"What in the world?!" A voice of fury made itself known to the world. One that had been vexed time and again, as if they'd been slapped by the wind then spat on. A fist clenching itself with a visible vein popping out of his forehead. One might even expect raging steam coming out of his ears from what he was feeling.

Because what should have been the summoning of a powerful, strong, and of course, loyal, Heroic Spirit instead came out some kind of…thing.

"..." A thing that didn't talk, didn't move, couldn't even think for itself. After all…it wasn't even a human.

"Oookay, um, i-is that your mystic code?" His dear Sola, ever the beauty, made her confusion well known. He couldn't blame her, because were it not for his anger, he'd very much have felt the same. There, standing in front of his summoned circle, was certainly not the famed Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a warrior of the great Fianna himself. Instead, what stood there was some kind of…blob!

It had spikes all over it, like it were a mace, having what appeared to be similar properties to his own mystic code, Volumen Hydrargyrum. Why, it may as well be Volumen Hydragyrum, just with a different appearance.

"Grrraaahhhh!" While Kayneth usually considered himself a rather composed mage, very few could actually blame him for this…little outburst. For, what should have been a hero kneeling before him, instead arrived a literal tool itself as if they were living in a joke. "Damn it!"

In the meantime, Sola rolled her eyes at her 'dear' fiance's actions. Honestly, what a child. Admittingly, Sola couldn't blame Kayneth for being upset, but, did he have to act like some immature brat who didn't get what they wanted? Baby.

Of course, Sola supposed she couldn't deny she was being just a tad unfair towards Kayneth. Either way, she could acknowledge that the situation wasn't ideal for him. Having not only lost his first catalyst, that would have summoned the famed King of Conquerors, now, he ended up summoning some little blob.

As Kayneth cursed and spat words unbefitting a man of his status, Sola approached the strange blob with crossed arms, tilting her head. To her surprise, the strange thing actually felt like a Servant. Giving off a mystic aura that befitted a heroic spirit of legend.

'But this…' This was no spirit of legend. If anything, it didn't appear to be sentient in any form of way. Waving her hand at it, the strange familiar did nothing but stay where it was, unmoving. Rolling her eyes, Sola now pondered if now was the time to get Kayneth to stop whining and maybe see if he'll quit this ridiculous farce so they could go home.

Not like she ever wanted to go into this Holy Grail War crap. It was stupid. Not even in a funny way. 'That's not even mentioning being given to him.' Sola sneered, still bitter about her current situation of being a trophy wife. Sure, Kayneth was nicer to her than expected, but he just wasn't her type.

"-en handled the catalyst with care!" With his ranting making him less unattractive by the second. With a grunt of her own, Sola then lightly kicked the blob out of frustration.

"Ah!"

"Sola!"

With Sola then yelping when, out of nowhere, the blob immediately expanded outwards with its spiked tips extending as it stretched itself malleably. Kayneth, having heard Sola's cries, instantly moved his body and mind. In a split second his beloved Volumen Hydragyrum rushed in front of his dear fiance wife he held out his hand, Command Seals glowing.

"Servant!" Kayneth, unwilling to risk the safety of his dear, got ready to make a command if needed. Eyes narrowed and mind going from rampant to analytical, a skill any magus of his level must have when in a dangerous situation.

As for the Servant itself, it seemingly ignored Kayneth's words. Still shifting and morphing, Kayneth prepared to make a command when he paused. As, to his surprise, what he expected to be a dangerous situation suddenly turned into one of perplexity and inexplicable.

"..." For before Kayneth and Sola's eyes, stood another Sola.

One made of metal, of course, with an emotionless expression and standing still as it had before, not even making a word. It simply stood there like some statue one might see in a museum, the copy of Sola doing nothing at all.

"...Interesting." Lowering his hand, and waving his Volumen Hydragyrum off, Kayneth found his interest piqued. Even Sola, who had been frightened at first, found herself immersed by what occurred. Taking a step forward, Kayneth raised his hand, waving it a little. Like before, the familiar did nothing. Raising a single brow, Kayneth, with a sense of curiosity, slowly moved his hand forward and extended one finger until it tapped the collar-bone of his copied fiance.

