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Chapter 2: The Second Coming of the Magus Killer

"See, this is what happens when you rush ahead, Eiji!"

"What are you, my mother? Sheesh, sorry for being quicker than you!"

Both of the young mages found themselves in quite an uncomfortable situation. Due to Eiji having taken the lead and charging ahead, the young men had triggered a few of Hoshi's traps without noticing. The fact that they were more focused on their bantering than on their surroundings didn't help.

The first trap sprung was a subtle one. The two boys had been clearing the obviously strung up tripwires, none of them thin enough to avoid detection and littering the street ahead of them throughout the sidewalks and even some crossing into the empty streets. They never noticed as the mana Eiji's ruby gauntlet emitted in its active state triggered the special mana-detecting sensor on a few charges Hoshi had hidden in trash cans.

As Eiji ran forward he heard one activate with a loud beep, and he quickly dashed backwards to try and get out of its blast radius.

"Aegis!"

He crushed an orange gem right in front of his chest, forming a breastplate and helm to protect him from much of the blast.

However, Hoshi had anticipated his decision to escape the blast by retreating backwards.

While Eiji had planned to simply crash through the window behind him into the empty clothes store, he founded instead that he was being gripped and dragged further back from behind. Struggling to free himself, the young mage looked down at his waist to see arms made of glass grasping him and trying to pull him through the mirror.

Mirror Wraiths! I thought all the artifacts that kept them were under the Mage's Association's control. Why does this Einzbern puppet have one?

"Swarm, Concert!"

With that command, Tendou had his swarm of Matou breed insects buzz at a painfully high pitch, shattering the glass of the window and dispelling the Mirror Wraiths clutching at his cousin.

That's another hive I've had to activate. It's not safe to use more than two at a time, and exposing them makes retrieving them when Caster and I escape much harder.

"So, twice now I've saved your dumb butt. When exactly is that Tohsaka brilliance going to kick in?"

"You and that mouth of yours. I was going to thank you, but now I'll just keep it to myself."

Tendou couldn't keep a childish smile from spreading across his face.

"Yeah yeah, no one's interested in your thanks. Come on, that Einzbern merc has to be around somewhere."

"I have an idea about that."

Pointing at a convex street mirror on the side of the building they were at, Tendou saw a little flash reflect off the surface. Quickly acting like he saw nothing, he spoke to his cousin in a hushed tone.

"Damn it, he has a sniping position?!"

"Doubt it, otherwise he'd be firing upon us already. Likely the moment the Mirror Wraiths grabbed me."

"How are we going to approach him? I rather not rush the building, on the off chance that he does have a sniper rifle."

"I'm sure you'll love this plan: I'll act as bait, drawing his attention, while you sneak around and try to find a safe entrance. Either take him down while he's focused on me, or distract him enough until I get up there and help you."

"…okay, a few complaints. Number 1, what makes you think this merc is focused solely on you?"

"Their Servant went after mine, and so far both their homunculus and drone have targeted me. You said it yourself, it's my grandfather they're talking shit about."

"Well yeah, but they came to my hideout. What if they're just warming up beating you and your wild guy about?"

"Please. You're just bait. Clearly I was the Master they were aiming to draw out."

The amount of 'Man, fuck you' that Tendou managed to relay with just his eyes was oscar worthy. And honestly Eiji wanted to get this reaction a little bit.

"Fine. My second issue: why don't you want me to just kill-?"

"No!"

He wasn't about to get into this argument again, but Tendou was tired of the mordern Tohsaka, and by extension Emiya family's attitude of not killing their opponents. Mages were not soft beings, and to survive one had to accept ending the life of those in their way.

Still, having Eiji hate him and come after him over something like this wasn't worth it, so the Matou heir silently agreed not to kill anyone, for now…

As he descended from his leap, Berserker saw his opponent plant his spear tip in the ground, using it as a pole to spin around. Using this momentum, Lancer managed to strike Berserker with a kick that sent him flying into a nearby pillar.

