A/n: Hello readers, Psychojack is back after a long hiatus with another chapter of the lemon-action hybrid tale of the Holy Nail War. Last time, Honda had taken on Silva the Poisonmancer in an unexpected mud match. After his secured victory, Silva found herself in a fatal position as a result of her own venomous magecraft. Honda has decided to spare her, using the only means he has known to be successful with providing prana, a carnally empowered prana exchange. Meanwhile, Saber, Mordred and the homunculi of Deacon's tower are forced to contend with the rest of the undead horde that still remains. Let's get to it!
SLASH
A metallic reverb rang against the air, bouncing across the landscape filled to the brim with the entities currently butting heads with one another. On one side, you had the dark garbed incarnations of Assassin as well as the twin blonde-headed knights of Camelot, Saber and Mordred. Currently, they are preoccupied hacking through their enemies with ease. On the other side, the leftovers of undead that slowly but surely piled in waves of bones as they were torn apart by the sheer strength of the empowered servants before them.
Saber's use of her noble phantasm, Excalibur, had drastically thinned the numbers of the surrounding undead armada. Where once there were organized, massively bundled legions, now were divided groupings of skull warriors, barely making a dent into the front line warriors whose strength tore through their numbers.
Mordred could visibly be seen with an irritated vein thrashing against her right temple. Despite the vast amount of combat experience the fiery knight possessed, she appeared visibly bothered. Irritation marred her usual bold demeanor.
Saber on the other hand seemed shy, refusing to meet the eyes of any on her team. She even averted her emerald eyes away from the undead as if doing so would expose an unspoken vulnerability.
Saber slashed another bone warrior into magical particles. Her focus remained preoccupied with her other thoughts. Thoughts that pertained elsewhere away from the fight itself.
"I apologize for my most ungracious conduct, Mordred. I…had not considered the repercussions of using a move in conjunction with Honda's well intended 'guidance'." Saber said squeamishly, her usual stalwart demeanor was practically non-existent.
Mordred on the other hand grew pissed. Her irritation was made increasingly prominent just as Saber was able to squeak out her apology. Whatever it was that she had done, Mordred couldn't help but still hold her in contempt.
If one were to take notice, one would be made privy to see the great legendary traitor knight of Camelot wiping sludge off of her front using a makeshift napkin that the main Hassan, Asako, had provided for her. It was a torn black fragmented cloth, no doubt a piece of stray specks of shadowy fabric provided by one of the other Assassins.
Specifically it belonged to one version of Assassin who appeared to be wearing a tattered black kilt along with his attire. He was visibly a male incarnation, possessing a shaved head, and used pebbles as makeshift ranged weapons for this battle.
"You went and barfed all over my top. I don't know about you but vomiting on me is sure as hell one way to get on my shit list. I am still willing for us to get over our differences to earn our place as our masters' knights, but this is something I don't think anyone could forget." Mordred gritted her teeth as she turned away from her 'father'. Honda having spun Saber like a drill was the main reason for Saber's unexpected torrent of bile, however, Mordred was still irritated that she was left to take the full brunt of the punishment.
'To be honest I'm not sure what to say. For the perfect king of Camelot, you seem to have lost all of your renowned "perfection".' Mordred thought to herself. Part of her was flabbergasted that the once great King Arthur displayed such a revolting site in the middle of battle.
The entire legend of King Arthur could be described as the growth and fall of the "perfect king". A king who despite all odds, was the only one capable of keeping Camelot standing for years before her own unfortunate fall. She, a commoner turned king, was so great as to shed aside her own mortal desires and mortality in exchange for the prosperity of the common folk and the suffering peoples.
The attempt to build a perfect king was usurped not only by Mordred's complete denial as being her heir, but by a multitude of factors beyond the king's control. Morgan Le Fay's schemes, the increasing doubt of her own knights as well as the growing divide between the perfect king and the flawed mobs who followed her, was what led to the end of a perfect ruler and his nation.
For Mordred to now see this perfect king, the same individual who denied her as an heir, who denied her the attachment between 'father' and 'son', in such a grotesquely flawed manner was unbecoming of Mordred's ire for Saber. Her father barfing on her was simply beyond the act itself. It was unbecoming of the reputation of a perfect king. To Mordred, it was simply too 'imperfect' to be true.
Another part of the homunculus' mind was strangely comforted from the experience of seeing her 'father' this way. For perhaps the first time, Mordred was able to see her 'father' as something she never had the opportunity to. She was able to see the king herself as human. Flawed, yet undeniably relatable. Even now, with Saber's rare display of meekness, Mordred's personal vendetta towards her 'father' has quieted. This was because as far as Mordred could tell, this wasn't the King of Camelot, at least not the same blank, unapproachable one she originally knew.
'The hell am I thinking!? Focus on the fight. We're still far from burying the hatchet.' Mordred thought stubbornly, refusing to completely ignore the divide between them…at least for now. Mordred's eyes softened upon seeing Saber's innocent expression. She appeared like a child that was caught red handed doing something wrong, pleading with her eyes for forgiveness.
'She's acting like a little kid dammit!' Mordred thought to herself as her eyebrow twitched in irritation. The difference in demeanor between the dominant 'King of Camelot' and this currently submissive 'Saber the Servant' was too vast for Mordred to accept as reality.
As for Assassin, the obscure servant, ever the opportunist, couldn't help but add onto the conversation as she slashed two undead into pieces with a rapid flurry of dagger swipes.
"It's not everyday that we get to see the great king of Camelot lose her composure in the face of danger…and her lunch. I'd have thought that she was made of sturdier stuff."
The Assassin had a notably teasing tone to her words. Her words lacked bite and were mostly meant to mildly irritate Saber as opposed to being hostile. After all, being an Assassin, seeing a proud knight like King Arthur empty her stomach on the battlefield was quite humorous to say the least. Especially when you take into consideration that she emptied herself onto Mordred, whose face sold the unexpectedly comedic moment.
Her input however, made Saber narrow her eyes in prominent irritation. It was already bad enough to have lost face in the eyes of her rival, but to have a cutthroat comment on her lack of class as well made her skin crawl.
It was in such circumstances of vulnerability that Assassin found the most humorous moments in her life, especially since meeting her master. It was strange, but this exposure to bickering amongst servants has awakened her socially, the veil of ambiguity that she had donned as a requirement of her life was notably slipping at times. Despite this, the ebony skinned servant was finding herself looking forward to the back and forth banter with such renowned knights. One could say that she developed a taste for silver tongued mischief, one triggered by her equally underhanded and carnally devious master.
Saber sputtered as she bisected an undead. "I swear it wasn't on purpose! I would never stoop so low as to intentionally empty my belly in such a manner right in the midst of battle. Such actions I would abhor myself, however I couldn't resist, it was simply too much even for me. Honda spun me around in many circles and left me disoriented…"
Assassin smiled underneath her mask, in a rare facial expression that clearly enjoyed these current events. "How unbecoming of a knight. Perhaps you should stay behind. You are clearly ill."
Saber narrowed her eyes. "Never! Honda needs me for the war and I will win this bet!"
