A man clad in red steel armor with long black braids falling at his back stands before a young woman seated on a throne, her blond hair put in an ornate bun, on her face a regal smile; the image changed into a harsh battlefield the same man stands back to back with with a white-haired man in purple armor with a massive shield that looked like a cross several Viking-like warriors surrounded them there was a flash then the two men were battling the horde of men again the scene changed to the man standing heavily injured he was guarding a woman that looked just like Berserker who was standing behind holding tightly to a magic staff.
"Why, Galahad, she just trying to survive just like everyone else?" the man's words came out more like a chocked gasp.
"You know perfectly well why she must die, she tried to overthrow our king." the man with the massive shield said, panting slightly.
"Yeah, well, Maybe our king's not as perfect after all!" the man shouted, blood pouring from a gash in his lip. He took one step forward, raising his broken blade before his friend's sword impaled him.
...
Gordes' eyes opened and he realizes he had fallen asleep in his armchair; he had instantly known what he had seen.
"Saber, come here!" He commanded his servant, who seamlessly appeared in the room beside his chair.
"Yes, master?" the servant of the sword asked, his armor clanked with his movement.
"Answer me, what is your wish for the grail?" It was not a simple question, but for the Servant, the answer was obvious what his response was.
"My wish; my wish as the one and only Knight of Morgan La Fay is to return to her side and finally fulfill my promise to her," he said it with such conviction and loyalty in his voice it gave Gordo pause.
"But aren't you a knight of the round?" Gordes asked with an accusatory demeanor.
"While I did swear fealty to King Arthur, I was her sister's Knight first, and nothing will supersede that." The plain tone he gave left no room for discussion.
"I see; well, then you may go." The heavy-set man said, waving a hand in dismissal, and the saber wordlessly vanished from sight.
Some church in Romania
The last thing Carlius Van Vermillion wanted to see this morning when he got to the church was that he and Berserker were late; he counted six out of seven masters were already there, he being the sixth to arrive. His eyes met with the Boc twins, the two people he would rather not speak with after he may or may not have messed with their magic crests in the past. Next to catch his eye was Leo Ruxton, somebody he knew from childhood; then he locked eyes with a young Asian woman known as Kana Sakura, who had fought in one of the many Mainer American wars, so at least she knew what she was doing; it was obvious that their servants were there as each of them seemed utterly at ease with the situation the last person was a dark-skinned priest with spiky white hair this must be master of the assassin and the overseer Shirou Kotomin, he thought to himself.
"Is everyone here?" The young priest asked as he finished praying.
"Almost Saber nor her master are here yet." Leo piped up, his hand raised in an attempt to make his presence known.
"I see; then I guess we will just have to start with them." the priest said, clapping his hands together, and a woman with a black and gold dress appeared; her black hair was long and thick, flowing down her back and no one missed her pointed ears. "This is my servant Semiramis, and I would like you all to reveal your servants to me so that I may formulate a plan." the priest said with a big smile; the first to appear after that was caster, one of the Boc siblings' her thick pink hair fell in waves to her shoulders and a little bit past them.
"You may call me Princess Hibana, ok gravel." She said, her fan pointed out in front of her; her master seeming to cringe with annoyance next to make himself know was rider his stoic demeanor emphasized by his refusal to tell his name; then it was Leo's servant's turn, the teenager appearing electricity sputtered around her head.
"You can just call me Railgun," she said, her hand on her hip; her master, Leo, folded his arms before speaking.
"And her power is way more destructive than you might think that it is." was all he said before Lancer materialized his massive form, sitting at a pillar
"Normally, I'd probably be summoned as a rider, but I'm your lancer; call me White-Beard." He spoke with an energy you wouldn't usually see in an older man like himself. It was finally Berserker who materialized without any command.
"This is Berserker. I have no idea of who or what he is," Vermillion said, showing off the dark-skinned servant.
Black faction base.
"Caster, how long will it take for your noble phantasm to take effect?" Darnic asked, sitting a chess piece shaped like a woman with a bow on a black square. "Check."
"Not long, just about six months, but my blade will suffice for now." the cloaked man said, knocking the piece that Darnic had just placed over with one that looked like a man with a lance on his shoulder. "Has Rider returned with the items she requested?" he asked, watching as Darnic took his piece in retaliation for him taking his Archer piece; the caster was five, no six moves ahead of his opponent but still making himself seem worried over how close his enemy was getting to checkmate him.
"No, but I have no doubt she will not be gone too much longer." the caster answered, taking out the berserker piece with his rider.
"On another note, the saber, do you think his allegiance will stay with us?" Darnic asked, slightly cringing at the trap he Marched into.
"As long as we can keep Barserker on our side, his allegiance will not change." the smooth voice of the caster answered. That ends the game." he stated.
"Your right. Those two seem to be rather close, and your plans for the red team," Darnic asked, frowning at the board in front of him.
Somewhere in Romania.
A woman looked at the corpse of the man who had kidnapped her and the man who had appeared to rescue her. he looked to be Indian with his dark hair and skin, and he had long brown hair, one side folded behind his ear, two big gold earrings matching the color of his eyes. He wore something similar to a priest garb with diamond-shaped buttons down the front.