Recovering quickly, Berserker grabbed ahold of the pillar with his right hand and vaulted around it, avoiding Lancer's spear thrust and landing back on the ground on the other side.

The two Servants paced around each other, observing their opponent closely while readying their next attack. Lancer twirled his spear in hand, showing little concern, all the while keeping his shield up and never letting his eyes stray from Berserker.

"You're form is strange, monster. There were no beasts like you crafted by the gods in my time, and we had satyrs and centaurs to concern ourselves with. You appear to be some sort of freakish lizard half man: I wonder if you're cold-blooded as well."

Berserker tuned out Lancer's taunts, deciding despite the haze his mind was in on what body parts to rip through next: his neck? Perhaps his legs, or maybe his spear arm? The minute he saw an opening, Berserker was going to…

"Looks like somebody's going to be put on ice…"

Hearing her familiar annoying voice coming from behind, and feeling the temperature around them drastically drop, Berserker leapt quickly to his right with as much force as he could.

"Final Embrace!"

Doing so managed to save him from being frozen solid in the center of a sudden ice spell, which shot out icy stalagmites in every direction. Lancer was surprised by this sudden attack, and was knocked back by the force of it even with his shield absorbing most of the blow from an emerging icicle.

"Who is this wench?!"

"My my, the men of this world have no manners whatsoever. Hardly right of a man such as yourself to go around calling others names, when you're some shirtless exhibitionist parading around."

Recovering from the attack, Lancer focused on the now present Caster, who was stretching her arms and yawning as if out of boredom. Pointing his spear at her head, he called out to her.

"Witch then, as you appear comfortable with using magic. Am I to assume then that you're the Caster of this war?"

Smiling like the devil's own daughter, Magilou clapped in what appeared to be genuine joy.

"Indeed, first try. So there is a working brain in that rough noggin of yours. Same can't be said for your feral friend there."

"What, this be-?"

"Harragh!"

Taking the opportunity provided by Caster's distraction, Berserker charged at Lancer's left-side. Lancer heard his roar and turned to block his assault, but Berserker was ready and slid under his raised shield, kicking up at Lancer's arm to send it flying back over his head.

Quickly flipping back upright, Berserker raised both his arms up and slashed downwards, though Lancer was able to block his left arm-blades by parrying them quickly with his spear. Unfortunately for him, Berserker's right arm cut through his chest, leaving a gash spurting out blood.

The maddened Servant followed this up with an onslaught of feral punches to Lancer's wounded chest, but the scarred warrior had quickly had enough and slammed down his shield onto Berserker. The feral young man had use both of his arm-blades to block it, leaving him vulnerable to Lancer's spear as the Spartan pulled it back.

"Time you were slain, monster! Laconian-"

"Are you two really going to forget about me?! Blood Moon!"

Lancer's spear was glowing a frightening red, but just as he was in the middle of his thrust Caster's spell caused a transparent red moon to form between him and Berserker, which then expanded and blasted the two of them back. Berserker was partially glad, because he had almost been impaled. He did not, however, enjoy being on fire, and while he was able to extinguish is with a burst of mana, Lancer's spear still clipped the left side of his stomach as he was sent hurtling back.

Coming to his feet and positioning himself so that he had a view of both Lancer and Caster, Berserker paced to his left, which the others copied ensuring that their triangle wasn't broken. Caster was still smiling mischievously, and when she saw Berserker focusing his gaze on her she waved cheekily back at him.

"What, don't give me that look. You tried to take my head just a moment ago."

"You…threatened Eiji."

"Me? Heavens no. I merely wanted a better look at the would-be swiper of my Master. What could I even do against such a prodigy as him?"

"Enough chattering, witch! I'll have your head for your trickery!"

Lancer charged down at Caster, seemingly ignoring the fact that his left side was once again exposed to Berserker. Thrusting multiple times at her, Lancer found that his opponent was deceptively nimble, swaying to and fro from each strike with the grace of a leaf in the wind.