Saber immediately sliced through several undead warriors with a left handed swing. Her glowing blade had carved through their carcasses as if they were porcelain, sprinkling fragments of cartilage against the battlefield, along with a few funny bones and splintered rib cages.
Mordred and Assassin looked on as Saber picked up her pace. Out of all things the aforementioned Holy Sword wielder could mention, it was odd to see the dutiful knight be more preoccupied with the idea of winning the earlier bet for personal time with Honda as opposed with achieving victory.
Mordred sweatdropped, as she saw Saber put a little more energy into her swings, carving through multiple skeletons with each sway of her blade.
'I didn't know father could be so competitive! I thought that being a perfect king meant remaining stoic and neutral to self pride.' Mordred analyzed as she continued her own killing spree of undead.
'And if she's gonna take this whole thing seriously, then I need to know exactly who among us is racking in the most points! Otherwise I'll lose the bet and miss my chance to gain some alone time with master!'
Just to be sure, Mordred called Idores.
"Hey Idores! Whose racking in the most kills so far! I lost count!" Mordred asked loudly. Her canine teeth were displayed in a prideful smirk, anticipating her score in this game unofficially established among servants.
Idores narrowed her eyes. "What do I look like? A goddamn calculator? This isn't a game, focus on killing all of them!"
From above the servants, Niki and Miki rode the air balloon, dropping another bomb against a group of the bone walkers, fracturing them in an aqua tinted fiery burst of energy.
Niki leaned downard, with both hands pressed onto her lips in order to project her voice to the servant below.
"So far, among the servants, Atalanta holds the most kills."
This prompted the Assassins, Mordred and Saber to pause mid swing, as they came to a sudden realization. One incarnation of Assassin had tripped into a ditch that led deep underground, mainly due to the realization that the Archer class servant was the one winning the bet so far.
Despite their training, petty competition was what distracted these legendary figures.
Turning back to a currently fatigued Atalanta who had used her anti army noble phantasm, the three female servants realized that technically, as it stood, they were losing to the damn prudish cat girl.
Atalanta, with her far reaching optics, couldn't help but notice instinctually the venomous glare that she was getting from the trio of competitive servants that were in the frontlines of the battlefield. Their eyes gleamed ominously in her direction.
Atalanta mumbled. "What are they staring at me for?"
Atalanta looked confusedly at Stria, hoping to get a possible answer behind the glare aimed at her from so far away. She was literally nowhere near them to begin with, what could she have done to wrong them?
Stria, with her rifle still primed and ready to fire against the undead soldiers, was drilling her own blood colored gaze onto the huntress. Her neutral facial expression made Atalanta's tail lower and puff from a notable growing chill against her spine.
"What?" She asked, mustering as much stoicism as she could, yet failing due to confusion still working its way into her face.
Stria's red optics as well as those of the homunculi guards on the wall, strangely grilled her with their eyes alone. Hundreds of scarlet glares surrounded the cat girl who could only feel the desire to retreat from her current position.
It was clear that whatever made the servants dislike Atalanta was the same reason behind their apparent distaste for her as well.
Mordred screamed at Niki in outrage. "Whose second place!?"
Niki opened a calculator in her hand. With a few quick strokes as she tallied up the kills, Niki blushed as she answered the question. "Well…Saber was second but…"
The homunculus maid tossed another prana bomb into another group of undead.
BOOM
CRACKLE
"After that last bomb, that would be me…" Niki said with a not so guilty expression. Her face was flushed as she embarrassedly looked away from Mordred's eyes. The half smile on her lips clearly displayed her real feelings on the matter. Miki stood behind her with a chalkboard that held a final tally. She erased Niki's original score with a new one. It was clear that Niki was not lying.
The score read as thus in vibrant white strokes:
Atalanta: 1324
Niki: 893
Saber: 656
Assassin: 457
Idores: 335
Mordred: 334
Mordred grasped her scalp in rage. "Seriously!? How did I get last place against a lame magus and an Assassin!?"
Idores scoffed irritatedly. "Speak for yourself, you subpar knight! I actually held the walls with ice magecraft. The spikes I made with my magecraft are practically the main reason we weren't swarmed!" Idores explained, her eyes narrowed in contempt for the last insult given to her by the second rate knight who insulted her.
Mordred looked at Assassin and her other incarnations in the middle of battle, utilizing high velocity pebbles and debris to strike down many targets. Considering that there were 100 total incarnations accounted for, it was obvious why the shadowy servant outpaced Mordred's own momentum. She outpaced her with sheer numbers as opposed to raw power.
Assassin cleared her throat uncomfortably, feeling the deep reaching eyes of the blood garbed traitor knight. Other incarnations were more expressive with their apparent win against Mordred, via high fives. Mordred deadpanned at the realization of the purple headed cutthroats' exploitation of her abilities.
'Oh yeah I forgot…there's a hundred of the same bitch…' The ravenous blonde thought with her left eye twitching. This was frustrating her to no end.
The three servants looked at each other with narrowed glances before the fire of competition lit within them like an inferno.
And ruptured like a volcano.
All three went about pumping extra prana in their bodies with a single intent. One primal goal all for one reward that included much needed 'refueling' of their rapidly draining reserves.
To not lose to Atalanta. To win 'personal time' with Honda.
Idores sighed at the sight of legendary figures competing for the street magician. There was no other reason the Velune head could surmise from their competitive interaction.
'I can't believe that they would make sport of this entire battle. All for a man who is not even a magus. And here I thought I was quite the mindflayer…'
Which reminded her, what was Honda up at this very moment.
Idores narrowed her eyes.
'I hope that idiot hasn't gotten himself killed!' Idores thought with a serious gaze. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, magus or no, Honda would be needed for the rest of the war ahead. That and he was the only possible link to Ford. If he died, all of her sacrifices would have been for nothing.
He did run for the treeline, towards Silva, the renowned poisonmancer. The fact that he went at it alone was dangerous. Even with Ebony at his side, Idores could not deny that clenching sensation of worry that emanated within her breast.
At the same time, the albinos' mind drifted. A silent part of her that bubbled to the forefront of her thoughts, echoing loudly within the chasms of her own mind.
'Please be alive…'
-Meanwhile back at the Mud Pit-
HONDA TIME
Currently the street magician was in the midst of the second phase of his showdown with his opponent, Silva Busujima. One that wouldn't be settled with violence or verbal debate.
In this case, it would be through the trading of tongues and swapping of unrelinquishing lips.
Rosy red lips belonging to Silva were overwhelmed with the immeasurably passionate tempo of bold tonsil fueled thrusts utilized by the Warlock above her. Her multi shaded eyes spun in swirls as Honda suckled her lips with his own, despite the cold rain brushing against their half naked bodies.
The fire headed poisonmancer struggled against the unexpected onslaught. A mere few seconds ago Honda had gone on about willingly providing a prana exchange to her. The madness of it was that he would provide the prana through the primitive execution of physical sex as opposed to rituals or runes like any other magus would do.
To a magus of her standing, such an unexpected display of affection was obscene and in fact, barbaric.