"Is it you who is my master?" the man asked, looking at her wrist. "I will take your silence as confirmation, and with that, our contract is sealed; I am the Assassin of Black."
"Oh uh, ok." the green—haired woman said, surprised, but it barely showed on her face.
"Does this not surprise you, master, he asked, sensing her lack of magical abilities.
Trifas Romania.
Rider sat at a cafe as she sipped a cup of tea; she had finished picking up what she requested, mainly items so she's able to make throwing pots and multi-colored stones; her outfit was drastically different from her previous armor, in its sted she wore a simple two-layer dress with a belt around her waist and a black hood, she had received this dress from a friend who was no longer living, she thought back to that moment if there were any other way she would have taken it in a heartbeat even if that meant throwing herself in the forge.
"Are you ready to order, miss?" a waiter asked, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Oh yes, I'll have the Ciorba de Burta," she answered, sliding the menu to the waiter.
"Got it," she said, writing the order down on the paper in her hand.
"Look at that. I have been summoned a week, and I'm already getting sentimental." She spoke to no one in particular; there was no doubt in what she wanted to do with her wish.
Black faction base.
Berserker stood out on the balcony, her cold persona long since returned; her blue and black dress flowed in the wind, and the veil that covered her face obscuring her eyes no longer there.
"Berserker, there you are." Her master's voice broke the silence. "Have you been here the whole time?" he asked, adjusting his glasses slightly.
"I've been waiting, that is all," she answered, not looking in his direction. "For him." she continued
"Oh really, is that saber that important to you?" he asked, walking up beside her as he asked this.
"That man is the only other thing I truly cared for other than being Queen," she spoke, the tone of her voice never moving from its soft monotone.
"I saw some of your memories last night, but you seemed different from the cold cruel witch I heard about?"
"Really, is that so? Then, a word of advice: make no mistake, I was indeed the villain the stories made me out to be. Don't go thinking I won't double-cross you the first chance I get." she said, placing a hand on the guard rail.
"I see; then I'll leave you to it. I'll call if I need you for anything." her master said as he left.
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She could feel his presence as he appeared in the doorway. "My lady, have you been waiting long," he asked, Bowing respectfully to her.
"No, I have only been here for an hour or so, so please do not worry yourself over it. "She spoke this time with a bit of emotion seeping through.
"I see; then shall I accompany you this evening?" he asked, taking a step forward.
Somewhere in Romania.
The Rider looked at the woman in Japanese samurai garb and frowned. "Great, why am I the one to draw the short straw?" she said, her armor all already taking shape.
"Master, we might be in a bit of trouble." the woman said, slipping one hand down to her sword.
"Yeah, I get that, is she a servant?" the woman's master said, taking two or three steps back.
"Let's try this first," rider said, lifting a box in one hand and a bell in the other before ringing the bell; seconds later, a man in heavy armor and a crest of an eagle on his helmet, welding two swords.
"Well, hell, it's two on one, is it?" the woman said, drawing her Blade.
"If you manage to get past Oleg of the two wings, I'll think about fighting you; prove your strength first," Rider said, slipping the box back into the extra-dimensional item box she got it from.
"Do you not fight honorably, or are you afraid to fight me, servant of black?" The woman said her sword color fading to white and a long strip of cloth forming as she held the blade up. "Dance; Sode no Shirayuki." the woman announced, bringing her sword into a Ko Garsumi stance. In an instant, she had moved, jabbing out with her sword at Oleg, her movements a blur, but the spirit's instincts made their presence known as he brought his blades against the tip of her sword, pushing up and knocking it off course before slashing out with his blade. Still, before it landed, she vanished with the sound of static appearing some distance away. In a second, Oleg broke into a sprint, darting forward, wind forming at the tip of his sword.
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The armored man's speed and his agility made it obvious he was no amateur. As he jumped, spinning to gain momentum, coming down on her blade, she felt the wind pressure from the magic he used, releasing and forcing his blade down on her and causing the ground to crack underneath her.
"You are no average swordsman," Rukia said, forcing his swords away and flash-stepping backward before pointing her index and middle finger at the armored man and speaking. "Bakudō #1 Sai." Instantly after, the man's arms were forced behind his back, causing him to lose control of his balance and fall towards the ground from his mid-jump location. "Don't underestimate a Captain of the 13 Court Guard squads," she said proudly as she launched towards the woman in samurai armor.
...
Rider didn't know what hit her as her opponent vanished, and then she reappeared next to her. Suddenly, Rider's body felt really cold, like it was encased in ice before she lost consciousness.
Black faction base.
The masters and servants of black watched slack-jawed as Rider was suddenly encased in a pillar of ice and shattered to pieces.
"That's the red faction's saber. How do we beat that?" Berserker's master exclaimed, sinking to his knees at a complete loss.
"Saber, do you think you can take her on?" Caster asked, his voice not changing, but his body did shift in posture.
"It won't be easy, but her abilities aren't new to me but. I do have the distinct impression she was holding out on us," Saber said, shaking his head.
A/N
Welp, what did you think of this chapter? I hope you enjoyed it, and tell me what you think of Saber of Black's tidbit of back story. Also, Assassin of Black is an OC Borrowed from King000 and is not my own, so I thank him for allowing me to use his character, and I look forward to molding his story together into my own. Anyway, until next time, piece out.