He attempted to swing at her in a full clockwise motion, but found his spear stopped by Berserker's arm-blades, who had rushed to him and was now grinding his blades down the shaft of Lancer's spear to swipe at him. Lancer parried some blows, but couldn't stop Berserker from kicking the back of his knee and bringing Lancer down onto the ground.

Caster observed the two of them with mild interest.

The speeds at which us Servants can go here is quite a sight. I bet these two can't reach anything close to this back in whatever world they come from. Hmm, I wonder what a speedy little Phi would be like here?

Berserker tried to crash his claws down into Lancer's skull, but the mighty warrior pulled up his shield in time, pushing Berserker away before swinging his spear around once more, knocking Berserker's legs out from under him and then kicking him away while he was in mid-air.

"Stay put beast! I'll attend to you later!"

Returning his focus to Caster, he continued his previous attempts to impale her, something which only her.

"Come on, really? I've already shown you I can dance all around you twig here, what makes you thing a second go will change things?"

In answer, Lancer charged forward with his shield in front, catching Caster by surprise and bashing her soundly with it. It glowed more intensely red from this just as it would if an enemy had struck it. The blow stunned Caster, leaving her bent over and holding her head. Actual canaries seemed to form a ring around her head, but Lancer ignored this.

"Caster!...Pay attention!"

Snapping out of her daze, Caster looked up just in time to see Lancer's spear about to impale her forehead. She dodged this strike like the others, but was noticeably slower this time. Lancer took note and intensified his assault, switching between spear thrusts and more attempts at shield bashing. Caster ended up having to spring up some giant pieces of Ritual Paper from the ground to block some blows. Or rather slow them down as Lancer's spear tore through them.

Seeing Lancer trying to bash her with his shield bash once more, Caster used another ritual paper, but rather than dodge Lancer pulled back and fired off one more thrust. But after cutting it down he found that Caster had leapt off of another piece of paper she'd planted on the ground, which had sprung her into the air like a trampoline.

However, now she was stuck in the air, and seemed to realize this as she comically flailed, looking quite worried. Seeing this, Lancer smiled darkly and his shield began to glow a dim red once more as his spear took in its power.

"Begone! Laconian Stri-"

"Violent Punish!"

Dashing right in front of Lancer, Berserker swung upwards and parried his spear thrust, sending shockwaves throughout the train platform they were standing on and destroying several pillars around them with the force of their Noble Phantasms clashing.

Lancer's spear was no worse for wear, nor were Berserker's arm-blades, but Caster was knocked back out of the air by the force created by the two, and the ceiling directly above them was destroyed, leaving a hole to the surface.

Being knocked back from Berserker's parry, Lancer skidded a few feet before steadying himself, glaring at Berserker while taking up his Spartan positioning again.

"That is the second time you two have interrupted my finishing blow! It will not happen a third!"

"Quit being…obvious about it. Then maybe…it'll hit!"

Lancer kicked up the dirt like a horse about to charge, ready for another round. Berserker was about to take up his own fighting stance again, but…

"My hero! Awe, you do care."

Caster was climbing on his back, attempting to pull at his masked form's "cheeks" in a cute way. Shaking her off, he grabbed the mischievous spellcaster with one arm and held her in front of him, like a kitten whose mother had grabbed it by the collar.

"…Caster…"

"Hey now, don't be mad. Your Master wanted an alliance, right? Come on, let's take this muscle head down together."

Thinking back to what Eiji had said earlier, Berserker seemed to consider this.

– Her, you can drop, but only if she tries anything. No reason to be rough with people we can talk out of fighting. –

"Sure…help out!"

Tossing Caster in the direction of Lancer, Berserker chuckled a little as the witch cursed at him in non-vulgar, imaginative means. He then charged down his opponent, who had sprinted forward the minute Berserker had sent Caster flying.

Pissed off and not interested in being the center of a Magilou sandwich, Caster tossed out a ritual paper to bounce off of, jumping off to the side and out from between the two rushing Servants. Landing near the edge of the train platform, she turned around and started casting another spell.