Such actions were practically beneath her and unbecoming of a true magus. At least that was what she originally believed.
Before she had met the one known as Honda the Warlock. The one magus who had defeated her…twice!
Against all odds, the one who bested her, who possessed as much power and tactical skill as any expert-class magus, felt compelled to engage her in this manner. For what reason would he reduce himself to his most base desires this way? Why forgo the time saving efficiency of runes in favor of this outdated, physically draining variation of a prana exchange.
'What is he doing!? Shouldn't he be trying to get this ordeal over with? What kind of magus has to do a prana exchange through physical contact!?' Silva thought whilst droplets of rain water slipped down her torso, already sleek with sweat from the duel she had earlier as well as the remaining bits of wet mud that had stuck to her during their climatic battle.
Honda suckled the Busujima's bottom lips, causing her to let out a staggering moan from within her chest, one that she defiantly tried to hold in. It was unfitting of a magus of her standing to show vulnerability to any enemy, hence her attempt to withhold any noticeable reactions that would display pleasure.
'The audacity of this degenerate, having me weakened so he could make his claim on my body! But I won't falter, he won't get any satisfaction from me!' Silva thought with prideful opposition, fortifying her resolve. Her body was too fatigued to put up any sort of real resistance, and as thus she would have to make do with depriving Honda of any sign that would stoke his ego.
Having long been used to the cutthroat political bureaucracies of the magical world, this was the only possible reason behind Honda's actions. It had to be through who, a sick attempt at portraying dominance in his victory. It was always the same with many magi, their egos matched their skillset, demanding a sick satisfaction along with their win. Some gained it through torture, others through experimentation. With Honda, it seemed that he liked to play with the bodies of helpless women of his choosing.
Honda's lips suckled and gently nibbled her red glazed lips causing her to release a mild moan, interrupting her from her false projections of Honda.
"Mmmph! Mhmm…"
'Dammit!' Silva chastised herself, as she, very audibly, allowed a moan to sneak past her lips. She clearly failed in holding back her bodily reactions. The muffled noise of pleasured stimulation promptly made Honda more confident in his movements, causing him to press his lips against hers with more fervor. This forced her to breathe through her nostrils, coming out airily as she took in whatever air she could. Her heart jackhammered against her breast with each oral 'attack'. Notably, she was keeping a tab on the smoothness of his own lips, pressing and pulling hers with heated fervor.
SMOOCH
SUCKLE
'What kind of magus is he to have this much skill with his lips!? So forceful!' Silva sweatdropped as Honda pulled no punches, using his left hand to keep her smooth glowing face in place as he claimed her without an ounce of care, as if it were second nature, with nothing held back. Her cheeks flared with the unexpected captivating sensation of Honda's lips exploring her own with such apparent vigor.
BA DUMP
BA DUMP
Silva's heart thrashed against her breast. Her arms limply pressed against Honda's torso in a helpless attempt to stave off the volley of high precision smooches, the man was like an animal, so shamelessly taking her as if she were some form of plaything.
As this was happening, Honda was using his right hand to caress her midsection, brushing stray raindrops whilst feeling out her smooth abdomen, the belly of his 'donee' for this prana exchange.
Dare she say it, though she was practically unmoving as a result of her prana induced fatigue, Silva found the idea of being used as some form of a prize to be oddly satisfying. It stoked her own highborn ego that another magus, one much more skilled and powerful than herself, was filled with such unquenchable desire for her. At the same time, she was struggling to let it slide that technically an enemy of the Holy Grail War sought to pleasure her to begin with. As a result of dealing with all manner of magi for years, the buxom snake summoner was far more comfortable with a magus inclined to kill her than a magus possessing such passion for her. Competition and animosity was more inclined to be the norm amongst magi than affection and even mercy. This new experience made her uncomfortable as well as all the more stimulated, for it was not a normal occurrence for her to fight for the claim of another's body.
SMOOCH
Honda was enjoying the smooth nooks of her neck, thrillingly nibbling the pale flesh that bounced back the lighting of the moon, and highlighted by the reflective sheen of the rain that stained her skin. To the Warlock himself, it was like excavating an exquisite feast, one that was all a result of the scripted events of the Holy Nail War, unaware of the fact that he was literally indulging in a powerful poisonmancer that was literally at his mercy.
"Oh…" Silva breathed out as Honda excavated her neckline with suckles, confusing her with the odd pattern of vacuum sucks and nips of her exposed nape.
Silva's thoughts then began to look back into when she had first met the Warlock. The way he appeared to playfully tease and mess with her, so much as to warrant her to lose her cool before the battle at Deacon's tower even started.
'Ever since I've met you, Warlock I have consistently lost my composure. For some reason he seems to know how to make me lose my patience. You being the sole reason behind the end of my own alliance is merely yet another sign of your miraculous talent for subterfuge.'
Honda nibbled the left side of her neck, right underneath her jawline, causing her to squirm.
Silva's mind also couldn't help but remember that dreaded paper airplane he had sent her way.
That, and the crudely straightforward message it contained within.
-Flashback: Chapter 29-
…Silva looked at the message reading it in her mind again.
"None of us can hear you, do you have a cellphone or something? By the way, you are wild cute XO wink face…"
…"P.S. It's quite cold outside, how about you come inside for a hot cup of coffee. I'll be sure to fill it to the brim with thick, frothing cream."
The bottom of the message had a puckered lips emoji that resembled Saber with a notable ahoge on top of its head.
-Flashback End-
Silva's calculating eyes narrowed as her thoughts of this whole situation came to the forefront, even as Honda was unashamedly teasing her body with more amorous attention. Currently he was teasing the rim of her right ear with gentle licks that sent neural induced tingles through her spine.
'He did write that obscenely written love note inside of that crude paper airplane. This Warlock must be some kind of depraved fool!' Silva thought to herself as Honda nibbled the left side of her neck with a gentle brush of his bare teeth, causing the redhead to gasp and her voice to hitch. He was tantalizing her with careful nips of his teeth against the contours of her smooth pale neck, causing her nerves to reflexively jump from the unexpected stimulation.
"Hah!" The poisonmancer heaved, her body steadily becoming hot, churning from deep within a fire that had been unknown to her until this moment. Despite putting on a brave face, the mud drenched female magus let loose a volley of high pitched and feminine gulps of air with each smoldering kiss laid against her face and neck from Honda. His right hand had already pressed the attack on her torso, feeling the shape of her left hip, giving her squeezes that were both warm and firm, tenderizing the sides of her hipline before closely pressing into her spherically toned backside. His explorative hand was already experimenting with the waist of her tight black pants, now stuck to her skin as a result of the thick rain that glued her lower clothing
In the recesses of Silva's mind, she began to put recent events together, based on what she has been exposed to this far.
'From what I can gather so far, he's a third party magus, an unknown who went into the Holy Grail War, seeking to be granted a wish. Considering how he commands the homunculi, and the amount of skill he possessed to slay those undead and defeat me, there is no doubt he must have successfully killed Deacon. As a result, he obtained a tower, an army, and even the servants within. So why does he…'
The inner workings of her feminine mind began spiraling putting things into perspective, formulating the only possible reason that would explain the madness of this Warlock known as Honda. Why would one such as he want to lay claim to her as opposed to just immediately grant her prana?
