This chapter is going to have lots of action in it. Hope I did well with these ones.


The Riders of Alpha and Omega charged at each other. Rider of Omega swung his war hammer at his opponent, who blocked with his sword. The two steeds continued to the ends of the street before turning around before their riders then had them charge again. The process was repeated multiple times with similar results before the two got ready for yet another charge. This time, Rider of Alpha attempted to stab the Servant of Omega with his sword, but the kingly Rider maneuvered his body to avoid the stab. His war hammer was swung again and hit Rider of Alpha in the back. The knight turned Bayard around while he swung his sword, cutting his opponent on the cheek. The horses continued to gallop and were once again on opposite ends of the street.

"You fight well, Sir Knight, even if your code of chivalry is quite restrictive." Rider of Omega stated. "May I have your True Name?"

"I am Georgios, a knight of God!" Rider of Alpha shouted.

"Saint George?" the king raised an eyebrow. "Then I assume that horse of yours is Bayard, the steed whose rider is protected from lethal blows, but for one time only."

"Indeed." Georgios nodded.

"Very well. Since you gave me your True Name, I will give you mine!" Rider of Omega declared.

"I am Charles Martel, a defender of the Christian faith and King of the Franks!"


Fate/new dawn
Chapter 5: The Saint and The King


Alexandre du Bois stood in amazement after the flash of light died down. Though he may try to hide it, to prospect of what he had been practically drafted into was terrifying.

"I am Charles Martel, King of the Franks. My class is Rider." The man stated standing in the middle of the summoning circle, a regal tone in his voice. "You there! You must be the one who summoned me."

"I-I am." Alexandre spoke, a French accent in his voice.

Alexandre was from France. A few years ago, he and his son had come to America out of fear of Islamic terrorism in Europe. He was a man with average height, brown hair, hazel eyes, a red polo shirt, grey slacks, and brown loafers.

"Very well, our contract has been established." Rider said. "Do not disappoint me."


The rival Riders charged once again. Rider of Alpha's sword began to glow.

"Ascalon!"

Rider swung horizontally before being sung downwards, leaving streaks of light that resembled a cross. He then stabbed his opponent in the chest, though he failed to pierce the heart. With an angry yell, the King of the Franks swung his hammer and struck the Dragon-Slaying Saint in the side of his head. The two once again charged to the end of the street before continuing their joust. The saint's sword clashed continuously with the king's war hammer.

Once again, the sword and the hammer clashed. But instead of continuing to the end of the street, the two Riders continued swinging their weapons. Bayard leapt back before charging as his rider gave a mighty thrust with his sword, stabbing Rider of Omega in the arm. However, this gave the King of the Franks an opening to smash his hammer into the side of his opponent's head. Rider of Alpha continued to the other end of the street and turned around, only for an arrow to strike his shoulder.

"Well, this is convenient." Rider of Omega muttered before charging.

"By the power of my Command Seal… To me, Rider!"

The knight was engulfed in a red light before he shot up into the air like a laser. Rider of Omega halted the horse before dismounting and dismissing it.

"A shame. Could have drawn first blood." he said before going into spirit form.


Serena was sitting in an alley before Rider appeared next to her.

"Good job, Rider. You probably would have had him if it weren't for Archer of Omega." Serena said.

"Thank you, Master." said the Heroic Spirit of the Mount.

"At the very least, we've identified Rider of Omega; Charles Martel."


Assassin of Alpha was crouched on a rooftop, watching Alexandre and Rider. She was about to summon The Mist but she felt something behind her.

"Are you Assassin of Alpha?"

The small Servant looked over her shoulder and saw Assassin of Omega standing behind her.

"Either way, I will still have to eliminate you. But I was told to prioritize the elimination of Assassin of Alpha."

The white-haired girl drew her knives and spun around, trying to slash at the enemy Servant. However, he was able to quickly draw his knife and blocked with it. Assassin of Alpha sidestepped just as Assassin of Omega tried to stab. The small girl got a good distance away from her opponent before pulling out a rusted, dimly-lit lantern.

"The Mist!"

A thick sulfuric fog engulfed the area. Assassin of Omega began backing up cautiously, wanting to avoid being pushed off the rooftop, though he could endure the fall because of the low height of the rooftop.

Assassin of Alpha had activated her Presence Concealment and was currently running around in the fog. She then run up behind Assassin of Omega, prepared to stab him.

"We'll cut you up!"