His finger then snapped back when the metal rippled and shifted, the two magus finding themselves stepping back with discretion as it shifted once more. Like before though, nothing of harm would come to them. Instead, the metal blob had simply changed itself again. Where once stood a copy of Sola, now stood a copy of Kayneth El-Melloi himself.

At this point, the rage Kayneth had formerly felt has passed. The storm has cleared to reveal sunlight shining down on this intriguing familiar. "Thinking on it," Kayneth found himself saying as he circled his copy, the gears in his head turning. "There must be a reason why this golem is a Heroic Spirit.

While Ghost Liners weren't Kayneths main study in topics, he did some research on them before he officially joined the Holy Grail War. Learning that only those who stood out among the mindless peers managed to enter the Throne of Heroes. Those who were nameless, with no differentiation from the common man couldn't possibly achieve any statues of being a hero, let aside a Heroic Spirit. Yet this little thing somehow managed that.

In which case….what exactly made it a hero?

With such a question now plaguing his mind, using his states as a Master, Kayneth gazed into his Servant's status for a hint to this answer.

"...My." With the tell-tale of a grin forming on his face.

"Impossible." For once, Number 96 was no longer smiling. Wiped right off his face alongside the smug air around him, what should have been the continuation of his cackling is replaced by a jarring open mouth. His ears now pick up on his other-half's agony and wail instead of triumphant roars.

His mouth then shut as it became a snarl.

"Impossible!" Turning invisible, Number 96 shot downward to the scene of action. Only a Number could destroy another Number in battle, and Number 96 didn't sense a Number anywhere here at all. But in one swift move, his other-half had been crippled by some sneak attack.

'A special ability? Some unique skill?' Whatever it was, Number 96 swore he was going to find the cause of this and then tear the source of it all limb from li-

"Ah, ah, ah. Show your cheek." Number 96 then noticed he was now visible, forced back into the corporeal plane. Even noticing he now had a physical mass and weight.

"Hu-" The side of his face was then smacked, bruising his jaw while his eyes widened as he'd been bludgeoned out of nowhere. Feeling his cheek swelling, Assassin turned around with eyes showing a growing storm.

"Thank you for turning the other way around." His face was then smacked once again when he turned the other way around. This time a tooth fell out of his mouth with saliva being spat out from between his lips. In the corner of his eye, Assassin noticed just what the cause of all this was.

"!" A smiling woman whom he recognized from prior. A strange book being tucked under her armpit while holding a lance of some kind in her right hand. The latter of which clearly had been used to injure him somehow.

Humiliation soaked into his now fragile ego. The thought that he somehow got injured filled his mind under a second. "You!"

Despite being so close to Assassin, Lancer just smiled at him, as if she were seeing an old friend. Leaning a bit back, she then gave a small chuckle. "Me." Holding the lance close to her, the woman said, "How nice to see you again, Assassin. Though," the sounds of the road being torn apart could be heard as more tendrils burst while Dark Mist shrieked as it attempted to rip the tendrils out of its body. "I must say, your 'friend' is rather rowdy, hm."

Assassin didn't bother listening to whatever needless drivel the woman spoke. She had dared to harm him, as if she were superior to him. Such folly would not go unpunished. Lifting his right hand, Assassin decided to just tear out her heart and watch her die.

"Oh, my." Lancer stepped backward, lance and book vanishing, where Assassin felt himself reverting back to his invisible state, his own hand going through her body before he pulled back, surprised. Lancer took this chance to slowly enter spiritual form while leaving. "I see my presence is unwanted. So I suppose I'll take this chance to leave."

"Don't think you can escape me, woman!" He could still see her! Even better, as a technical 'ghost', he could actually harm her, even if she was in spiritual form. While she clearly wasn't using her full power, in the end, Assassin didn't mind killing her now at her weakest.

"Dear, I don't think I can escape you." Lancer, despite the danger she was in, still gave him that damnable little smirk of hers, almost as if she were looking down on him, even if she wasn't. "But," Her finger then pointed. "What about your little friend?"

That made Assassin pause.

In truth, the destruction of his other-half wasn't actually a problem, in the short-term anyway. After all, one could always 're-summon' a dead monster in the game itself. But…

Eyes wandering from Lancer, Assassin saw three special orbs, invisible to all but him. Three orbs that circled his other-half, which represented their ultimate attack. Their Noble Phantasm as it was called here.