To a logically sound magus she simply couldn't fathom anything other than the obvious.
'Is that what this all was about? Was he enamored with me from afar? As a Busujima, there are many who would wish to be a part of my house, and possess the status of my family name. Did he know of my presence within the Holy Grail War beforehand? Did he defeat Deacon, conquer his tower, and defeat me in a match merely to…save me? To have a shot at me!?'
Silva's face blushed as Honda's fingers began teasing her waist, groping her wettened midsection with ticklish brushes of the tips of his fingers. Her own mental rush of intrusive overcomplicated thoughts caused her to be distracted from the reality of Honda's current conquest of her body. Even his smoldering lips began teasing her abdominal region, making her let out an unexpected ticklish giggle.
'I…I laughed! Why would I show such vulnerability?'
Honda's frost colored gaze took aim at the high born magus' kingdom sized mammaries, still blocked from the chilly air by a drenched non wired black bra.
Silva, with her eyes closed due to the rain and her own weakness as a result of Honda's 'attack' attempted to recover her breath. In doing so, her generously full breast rose and lowered with each breath, making Honda turned on from admiring the results of this mana exchange so far. That and the body of the one who would be his 'patient' for this night.
'God damn! Like being at the top of Mount Everest! I could see my house from on top of those twin peaks!' Honda thought jokingly. He couldn't deny that the redheaded master beneath him was one masterwork of genetics. Her long curly red locks that were messily wet from the rain, combined with vibrant pale skin, currently stained by patches of wet mud, made her naughtily desirable to the street magician.
'Might as well take my time with this, to the victor goes the spoils, and I intend on making sure this feels as good for her as it will for me. The Holy Nail War really knows how to make an experience, that's for sure!' Honda grinned as he stopped his kissing spree, watching as Silva gasped for air. Her right wrist blocked her eyes as she struggled to maintain her strong facade.
"Ha…ha…" Silva gasped out as she faintly blocked stray bits of rain from getting into her eyes.
'What is this fool doing? Why…did he stop?' Silva thought with frustrated confusion before peeking from the shade of her wrists. Her blue and green colored irises widened as she felt hands grip on the straps of her bra. Her body was being pulled upward as Honda was currently holding her in his embrace, attempting to remove the confining piece of clothing.
'Is he reaching for my bra! But what about the exchange!? This has nothing to do with that, just get it over with! This is no time to drag this!' Silva thought to herself as she squeezed her eyes upon some stray rain drops landing against her vision. Her heart rate increased as she felt the flexible digits of the street magician reach for the bothersome restraints behind her bra, keeping her mammaries cut off from the anarchistic freedom of the night sky.
CLICK
Silva wiped her eyes rapidly to notice Honda against her right shoulder, nibbling her as he slipped off the accursed garment which blocked his prize.
Silva hissed as she felt the teeth of the Warlock against her flesh, tenderizing her succulent skin with minor nips and scraps of his jugular against her person. Her eyes closed tightly as the sensation rippled through her nerves, causing her to gasp mildly from the way he teased her.
Honda slipped the garment off of her, revealing her nubile torso exposed to the rain. Two large mounds of breast flesh were exposed to him. The rain drops dribbled against her melons, reflecting the light of the moon against her skin, as well as her nipples that puckered in response to the contrasting sensations of her internal arousal.
'Its cold!' Silva shuddered from the now simple fact that her breasts were now exposed. She instinctively tried to cover her top, only to find Honda immediately press the attack as he began smooching and licking her plump round mounds. He practically engraved their soft moist texture in his mind, as they made his masculine instincts light with glee at such exposure to such pleasant plumpness. Her limp and weakened hands grasped his scalp to get his attention. This was a truffle in itself due to her constant hitches in her throat as well as the hiccups of air released as the impassioned street performer graced her globetrotters with explorative licks and heated kisses.
"W-what about the exchange!?" Silva hissed out before Honda teased her left nipple with his tongue, sending neural shocks through her body as she let out a shuddering moan.
"Oohh…hmmm!"
Honda, whilst head deep into the valley of mountainous knockers, spoke between suckles and nips.
"This is the exchange. You're getting the full experience. Each-"
SMOOCH
"-and every-"
SMOOCH
SUCKLE
"-step!" Honda said with a joyful smile as he vacuum sucked her puckered right nipple while his right hand squeezed the redheads' left breast. His fingers weren't enough to grab the entire pillowy flesh, but with his constant flexing of his fingers, he was able to provide ample attention to the unattended mammary.
"A-ah!" Silva let out a surprised grunt as she flicked her head back. The rainwater sprinkled her face as her battle with Honda transitioned into its conclusion phase.
'This is what a true prana exchange entails!? What madness!'
-Back at the battlefield-
A group of Assassin incarnations were easily clearing past the undead that sought to oppose them. The rain had begun transforming the hard dirt ground into soft and easily malleable mud, the terrain steadily becoming easily molded by the lightest of footsteps and unstable with the immeasurably large number of combatants currently present.
SLASH
CLING
CLANG
An overwhelmingly muscular incarnation of Assassin, tore through a few straggling undead that literally tripped on the soggy disbalanced mud, through the use of his own gargantuan physique.
WHAM
BASH
Each blow was fast and struck like iron balls befitting a cannon. The strength alone broke the sound barrier with each swing, tearing through the air like buckshots.
"Zayd, it looks like the storm's starting to pick up." The overwhelmingly large imposing Assassin said offhandedly before another Assassin incarnation, a more lean one, covered his back using a few well shot pebbles he had collected.
"This is good Gozusu, it means more easy pickings. These undead have horrible balance, we on the other hand are perfect for these kinds of battlefields." The lean Assassin, now identified as Zayd, informed the bulkier Gozusu. Though they were incarnations of the same entity, each one possessed differences in personalities that would cause them to speak to one another as if they were different people, sharing different interpretations of events and trading information like a network. Combined with their individual skills that each incarnation possessed, this made an odd yet very useful and versatile capability unique only to the known as Hassan of the Hundred Faces.
The two Assassins heard a large explosion of splattering mud puddles. At the center of the explosion was Mordred, who due to the competition made between her, Saber and Asako, the main Hassan, was fervently trying to rack up her killstreak through the use of large reaching swings and ground slams that shattered enemies.
Mordred raised her red rune inscribed blade, Clarent, which crackled with a surge of electrical energy before sweeping past a dozen armored skeletons before they exploded in a burst of eroded cartilage.
"Ah! Dammit all! If I can't keep up the pace I'll lose to my own father!" Mordred roared frustratingly as next to her, Saber sliced down a few skull runners with seamless precision strikes.
"It doesn't help that my father is also trying to win the same prize I am…dammit Honda! Of all servants to summon, why'd it have to be my own dad!?"
Mordred whined, irritated at the idea of losing.
SHING
CRACKLE
Saber sliced an undead that crawled within the mud, trying to make an unexpected back strike against the traitor knight whilst her back was turned.