"Screw you guys, you both suck. If you're so dead set on fighting, you can get a lot closer…"

Sensing from her inability to keep quiet that she was preparing another attack, Lancer tried to retreat backwards. But this time the spell Caster unleashed wouldn't allow for quick foot work to save the day.

"Gravity Mine!"

Lancer and Berserker were forcefully pulled together, into a purple orb between them that sucked in debris from all around and started crushing them. Both Servants were strong enough to resist being pulped by these g-forces, but Lancer was having a hard time keeping his weapons up.

Berserker had no such problem, forcing his hands to grip Lancer's wrist and pulling him close, against the spiraling forces of Caster's spell. Reaching back and letting his fist fly, he landed a solid punch across Lancer's face, repeating this strike 3 more times before the spell subsided. Twisting Lancer's wrist to so that he couldn't move to strike Berserker with his spear, the feral Servant drew forth more strength for another blow. However…

"Ready…steady…and BLAMO! Explode!"

Caster's previous spell was succeeded by a much fiercer fire spell than the last one, blasting the two male Servants apart and planting them in separate pillars opposite each other.

Noticing that Lancer's weapons were glowing, Caster saw that this time the red mana surged into his body from both his shield and spear. His scar glowed a brighter red, and his face twisted into a maddening fury. Having no desire to face whatever crawled out of that pillar alone, Caster decided to ease up on her teasing.

"I can patch you up, but I'm not able to change your feelings! Healing Circle!"

Rushing over to Eiji's Servant and using her magic to restore some lost strength to Berserker, Caster playfully tried to play off her previous actions.

"So hey, how's about a friendly truce? We bust this fool, then go skipping back to our silly little mages. No more blasting or tossing each other, deal?"

Berserker stared cautiously at Caster, though with his Amazon 'mask' on Caster wasn't sure if he was just staring blankly at her or glaring. Still, she got her answer, when he moved her aside to avoid a rampaging Lancer.

"In my brother's footsteps, by my people's glory! Know the end you've brought upon yourselves! Rage of Sparta!"

Feeling the extra mana draining from her, Hoshi cursed as she realized what must be transpiring.

What kind of Servant could that Tohsaka have summoned to force Lancer to use his second Noble Phantasm? I didn't agree to summoning a Berserker, nor am I capable of fueling anything like one for long, and he promised he'd only use such draining powers if facing one!

Lacking the formal magic training of proper mages, and not too keen on getting a mana transfer this early in the war (despite Marco having been grown for her…specifications), Hoshi doubled down on eliminating Eiji quicker, so that Lancer wouldn't have to keep his Noble Phantasm active.

Her drones and cameras had picked up the Tohsaka spawn running down an alley a few blocks from her building. He was running in the opposite direction of her location, allowing Hoshi to relax.

The little fool still hasn't figured out where I am.

Inputting a few commands, Hoshi had her closest drone fire upon Eiji, who still had his orange gem helm and breastplate protecting him. She saw through her monitors the young man dash behind a dumpster, tossing up a few green gems. The drone expertly shot down three of them, but the fourth ended up flying by it.

Guess his aim isn't always on point. Then again, what else should he expect when he just tosses up him tools blindly?

As if in answer to her, Eiji flicked another green gem out, though this one flew to the side as well, and halfway towards the drone it fired off an electric blast.

This blast missed the drone as well. Or rather…

It struck the previously launched gem, activating it, and causing its own electric blast to be fired into the drone from behind.

Hoshi lost the feed to her device, though she couldn't help but smile at the young man's performance.

Well, well, it seems my prey is more skiledl than I thought. Let's see if he can keep it up.

A small tuning fork emerged from the downed drone, emitting an annoying sound that rang out down the alley Eiji was still in.

Up and down the street he was now emerging onto, Mirror Wraith crawled out of abandoned storefront windows and car rear view mirrors. The young boy could be seen cursing as he calculated what gems to use and how few he could expend saving himself from this fiasco.

Sparks and cursing were the sight and spectacle for Hoshi as she peered through her binoculars at the young mage defending himself. A genuine smile, though cruel in nature, found its way onto her face.