The hooded man was able to quickly turn around and sidestep before being stabbed in the back, but he was cut in the side. He leapt to the side and pulled out a gun, his Thompson Contender, and began trying to shoot his enemy. The Servant of Alpha began leaping and sidestepping to avoid the bullets but Assassin of Omega activated his Presence Concealment. When it was dropped, the Thompson Contender was pressed against Assassin's head. She managed to move her head out of the way and make the shot miss while stabbing the Servant of Omega in the arm he held the gun with. He grunted in pain as he dropped the Thompson Contender and Assassin of Alpha knocked it away. Assassin of Omega then retaliated by stabbing her in the side. Assassin of Alpha screamed in response before jumping away.

"Can you keep up with me?" the mysterious man then questioned. "Chronos Rose!"

Assassin of Omega was then surrounded with an orange glow and rushed at Assassin of Alpha before slashing at her faster than she could react. He then finished with kicking her in the face and sending her flying towards the edge of the rooftop.

"Ngh…" she groaned as she staggered to her feet. "That hurts… Meanie…"

"Get out of there, Assassin! Now!"

The Mist was then dissipated before the small girl dematerialized.

"D***it." Assassin of Omega growled.


Frederick walked into his office and locked the door behind him before sitting at his desk and opening his laptop. In it was in the last hours of the first week of the Holy Grail War and he was to hold a video conference with the government officials tasked with overseeing the Grail War.

"Hello, gentlemen." Frederick greeted.

"How is the Holy Grail War progressing?" one, George Payne, questioned.

"Smoothly. Each faction has summoned their seven Servants, but first blood still has yet to be claimed." Frederick answered.

"There have been some incidents, however." Richard added. "It seems that a Berserker got a little too wild and wound up causing minor destruction on Jameson Street."

"And then there have been a few murders that likely resulted because of Servants needing to replenish their Prana." he continued. "Most have been small scale, but the other night, an entire bar full of people was massacred."

"While we're on that subject, the Berserker of the last War seems to have returned. The victims in that bar that weren't torn apart suffocated because of some sort of gas. Surveillance cameras in the bar show that this is the case, however she has been summoned as a different class, likely Assassin."

"Considering how we have sighted the other Alpha Servants, we can only assume that she is Assassin of Alpha."

"How troubling." Frederick seethed.

"We want this Grail War to have less collateral damage than the last." another, John Hamiliton, said. "If any of the Masters on either side desire wanton destruction, then that cannot be achieved."

"While we all want to see to it that the Grail is used to bring prosperity to America, I do not want hundreds of Americans to die during the journey to that goal."

"Mr. Lee, Mr. James," the chairman, Robert Madison, spoke. "I want you to keep an eye on Assassin of Alpha's movements. If her death toll becomes a massive problem, then I want her eliminated immediately."

"Of course, Chairman." Frederick said.

"In the meantime; Mr. Lee continue cooperating with Ruler and convince her to keep an eye on both the two Berserkers and Assassin of Alpha. They could wind up exposing the existence of the Holy Grail War." Madison continued. "And Mr. James, you must see to it that you ultimately become the victor of the second Holy Grail War."

"This meeting is adjourned."


Ian felt awful when he saw how badly Assassin of Alpha was damaged by the fight. She had multiple cuts and was bleeding a good bit from them. He knew that this sort of thing was inevitable, the fact she was pretty much a child made Ian unable to not feel bad.

Ian knew he was going to regret this next order. "Assassin, go restore your Prana. While I hate that this will sacrifice non-combatants, we have no other choice. Avoid any area where you can detect a Servant's presence. If you encounter a Servant, run."

"And you remember Lily, right?"

Assassin thought about it for a bit before giving a small nod.

"If you see her, please leave her alone."

"Okay, Daddy." Assassin nodded.


Abraham Irving watched his Servant, Saber of Alpha, battle Saber of Omega with a stoic expression. He was a short man with raven hair, green eyes, a purple shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes.

Saber of Alpha was a woman that many would describe as beautiful. She had pink-silver hair that was tied back using a red and black shuriken shaped hair pin and blue eyes. She wore a short blue kimono with thin gold lines near the edges as well black long gloves and legging with black sandals that had a small heel. In addition, she had red and blue elbow pads, arm guards, and knee pads. Four sheaths were attached to the waist of her clothing, with two of the swords drawn from their sheaths.