"Eyes focused Mordred!" Saber stated to Mordred. Mordred blinked in confusion that Saber appeared to protect her from a flanking strike. Even despite their mutual issues with one another, Saber's own honor ensured that Mordred's keester was well protected.
Mordred found herself shockingly about to thank her 'father' for aiding her during a moment of weakness. "Um…than-"
"I want you to be the first to bear witness to my victory!" Saber finished, a mild smirk was on her face.
Mordred face immediately turned into a defiant snarl. Her thanks was practically swallowed in her throat. Whatever gratefulness she was about to bestow upon her 'father' was buried beneath her frustration at the fact that Saber was still focused on winning their bet.
Mordred growled.
"You were just trying to beat my score! You asshole! That was my kill! Go get your own!"
Saber looked to the side, a faux innocent expression appeared on her face. "It wasn't my fault you were hardly paying attention. We're in the middle of a war, and carelessly exposing yourself for flanking attacks is a surefire way to get you killed."
Mordred bore her canines as a physical display of open challenge. She would not have her 'father' insult her pride, as if she were some incompetent child.
"So that's how you wanna play it huh!? Fine then!" Mordred sliced an undead that Saber was going to kill, her emerald eyes widened comically as Mordred intercepted her kill, prompting the blue garbed knight to narrow her own eyes. An inner fire of competition and rivalry fueled their movements, like a dance of bladed retribution towards their enemies.
As for Assassin herself, she was just mildly laughing to herself, shaking her head at the fact that two of the greatest knights of all time were literally bickering amongst themselves.
'Being among servants of this caliber I didn't expect to see them in such an unprofessional light. How unbecoming of the legends that they are known for. They fight like children!' The enigmatic servant thought to herself, a self pride in her own stoic control of her emotions. Being an assassin, she was made to be beyond such trivial petty matters.
"Assassin, Mordred just passed your score, you're lagging behind!" The homunculus maid Miki announced emotionlessly via a megaphone, messily strapped together with duct tape. The homunculus maid steered the air balloon as Niki rained down more and more prana bombs onto several skeletons who had brought bows into the fray, seeking to flank the fighters with a long ranged volley.
Assassin and all her incarnations widened their eyes in synchronization. Before they knew it, their movements were driven into overdrive, the fight gradually became a slaughter that rained bones that overshadowed the raindrops above them, just as Honda stated in his rallying speech for his Red Eye legion.
Idores sweatdropped from seeing the massive amount of impassioned blade swings. Despite being at the tower walls, even she knew she was safer away from the competition between the servants than she would be amongst the undead. The walking dead were practically goners at the rate the servants went about disposing them.
'All this for him…jeez…' Idores thought to herself before narrowing her eyes after thinking back on Niki's earlier score.
Idores mumbled to herself. "Doesn't Mordred beating Assassin's score mean that I'm…dead last…"
Idores had to catch herself. She didn't want to think about the eighth master any more than what was necessary.
Though she did have to admit, the thought of losing this bet was something that made her insides burn.
Oddly enough, her frost magecraft began yielding icy spikes which she sent towards an undead, as if she was possessed.
-Back to Honda-
HONDA TIME (CONTINUED)
(A/n: *Que Music - O Fortuna*)
A lush curly red mane flung about messily as Silva Busujima splattered her head against the muddy ground. Constant shuddering gasps and squeaks emanated from her full glazed lips as she endured the escalating prana exchange from Honda the Warlock. Her red lips heaved, releasing moans and impassioned heavy pants as Honda continued his attack.
SLURP
SLICK
"A-Ahn! What are you doing!? Just get the exchange over with! There's not *hiss* enough…time! I'm literally *gasps* dying!" Silva whined before releasing another unrestrained mewl as Honda lathered up her lower lips with deep reaching power thrusts from his tongue. The extended pink orphan raided her entrance with invigorating twirls and stimulating flaps that made her insides warm and moisten as the pleasure increased . Despite the rain, Silva's cheeks flushed, contrasting heavily with her pale skin.
Honda currently had his head buried between her thighs, now free of what was left of her drenched attire. Her silky smooth legs were arched over his broad shoulders as he devoured her entrance lips, wearing her down while simultaneously groping her breasts with his free hands.
Silva's well manicured digits held onto Honda's scalp. She consciously ingrained how smooth and voluminous his black locks were, as well as the smooth pliable skin of his face. Part of her wanted to shove him off of her. Another part wanted to live to see tomorrow. The only means provided to her was this lustfully blinded magus who excelled in magecraft as he did with his tongue.
'What is this!? How did he learn that!? It's…too much!' Silva whined internally as her fingers weakly gripped his head, almost in a limply manner. Specifically, she was finding her fingers making slow strides, almost caressing the locks of his head as he worked his tongue within her insides, now drenched with stimulation and attentiveness.
"I'm cold and yet…so warm! Umh! There is n-no need to continue with this!" Silva pleaded with the Warlock, caught between her need for dignity and the primal part of her body that was desiring more. A part of her that needed more.
Honda, after enough foreplay, pulled himself free from between Silva's thighs, uncaring of his hands making contact with the mud beneath him as he moved his way back to Silva's face before gracing her lips with the salivating sensation of his tongue brushing against hers.
"Hmm!?" Silva let out as Honda orally claimed her mouth with his own in a battle of tonsil thrusts.
'Wait! After licking down there? That's disgusting! It's so filthy!' The bashful poisoner thought, with furrowed eyebrows as she was contemplating the revolting idea of being kissed after experiencing such an oral session.
Physically, the auburn headed bodacious magus was feeling the oddly warming sensation of something deep within her core. An urge of sorts, one that had been steadily fanned like embers before they ignited a fire. In this case, what she was feeling was much more akin to a brewing inferno, one she was mentally trying to fight against with every cell of her fatigued body.
Her eyes became lopsided with the intense make out session, as her instincts began caving in to the pressure.
SUCKLE
SLURP
SLICK
'If this is the kind of 'torture' I will have to endure in order to survive…'
Silva steadily opened her mouth a tad more, enabling Honda to reach deeper. Her own tongue began steadily reaching out, testing the oral glands of the man who defeated her, and finding herself unbothered by it. Her original reservations melted upon her willful act of reciprocation.
Oddly enough, the more she tasted his mouth, the more warmth her body felt. Was this a sign that the prana exchange was working?
With self preservation being the main justification behind her acceptance to her fate, among other things, Silva thought to herself.
'So be it…I accept your offer! Damn you Warlock!' Silva admonished herself for the fact that her own body began submitting to Honda, opening its defenses for this much desired 'exchange'.
Silva pressed her face into Honda's as she clenched her eyes tightly. Her desire for living made her wrap her tongue around Honda's like a lifeline, her only means of escaping the gaping maw of death itself.
Honda raised an eyebrow as he inwardly smirked.
'Oh, looks like someone's getting into things! She clearly likes the exchange. A little out of character considering she's supposed to be 'defeated' but who really cares? I'm tired of holding back myself.'