So busy was she, focusing on the sounds of glass shattering and shouting from her target, that she failed to notice the growing buzzing sound coming closer to her.

It didn't escape her notice long.

Quickly spinning around, Hoshi turned a small dial on her glove. Three blue garrote wires shot out from her watch, lining themselves up with her Index, Middle, and Ring fingers. Waving these wires about with expert skill, she slashed through and killed several of Tendou's insects.

Not seeing the Matou heir himself, Hoshi looked all around, quickly trying to see where her opponent was. As she would find out, he wasn't on her floor…

"Swarm: Burst!"

The floor seemed to crumble around her, leaving Hoshi with little time to fire up some of her wires into the ceiling as the floor gave way. Looking down and seeing Tendou smiling up, a swarm of various magically bred insects flying around him, the Einzbern's representative wasted no time swinging away and moving up the staircase, ditching most of her equipment in the room and mentally calling to her Servant.

Lancer! Caster's Master is here! Disengage from battling Berserker and come aid me!

She would not make it a command. Absolutely not, she refused to be the first Master to resort to using up a Command Seal. Lancer would just have to make it to her in time, before that Matou brat can make things worse.

Now was the time to build up trust between the two.

All of the power absorbed by Lancer's shield was now coursing throughout his body. His Noble Phantasm caused his body to glow an eerie dark red, though that was hardly the only effect it had.

Berserker had found out the hard way that his opponent was now more than a match for him, slapping away his strikes with the back of his hand and thrusting into his body repeatedly with his spear. For all his power, the Amazon was finding that his adversary was able to overpower his every attack.

He had three holes in his chest, his left knee cut open with muscles exposed, and a gash over his head was causing blood to pour over his huge eyes. Even with this amount of damage, Berserker kept on engaging with the glowing red Lancer. Caster couldn't help but be a little impressed by the angry reptilian lad's tenacity.

Still, Berserker knew why he was struggling: he still choose to retain his human reasoning.

His class, the Berserker class, was meant to be an insane fighting machine; a warrior that fought only through rage and instinct. This type of fighting isn't foreign to him, as in his native world he would let himself go and just rip through whatever was in his way. But fighting so blindly can lead to mistakes being made, or being outmaneuvered by an opponent with their own wits still about them.

After having been summoned to this world, Haruka became aware of certain…things now associated with him. His Servant class, his personal parameters, and the skills afforded to him in his current state. So he was fully aware that if he let himself go, his Mad Enhancement would rank up his stats in accordance to how long he's been fighting, and the amount of damage he's been taking.

If he were to allow that, however, he'd no longer be able to decide on whether or not to attack Caster, being likely to just target her as she'd been in his line of sight.

Barely managing to knock aside Lancer's next spear thrust into the pillar behind him, Berserker found that he had little opportunity left to decide on the matter.

Lancer pulled back from the attack and paused briefly, before giving both Berserker and Caster a dirty look and leaping through the hole in the ceiling they had made prior without a word.

Caster seemed more than a little annoyed by this.

"What gives? One moment he's all 'I will be your death', and then he just up and leaves?! Rude, at least finish what you started."

What do you care? Isn't your whole gimmick… not caring?

"We should…pursue him."

"Are you really so eager to continue getting skewered?"

"He is…likely heading back to defend…his Master. Ours will be in danger as well."

Putting on a pouty face, Caster sighed and drooped down like an impatient child.

"I know, I know. Sheesh, no need to spell it out."

Berserker said nothing more, just staring at the strange woman before him. Caster ignored him, looking up at the hole in the subway ceiling.

"That's a little high for me. Mind giving me a lift?"

Taking a second to decide if he would, Berserker placed himself under to hole, forming a cup with his hands and waiting for Caster to come forward.

She ran and leapt into his hands, finding herself flung through the hole at rocket like speeds.

"Wheeeeee!"

Wait…didn't the TV show her flying away before? Why did she need my help?