The rival Sabers charged at each and began to match swords. The sounding of clanging metal filled the air as swift sword strikes clashed with each other. Saber of Omega then managed to leave a small cut on Saber of Alpha's chest before she proceeded to retaliate by slashing at him. The bronze-skinned man avoided the slash but was struck by a slash from his opponent's other sword. The Servant of Omega swung his sword downwards vertically, only for the Servant of Alpha to cross her swords to block. The blue-eyed woman then kicked her opponent away as she uncrossed her swords. The clashes of blades and clanging of metal then resumed.

"Saber." Dario said through his mental link to Saber of Omega.

'What is it, Master?'

"It's almost midnight. I need to get home or my parents will get suspicious."

'I'm currently in battle right now, Master.'

"Saber…"

'…Fine, Master.'

The bronze-skinned Servant broke away from the fight and dematerialized, leaving his opponent disappointed.

"How disappointing…" Saber of Alpha sighed. "Oh well, let's go find another one, Master."


Rider of Omega
True Name: Charles Martel
Master: Alexandre du Bois
Alignment: Lawful Good
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 195 cm/95 kg

Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: D
Mana: D
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: B

Class Skills
Magic Resistance C
Magecraft invoked with two bars or fewer are nullified. However, this does not apply to Church sacraments. Cannot defend against High-Thaumaturgy or Ritual Spells.

Martel inherently has very low magical resistance and therefore should receive the class container's inherent rank. During his lifetime, he never encountered much in terms of mystery. However, he is able to demonstrate a higher rank because of his religious ties rather than purely his own piety.

Riding B
Riding Ability. Majority of mounts can be ridden above average. Magical Beasts, Holy Beasts cannot be ridden.

Albeit low for a Rider, it is a rank befitting one who was called the "Father of Western Heavy Cavalry" and "The Beginning of Chivalry."

Personal Skills
Demonic Defender of the State A
By reserving ley lines beforehand, a specific area can be deemed as "one's domain." When the battlefield is within this domain, a fighting power bonus comparable to Berserker's B rank Mad Enhancement is acquired.

Taking land from the papacy and then gifting it to his vassals who in-return payed him for being allowed to use the land, Charles was able to create a standing army and protect the Frankish kingdoms at the same time unifying them. The skill's essence is stockpiling military might for the sake of defending one's land manifested.

Strategy A
The power to decide victory before a battle is fought through a big picture understanding of diplomacy and logistics.

Charles greatest strength and most noted military feat was to only use infantry to withstand heavy cavalry. This was not due to sudden inspiration or a gimmick. Rather, he amassed information about the invaders, understood what was necessary to win, trained his troops to meet such an adversary and the rest is history. But when its put that way, it might be more of an approach rather than a strength and therefore why his personality is very in-tune with this skill.

Protection of the Faith C+
A Skill possessed only by those who have sacrificed themselves for a religious view. Despite being a form of divine protection, it is not a blessing from a higher existence. It is only the absoluteness of one's body and soul, which is born from faith.

Noble Phantasms
Cavalry of Tours "Father of European Heavy Cavalry" B
After the Battle of Tours, Charles became unbeatable in his campaigns because of his ability to incorporate the idea of heavy cavalry stolen from the Muslims and his incredibly disciplined phalanx in a matter of five years, rather than an entire generation as the Caliphate believed. Summoned as a Rider, Charles can continuously call and control armored horses while within the domain specified by Demonic Defender of the State.

But more importantly, this Noble Phantasm represents the beginning of a new age in Europe. The dawn of the Holy Roman Empire and the chivalric ideals that pervaded this era. The beginning of the mounted knight was not only a military renaissance, but a cultural one too where various legends and folklore would be rebooted to fit the mold of the new social order that Charles had brought to Europe. That is the true form of this Noble Phantasm and the crystallization of Charles Martel.

The maximum targets, 777, is merely a formality representing the Noble Phantasm's isolation. Even if a seemingly unending stream of horses can be called forth, they are all discreet units therefore limited by Charles' magical energy supply.

Where the romantic might see a stampede of noble horses galloping through a sea of green, the only real way to describe it is mass weapon horses.


Well, how'd you guys like that?

There is now only one more spot left; Lancer of Omega. If anyone has any ideas for that one, send me a PM. Otherwise, I'll just select one myself.

Now for the reviews.

ZenoZen: As you can see, the government does have its own purposes for the Grail. At the very least, they want to ensure that the one who gets the Grail isn't a psychopath who wants to destroy everything. At best, they the Grail to be used to bring prosperity to America, as John stated. Thanks for the recommendation to include Charles Martel.

Andrew Vaverka: Thanks.

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