Their tongues began caressing one another in rapid fire attacks, battling for dominance. Like any other battle she has partaken in, the poisonmancer was showing her inner fire, attempting to put a brave face at the obstacle that stood in the way of her prolonged existence.
'This barbarian seeks to claim me, and thinks I would go without a fight? You are wrong Warlock, I'm only using you to survive! That's it!' Silva thought vehemently before her lips suckled Honda's lips like a vacuum.
'Nothing more!' Silva reaffirmed herself as Honda pulled her into his embrace, her pale form pressed against his lean one as they were caught in the middle of their 'fight'.
RUMBLE
Thunder began crackling in the sky above them, rupturing the air as the rain increased in intensity.
Instinctually, her wet body craved warmth. With the unexpected surge of prana that fueled her body with each lap of her tongue, Silva was able to stiffly navigate her arms to hold onto Honda's shoulders as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, nibbling it as she ingrained the well sculpted body of the magus who had chosen to 'spare' her.
'You're just a…lust driven madman! A wild beast seeking pleasure in the middle of a battlefield of your own making.' Silva thought as she suckled Honda's left shoulder, nibbling and suckling it to leave a wet reddened hickey. Honda chuckled as Silva was quite enthusiastic in her choice of 'attack' on his chest.
Silva's face bore the expression of lost rationality. A carnally awakened being stood in her place, making her claw his back almost pleadingly, begging for more. This prompted Honda to let out a pleased groan, one that made Silva instinctually pleased on an internal level.
'You are the most vile, mentally depraved magus I could have ever met. I have never known such…deplorable, dirty tactics! And yet, why am I acting this way!?' Silva thought as she felt Honda lick her right earlobe, giving the extended nub of flesh carefully placed smooches and tongue laps.
Silva let out a breathy pant, as the sky rumbled again.
"Mmh~" Her insides heated up, burning as Honda squeezed her pale shapely buttocks, drenched in rain and bits of stray mud as a result of their current mud pit environment.
Ebony, who had overseen the whole ordeal so far, merely tilted her head confusingly as she observed her master lay claim to the magus. Originally her guard was up, however, considering the current shift in Silva's demeanor, the automaton decided to sit against the bark of a distended tree. She awaited her master to finish with patience, like a student observing a lesson. The spectral golem was keeping this in mind for later.
Silva was losing herself in the immeasurable torturous strain delivered by the insatiable magus serving as her 'donor'. Her fingers clenched against his back as she held on for dear life, shoving her tongue as far as she could into his mouth as she quite literally drained as much energy as the Warlock would provide.
Before she knew it, Honda had immediately scooped her up in midair, using his thick hands to carry her by her feminine toned thighs, using his own masculine frame to support her limp body that leaned against his to maintain balance.
Silva's eyes glowed as something thick and bulbous was pressing against her posterior, practically tempting her rear with mild brushes that sent jolts throughout her spinal column.
"*Hiss* What…what is that?*" Silva squeaked past her lips. A faint drop of saliva slid down the corner of her rosy lips as she felt the extended staff of Honda the Warlock made itself known.
"Something that no magecraft could beat. The ancient dance of man and woman." Honda whispered in her ear, causing her nipples to pucker flat against his biceps as Honda aimed her body.
SLICK
With careful alignment, Honda was able to enter inside Silva's most vulnerable spot. A spot no blade could reach without killing her, yet made her powerless all the same.
Silva's breathing was hoarse and came out in rapid pants, as Honda the Warlock filled her to the brim, glued to her hips as his length slipped past her vaginal walls. Being manhandled midair by Honda made the force of gravity work in his favor, spearing her womb against his almighty staff of rejuvenation.
"L-Lancer?" Silva mumbled in her penis induced delusion. She was so used to the sole focus of the Holy Grail War that she had confused the penetrating sensation entering her vaginal walls as the weapon of a servant as opposed to a man providing pleasure using the only tool nature could provide.
'Lancer? Don't tell me she just confused me for that guy!' Honda thought to himself as she remembered the blue cladded servant he had thrown out of the Velune residence. The mere thought of being compared to that perverted male escort made Honda's pride flare, wanting to rectify Silva's mistake of comparing him to Lancer.
To him this was no longer just a part of his reward, this was now a trial of masculinity. He would make her scream his name.
Honda, holding her thighs apart, began thrusting upwards as the redheaded poisoner yelped to the heavens as the storm increased, blinding her eyes with all the raindrops that fell from above. Thunder ripped past the sound barrier as her womb was pierced by the Honda battering ram.
"Haaaah~" Silva let out in a depraved manner, her rationality needed to maintain focus was steadily being eroded with the slow but deeply churning pumps of the mad magus in front of her.
At the same time, it was clear the exchange was working, because how else was it possible that Silva had possessed enough energy to wrap her thighs around her captor so tightly?
"Silva Busujima, say my name." Honda commanded the crimson haired snake summoner.
Wantingly, the supple pale thighs of his enemy pulled him deeper, making Honda excitedly pump faster with her apparent wanton encouragement of her legs. She was practically egging him on with subtle shifts of her own hips that clashed against his own, in a flurry of audible claps of wet skin.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
'What? His name? What is he on about?' Silva confusedly asked herself, despite her body openly taking him in full mass, spreading her arousal against his shaft.
The sounds of wet skin rippled the air, while at the same time lightning crackled the sky, obscuring the collective groans and moans of the participants behind this prana exchange.
RUMBLE
CRACKLE
"Silva, say my name, I will not allow you to finish otherwise!" Honda threatened, his Warlock voice commanding Silva who wound up clenching her hips in wanton lust. Part of her didn't want this to stop, her body was on fire and refused to allow herself to be denied her pleasure.
'What is wrong with me…I can't stop! I'm losing control!' Silva admonished herself as Honda squeezed her right buttocks with a persistent grope. Her response was to grind herself forward, ensuring that Honda was able to bury himself ever deeper into her insides, tenderizing her innards with each thrust.
Silva squeaked as her face bore an unquenchable hunger in her eyes, despite her attempts to deny her newly awakened desire.
Her abnormally shaded eyes met Honda's frost coated orbs with a simmering demand. A look that only freshly triggered instincts could display. The same ones she was still desperately trying to deny.
'That smug expression of his, it's as if he's having a thrill from this. Sick bastard!' Silva thought as her own hips bucked against his, seeking his length to stuff her, to provide the warmth that staved off the chilling rain.
Her own hypocrisy was laid out in full view of her enemy, yet despite this she wouldn't accept the growing reality that as a Busujima, her stalwart facade was long broken already.
'Why can't I stop? This can't be simply because of petty instincts! It's like I'm melting, despite how freezing it is. I just can't stop! It's like I'm moving automatically!' Silva thought despite her lips being caught in another tongue wrestle war with Honda who pressed her against the smooth textured bark of a withered tree brought on by the shockwaves of nearby battle. He turned her around and pistoned her from behind, her limp hands grasping the dead bark as Honda's hips clapped against her backside. The form flesh rippled with each contact of their lower bodies. Meanwhile her large breasts pancakes against the rough bark, cushioning her torso as Honda humped against her. She thrashed with each pump, letting out pleasured yet confused yelps and airy sighs.
