, face twisting darkly.
"Who are you!? How dare you threaten me!? I'll make you and your Master suffer foaaaaaaaaaaaghh!" He broke off, screaming in pain. Saber noticed that right foot was twisted at an unnatural angle, bone producing from twisted skin. The man slipped forward but was held upright by the flat edge of the blade pressing against his neck.
Below, Lancer was already standing, using Gáe Dearg to support himself.
Reaper's face didn't even twitch. "Time is running out Magus."
For several moments Kayneth's breathing was the only noise breaking the tense atmosphere. Then-.
"L-Lancer . . . b-by my first Command Seal, destroy Gáe Buidhe and t-then withdraw to our base of operations."
If you're curious about the reason behind Berserker's odd approach and why there are two Kanekis now . . . find out next time!
This chapter took a while for me to write but I already said that, didn't I? I hope you all enjoyed it very much? Please leave a comment on your way out if you have the time on your hands. Again, if you want to talk then just PM me. The fifth chapter will be up sometime in the next three to five weeks hopefully. Hope you can all wait until. Have a great day.
Kaneki vs Gilgamesh next chapter!
Touken is canon! Still. Cannot. Get. Over It.
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