- Master: Shirou Emiya-

Flipping around to dodge the oncoming attack, Caster felt his feet connect with the wooden trunk of a tree and pushed off it. Neither of them were expecting to suddenly be attacked by a loli controlling a behemoth with ease. Well, it was a fucking BERSERKER, what did he expect. Her giggling was annoying as hell and the whole woman-child thing was even worst, the only thing he was say was "Are you serious?"

Though add in more cursing and violence and you would get the gist to how Caster was acting.

"Uu hu hu, you're jumping around like a Squirrel so much even my Heracles is having a tough time catching you. But its still not enough!" Illyasviel von Enizburg said with a creepy smile on her face that made his eye twitch even more-

Why the hell did there have to be another Mithos in this damn world?! He was really starting to hate Gaia- frigid bitch.

Shirou, at least was now supporting him with arrows made from traced swords (some that probably shouldn't exist due to Ratatosk's interest with modern technology) - said traced bow "borrowed" from Archer when sending out his familiars to scout out during the last fight with this hulking Demi-God. How the hell was this kid even still standing up with all the Mana being sucked from her?!

One quick look and he rolled his eyes. She was a Homunculus. It was one thing or another wasn't it? First Replicas and then Androids...

Taking advantage of his distraction, Berserker rushed forward at a rate someone of his size shouldn't be able to achieve in the first place, slaming his slab of a sword into Caster's stomach- sending him flying with a jagged wound.

"CASTER!"

"Damn it Shirou, quit acting like he split me in half! Just focus on support!" He found himself growling lowly while his wound slowly healed, starting with internal injuries and leaving the heaviest for last. Jumping out the way again, he found himself in a power struggle, the mad servant's strength stat JUST above his as they fought tooth and nail, the Summon Servant glad for once he was never human.

Soon enough he got a fatal shot on Berserker, huffing a bit at the exertion of fighting this damn long aganist something that probably shouldn't even be that dexterous. But as being a Servant with E-Rank Luck and contracted with a Master that has E-Classed Luck, it was only a matter of time when he noticed the influx of Mana gathering around the corpse and-ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW.

"WHAT THE FUCK HE'S REGENERATING?!" Well it didn't take a genius or even Genis Sage himself to figure that out, but there has to be a limit to Maxwell-fucking Battle Continuation.

Before losing himself, instead he grined and pushed forward, pumping Mana into his legs and unleashing a barage of kicks to go with the numerous artes; the giant Demi-god roaring and fighting hard while recovering-something that didn't take as long as one would think it would. Though if that influx of Mana coming from two locations at the same time-

Archer, that motherfucker.

Sending three more darkness-infused Demon Fangs at Berserker, Caster grabbed Shirou and jumped up as far as he could, no time to pay attention to his Master's surprise.

"If you want to unleash a powerful as hell attack, now's the time to do so before that bastard comes after us and the Hero wannabe uses a high powered attack!"

"Wait, but what about Illya?!"

"What about her?! If he's like I've seen he is, then Berserker down there won't let her die. NOW HURRY UP!"

That got Shirou moving as he struggled in Caster's grip to get enough space to trace a crimson arrow filled with malevolent energy and the possibly of having a nasty curse on it? Oh who was he kidding, it DID have a nasty curse on it. In the distance, Archer stood at bay with his bow taut and ready to aim. With his ability he was able to clearly see the fight between Caster and Berserker take place, along with Shirou Emiya tracing swords with as much of a frequency as he did. This version of Caster he never encountered before, though if Alaya had anything to say about it, there was a bout of laughter from her and anger from Gaia. One who was amused by the Summon Spirit from another world and the other in a rage trying to eject him from the rules of the Holy Grail despite being "offically" summoned.

Even then, his mission didn't change from this unlikely variable- tracing the sword said to have killed the Hound of Chulain and notching it. The blast radius would take them out with ease, though dealing with Heracles would have to wait to be prioritized later.

At the same time Shirou pulled his own bow forward, the name of the traced weapon coming forward in his mind as Caster threw him higher, Ventus' core keeping them afloat. And while narrowing his eyes, both past and future let their arrows fly.

"CALDABOLG!"

"GAE BOLG!"

The two arrows hit their target and with it came an explosion loud and powerful enough to blast away a good portion of the forest and with it, making Shirou's ears ring. He felt himself falling before being caught by Caster and tucked into his arms instead of being carried like a potato stack like he always was. As this happened, his body jumped with the Summon Spirit kicking off the air again- heading in the direction of their home without looking back. He felt drained, using so much Prana during the fight and trying to get Illya to back down to no avail.

"Oy, you alright? Your ears didn't get injured with that blast, right?" Blinking, he didn't realize for a second that he was talking to him (though they were the only ones flying through the sky at the moment) and nodded. He didn't yell or huff indignantly like he usually did, instead holding onto the redhead a bit tighter and avoiding his more serious wounds. He knew he should have been recovering, but...

"I-I'm alright, now anyway. I wasn't expecting Archer to help us." That got a snort from the both of them. Archer actually helping? There's a unpleasant surprise.

"Please, he used a B-Ranked Broken Phantasm to do a wide-area attack. From the looks of it, Anti-Army." Well it worked in their favor in getting away. Hopefully it actually killed him this time. Tch, knowing that Servant it wouldn't die even if it was killed. "What matters is that we're alive and all that other motivational crap everyone says."

"Ah...you really can be nice as times despite how you act huh, Ratatosk?"

"Shut up or I'll drop you!" Truly the most tsundere of Spirits indeed.

Xx-Determination-xX

Ashi: I love writing fighting scenes in RP, not as well in Fanfiction.

Guest: Sorry, but I like making Shirou feel a bit of pain! Don't worry, the next chapter should make you smile!