"Gah! Hah! Mmh!" Silva gasped out, flicking her red curly locks that shined with raindrops as Honda thrusted into her over and over again. Hanging for dear life, Silva felt her reserves grow enough for her arms to regain some of their earlier strength.
GRIP
Which she used to tightly grab onto Honda's thighs as one would a blessing. Her nails dug into the solid muscular flesh of the warrior magus. This physical display was synonymous with her pleading for a glimpse of a graceful bestowment of renewal.
In her case, her renewal could only be described as the carnal ballet of 'balls and boobs'.
FLOP
The same boobs that Honda suckled as his thrusts made her insides burn and inflate like a balloon.
FLAP
The same prana infused balls that sought her entrance, even as her body practically already revealed itself to him, bucking against his thrusts with impassioned grinds that sought his seed. Survival wasn't enough anymore; she craved the exchange itself:
And the man behind it to deliver. This was something that surprised even one such as her. Her own body betrayed her as she became an ever willing participant in regards to playing the part of Honda's 'prize'. Her reasoning was eroded by sheer primal instinct.
'I…I…'
Her body arched onto the tree as Honda began shifting his tempo at a more rapid pace, ensuring that he shifted his hips in circulating positions to provide an unusually rippling jolt of deeply penetrating and far reaching grinds that made her core swell.
"Say it!" Honda commanded again, giving her buttocks a light spank. This caused Silva to heave pleasurably, as her locks flailed to the side as his impacts increased with intensity.
Without her reasoning, Silva whimpered.
"Wa-War…"
SPANK
"H-Hon…".
Her insides felt as if a bubble was going to pop, as Honda continuously ravaged her insides. She on the other hand was seeing in double as her eyes looked to the stormy heavens. With this intense amount of exertion, she lacked enough mental fortitude to maintain her focus due to the increasing stimulation granted to her. Her curly red locks messily obscured her vision as she hiccuped and squeaked, rapid pants and drawled out moans emanating from her full lips as she neared the point of her physical salvation, as well as the leap towards her mental obliteration.
FLIP
FLAP
FLOP
'I can't take it! I ah! I am…' Silva thought as Honda gripped her waist towards his person as he hilted himself fully in her womb as he was about to erupt. At the same time, Silva's own rain drenched body clenched her hips tightly as her own reached climax, intending on keeping the well endowed magus sheathed inside her
"Honda the Warlock! I want it! I want it all!" Silva begged.
With that single demand the floodgates were released. Honda emptied himself inside the Busujima magus. At the same, her own body spasmed and squirmed as she felt her body tighten. Every muscle rippled with the pulsating sensation of an overwhelming orgasm.
Honda held her tight against himself, preventing the poison magus from falling onto the mud. Her backside was planted flat against his torso, providing much needed body heat within the furious storm that filled their battlefield.
The thunder and lightning had long seized, leaving them under a curtain of drizzle that washed the grime and mud that had originally stained their respective bodies.
"Hah…ha…oh god…you're an animal…" Silva mumbled as she bent her head back, leaning on Honda's left shoulder. Honda placed a few gentle smooches on her lips as he relaxed, recovering from the entirety of this second phase of the boss fight.
"We are but hairless animals after all." Honda smirked, as he felt Silva's soft curvaceous form meld with his. She panted helplessly.
"I feel…like I'm dying…so out of breath." Silva whined before Honda chuckled.
"That's how a proper prana exchange is supposed to feel!" Honda grinned as Silva stared incredulously at the sky above her.
'I didn't even know…that an exchange could be done this way…Had I known you earlier, would I have ever allied with him.' Silva analyzed. Her fuzzy mind made it difficult to speak, however her mind was still sound.
Looking to the side, Silva noticed Ebony gazing upon them with interest.
Silva, after being subjected to the intense affair she just recently experienced, found herself uncaring to the unintended audience.
"Warlock…since you kept your word…if you seek to win this war, you must know of the one who came with me…" Silva mumbled out.
"Just like that? I thought I'd have to give you another exchange just for the information." Honda asked.
"If I were to betray you now I know it will only result in my undoing. To make matters worse the magus that accompanied me has already seen fit to dispose of me. There's no point in resisting." Silva said with a straight face, albeit struggling to maintain as Honda pulled her into a smooch, making her submit to the treatment. At this point she couldn't deny how satisfying this exchange was.
Honda leaned forward, wanting to know about the other masters. He did intend to win the Holy Nail War after all and thus couldn't forget that this was still a roleplay he needed to immerse himself in.
"So the skeleton army is not yours is it?" Honda asked, his eyes attentive as Silva wheezed. Her eyes were slightly obscured by stray red locks of her mane.
"Don't play dumb, Warlock. If you were able to face off against Darius Deacon and claim all that he possessed, then you must know of the others before you intervened, myself included. No doubt you know more than you let on, just look at what you did to me." Silva sighed, knowing that at this point, she would be dead if she were to return to her ally for the war. She needed to live and to the poisonmancer, this was her best bet.
For now she was under the impression that she was under this temporary truce with Honda.
'Honestly, I don't know jack about the other masters but I might as well play along. Wouldn't wanna break the immersion mid speech.' Honda nodded as if he already knew what Silva was gonna say despite not knowing a damn thing about the other master that summoned the undead horde.
Silva closed her eyes as she recollected what she could.
"The magus who came with me came with a Caster class servant. He is currently overseeing the battle from the mountainside nearby to the South."
Silva narrowed her eyes as she opened her eyes. It was a spiteful look. Her own pride as a magus held clear resentment towards this particular magus.
-Back at Deacon's Tower-
Saber, Mordred, and Assassin were currently on guard, noticing the skeletal troops that had been sent were so drastically reduced that this battle was clearly all but won. Despite the rain and messy landscape, the combined efforts of the servants, the homunculi that provided long ranged support at the walls, as well as the air support by Niki and Miki, had successfully driven the undead back. Currently they had begun running away from the tower, hurriedly retreating away from the battlefield, albeit in a robotic fashion.
"Hey! Where are these cowards going!? I still haven't beaten the high score!" Mordred roared as she was about to head towards the stragglers.
Saber had halted Mordred. Her eyes carefully deduced what was going on. "No Mordred. Considering that these are undead soldiers, they weren't driven by any sort of cowardice. They do not possess such human-like traits."
Mordred raised an eyebrow towards Saber. "Really? Because it looks to me like they just ran for the hills. We kicked their asses so bad they needed to retreat."
Assassin responded to the blood garbed knight, shaking her head left and right in disagreement. "Not likely, the thing about such beings is that they only act according to their summoner's will. If they are retreating, it is only because they were told to."
Mordred looked towards the general direction the skeletons were retreating to. It appeared as if they were taking a pathway that went across the plateau, towards the mountains that overlooked the entire field.
Mordred, due to her competitive urges, decided to give chase towards the skeletons anyway.
"Might as well follow em then. These boneheads will take us straight to their master and we can take him out in one shot."