Hoshi found herself fighting off a barrage of charging insects, while at the same time assigning a drone to fire at Eiji's gems so as to detonate them earlier than the young mage desired.

The cousins had reunited quickly, since Hoshi was too distracted defending herself from Tendou's attacks to continue to trigger her traps around Eiji. The commotion happening on her floor had also confirmed her location for Eiji, giving him a destination to head for.

"Really, now you're running? Not so fun being on the other end of the chase, is it?"

Her true gender meant little to Eiji, though he did make a note not to automatically assume each enemy mage would naturally be male. Something his mother would be sure to never let him hear the end of if she became aware of this mistake.

Continuing to escape up the stairs, Hoshi gritted her teeth as she destroyed the pursuing magics with each floor she ascended. Flailing her wires at each incoming gem or swarm was beginning to tire her out.

Lancer, get here! Both of them have made my position!

Backing up into the corner of the 8th floor room, she brought her arms up to defend herself, as if the two opposing mages would agree to a physical brawl.

Eiji was the next to make it up to that floor, taking up position on one side of the room while still staying close to the doorway. Tendou made it up a little while later, panting.

"Look, just surrender your command seals and head to the church. I rather not have to bust your kneecaps or anything, but if need be I'll make you stop attacking me."

"What, just like that? If you're not prepared to get dirty, you shouldn't be participating. How on Earth did your family manage to win the last Grail War?"

"There were…special circumstances."

"Well, you've made your offer. Here's mine."

The wall behind her broke apart, dust flying all around. All of the debris from it fell down to the street below, and in its place stood Lancer. His shield came over his Master, while he pointed his spear directly at the two opposing mages.

"Stay still. No need for this to get any messier than necessary."

Neither of the two boys moved, frozen out of fear and recognition of how horrible their situation is. Though they had managed to corner the Einzbern representative, they now found themselves face-to-face with her Servant, a rather imposing and pissed off looking Lancer. Maybe if they used a Command Seal, they could forcefully teleport their own Servants here, but a natural desire to not use up their own stalled their decision.

A choice that could cost them their lives.

"While not my way, this is the best chance to rid myself of those two nuisances. Your war ends here, little mages!"

In an instant he was directly in front of them, his spear drawn back to skewer Eiji.

Thankfully…

"Special delivery, yeah bitches!"

Another challenger felt the need to interrupt. Floating above them, a man on some sort of invisible boarding ramp was firing down at them with a grenade launcher in hand.

For see, while Johnny Cid likes to think of himself as a patient man, he was certainly not a polite one…

FFR: Hey guys, been a while. I'll try to get the next chapter of this and my other fanfic out by then end of the month (sure you've heard that before).

Also, thought I'd leave Noble Phantasm info at the end of chapters where they first appear. Let me know if you all like this addition.

Noble Phantasms Used this Chapter:

Laconian Strike (Anti-Fortress): a NP powered by enemy attacks, so long as they are blocked and absorbed by Lancer's shield. It can even withstand and draw power from Anti-Unit Noble Phantasms, though anything stronger and Lancer risks destroying his shield. When the true name is called out, Lancer's next spear thrust has the power to decimate a fortress' gate and walls, though it is not a beam attack but rather a shockwave emerging from a glowing red spear…

Violent Punish (Anti-Unit): Berserker's signature move from his days hunting Amazons (animalistic lab creatures, not the warrior women), it's power has increased upon him coming to this world and being summoned as he now is. Beyond just bisecting whoever is unfortunate enough to be slashed by his arm-blades, his finishing attack now produces a vacuum blade affect, allowing Berserker to slash through people and objects a distance away from him, or knock back other attacks of lower or equal power.

Rage of Sparta (Anti-Unit (Self)): Instead of focusing the power his shield has absorbed into his spear, Lancer draws it all into his own body, mimicking his brother's berserker tendencies and granting himself extra power just under ranks of what a proper Berserker would have. His Strength and Endurance rise a rank, and his body gains a fearsome red glow, which slightly burns to the touch.