Saber reached her hand out in a plea. They couldn't break formation, not now when the battle demanded them here.
"Mordred! Stop!"
Saber took a step forward, only to find the strength that she possessed before to have been sapped out. She collapsed onto her knees.
"What's…what's wrong with me? I feel weak…" Saber tried to focus her eyesight, finding herself a bit hazy. Her prana reserves felt drained.
Assassin observed Saber, noting that she was exceptionally fatigued. The battle alone should have been well within her reserves.
"You are exhausted by using your prana." She said matter of factly. Saber's eyes widened.
"But I was given enough by my master. This shouldn't be happening." Saber pointed out, making Assassin analyze the situation as her other incarnations cleared some stragglers.
"You did use a noble phantasm earlier with Honda. Wouldn't that be a likely cause behind your condition?" Assassin pointed out, making Saber look at Mordred in concern. She was currently sprinting headfirst into battle.
"But…that means Mordred would be alone…facing a magus that could support this large army. There's no telling what awaits her there."
Assassin sighed as she grabbed a dagger.
"I'll be sure to bring her back, after all, I still need a few more kills to beat your score."
Assassin began heading out with a few of her incarnations, about seven in number as they gave chase towards Mordred who headed towards battle without a care. If there was one thing that Mordred possessed in spades, it was her pride, however, in the middle of an important battle like this one, such actions could be costly.
Saber forced herself upwards, relying on the use of her sword to keep her upright.
In front of her was a field of bones and mud. Just the sight alone would warrant a victory cheer. Yet despite this she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Idores was seen passing the gates to head towards Sabers' position. She was practically sprinting as she called out to Saber.
"Wait, don't let any servants go there! To do so is suicide! Bring them back!" Idores screamed at Saber. Being that she was not a servant and the distance was quite far, there were simply no real means of the Velune magus to catch up to Mordred and Assassin on foot.
Saber's concern grew. There was something about the magus Mordred sought that Idores knew to be dangerous.
Idores scoffed as she immediately decided to head towards Honda's position. Without the skeletons in the way, she should immediately had to his position and inform him about this current development, as well as to confirm Silva's demise.
'Of all the times for that nutcase knight to go on and do something stupid, why now? If we are to win against what comes next, we're gonna need that damn golem!'
-Back to Honda-
Silva informed Honda. "The magus I came here with is not like you, Warlock. There is no mercy in his soul or in his magecraft. Some call him a freak of nature. In all honesty, I would be inclined to agree."
Honda raised an eyebrow, showing intrigue in the lore of this unknown magus.
'What's so special about this guy? Is he a god in the sheets or something?' Honda analyzed.
"The Shadow of the East, a real practitioner of ancient dark magecraft." Silva warned Honda as he slipped onto her body her cloak. It was surprisingly well kept via Ebony who with a sway of her hand was able to remove the muck and grime off of the clothing. Silva sat against a tree stump as she put on her clothes as she spoke. She blushed as Honda looked her up and down with an intrigued expression, making her look away so as to not encourage him further.
-Mountainside-
Medea smirked upon the realization of Mordred pursuing the leftovers of the undead army. The battle was quite a festivity to be sure, enabling her to witness the combat prowess of her enemies. At times, observing servants was just as valuable as any form of espionage or combat advantage, because this enabled her to notice flaws in their fighting styles, as well as to plan countermeasures for future fights.
For example, watching has enabled her to notice that the red clad knight has left her position, and that the blue knight was weakened considering her fatigued body language.
"It would seem that they have broken formation. What shall we do about Silva and the Rider, master?"
"That servant is long captured by now. As for Silva, it would appear that the one who led the tower defenses has given chase. It would be wisest to assume that Silva will soon be dead. The battle was a lost cause…"
The strange figure observed a struggling Saber before tilting his head towards Mordred, who was boastfully charging into battle as some Assassin's followed suit.
"But it would seem that the servants are a bit too independent. We'll begin with that red one. So far she possesses a full reserve of prana compared to the others. That will be useful to us."
The cloak figure turned around along with Medea as they made their way down the mountainside, specifically towards Mordred's direction.
-Back to Honda-
Silva spoke with a hint of fear in her voice, as if saying his name would be akin to bring about one's reckoning. Swallowing a lump in her throat, the poisonmancer continued.
"A magus that is said to be one who had cheated death itself."
-With Mordred-
Mordred was busy hacking away a few skeletal warriors that had sought escape. As she went about swinging away with an energetic victorious, the ponytailed servant noticed that the rest of the battalion had literally collapsed, falling into clumps of bones before her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow as she felt her hairs on the back of her neck stand upwards. A recognition of a foul presence that lurked nearby.
Turning around Mordred and the Assassins that came with her noticed two cloaked figures. One being clearly a woman garbed in indigo clothing. This was clearly a servant considering how she appeared to stand behind the other cloaked figure.
As for the master, his hood notably did not sway with the passing of the wind. Even the droplets of rain that had yet to pass appeared to drop around the figure as opposed to landing on his person. It was as if all of natures' forces were rejected by this silhouette of a man.
Behind the hood, Mordred noticed the figure gazing upon her with an unimpressed gaze. Mordred's breath came out in a chilling wisp of air as her battle senses screamed at her.
Mordred bore her blade, ready for combat.
"Looks like we just got the jackpot Assassin. The guy who summoned all those boneheads is ours for the taking." Mordred grinned with her canines prominent, as the rain dropped against her armor. Assassin and the other incarnations who had arrived with her, pulled out their respective daggers, ready for the battle ahead.
"Mordred, we just stumbled into a trap. Something is not right about this magus." Assassin noted, her guard up as she took a look at the Caster, whose purple glossed lips were turned upwards in a smirk. The other six incarnations flexed their muscles, ready to act in unison.
The silhouette stepped forward in a slow glide towards Mordred, unafraid of the servant that had willingly ran straight to him. Right where he wanted them.
"For a knight, you are quite short sighted…" The figure stated as he glided towards Mordred. Beneath the figure, the muddy ground hardened immediately, drying up withering into nonexistence as the magus closed in.
Mordred narrowed her eyes as her prana surged in a stream of crackling electric energy.
"I'm not letting you leave here alive, with this kill I'm sure this will make my master see my worth." Mordred said.
She immediately went on the offensive, right where the magus was as she swung Clarent with a deadly red arc.
GRIP
Only to find her blade intercepted by a hand.
A crimson skeletal hand.
Looking upwards in shock, Mordred realized that this magus was no normal magus. At this close distance she was able to get a more proper read on this unknown necromancer. The surge of his prana was unusual. This was a cursed being, one that had a personal stake in the Holy Grail War.
The hood drifted to the side for only a mere second, where Mordred found herself face to face with what could only be described as a blood red skull, staring straight into her emerald eyes with two blood red orbs that peered into her soul.
"Through every battle, a small victory still remains to be gained…" The unnamed magus stated.
-Back with Honda-
Silva stared at Honda with a serious stare as she stated the name of the magus that arrived at the tower.
"In the Clocktower, he is known as the Cursed Magus. Ananta the Undying."
CHAPTER END