'If 'I' fall, then my overlay materials would…' With gritted teeth, Assassin forced himself to avert his gaze of that wench, Lancer. "Don't think this changes anything, witch." He then flew off, leaving Lancer alone.

"Hmph. Witch. How insulting." Her eyes didn't match the smile she had on her face. Eyes, that for a brief moment, became all the more darker, as if they had fallen. Showing more than what she previously revealed to everyone else before, as her fingers twitched.

If anything…she considered herself to be much better than a witch, that being a-

Putting her hand to her mouth, Lancer stopped that train of thought and hid her smile. There was a time and place for that later. For now, she needed to be the ever loyal Servant and watch these events for her dear Master. What a devout man. Praying to God, asking for guidance, doing all under his name. Even when he was soooo empty. How very familiar.

"Well, better keep watch." Not like Lancer wanted to miss anything when she gave her report to her Master. Besides, this was quite the eye-opener.

"RUAGH!" Walking backwards, escaping the tendrils of metal, Dark Mist found itself feeling weaker. Its previously undaunted strength is now falling after a near fatal blow. Countless holes across its body slowly recovered, yet it didn't change the fact that it still had been injured.

But how?!

As it angrily glared at the tendrils, it was also confirming if the threat here was a Number. Yet its instincts told it that this threat was no Number. Not even one of the Over-Hundred ones either.

As silvery-gray metal burst out fully from the ground though, Dark Mist did realize one thing. It had a strange aura around it that, while weak and nearly unnoticeable, it almost felt like…Don-Thousand?

The strange liquid finally finished rising atop the surface. Where, in an instant's notice, shifted and morphed to a much greater height than previously imagined. It soon gained features beyond just tendrils. Long claws, a wide open maw, why, it looked exactly like…Dark Mist?

With its own bellow, the duplicate attacked the original and slashed across it, claw marks appearing on Dark Mist's side to show its wound to all. Then gripped Dark Mists' 'face' and attempted to rip it off. Dark Mist bellowed in anger as it swiped the faker away from it, lifting its leg and slammed its foot down on its front side.

Ridiculous. Absurd! Don-Thousand was a deity. A God. The aura this creature produced, while similar, wasn't anywhere near the power or magnificence Don-Thousand had.

Inferior or not though, the strange duplicate did indeed have some spark of divinity in it. Not to mention being absurdly durable, as the heel of its foot made contact with the faker, yet didn't make it move an inch.

Its response came as it slapped Dark Mist then made an attempt to grapple it. Dark Mist struggled but managed to push the fake off of it. Even so, the fake continued to hound him as the two slammed against one another. Though in contrast to the heavily durable and pristine condition that was the duplicate, Dark Mist had been injured, and is running low on mana.

It needed more power.

"Die!" Rider then came in, seeing a chance and opportunity to make her move. Where relentlessly she struck Dark Mist in the back, and as usual, did seemingly nothing as usual. Except seeing as how Dark Mist still had holes in him that haven't quite healed, Rider instead struck there, hitting the sensitive parts of Dark Mist, making it howl as its body spasmed.

Even if Rider couldn't kill him in battle, she could hurt him, with attacks on its wounds proving most effective against it.

"Hra!" With Saber realizing this as well. Certainly he was a man of honor, but against a beast such a Dark Mist, there would be no mercy from him. "Have at it, beast!" Like Rider, Saber leapt up and aimed for an open wound and slammed the edge of his sword and pierced through whatever counted as innards inside of Dark Mists body, causing the monster to squirm in agony.

"Ruagh!" Its false opponent didn't let this stroke of fortune go. Like Dark Mist, its own claws extended out and pierced right through Dark Mist. Through its mouth and head, they tore through whatever Dark Mist was made of and protruded out of his back, forcing Rider and Saber to leave so they wouldn't be struck by the tendrils.

Landing on the ground, Saber took a good look at the duplicate and made a grunt. "That creature…I know it."

"The same one from before. The copycat." Rider also recognized it, from the battle at the construction site. That silvery appearance was all she needed to identify it from the last encounter. Some strange thing that could morph and take the shape into someone else.

With the strange being now fighting against the creature and actively harming them whereas they couldn't even make a scratch. While the two Servants were curious about this, it didn't matter as the two then each gave a look at one another and both had an understanding.

"I'll take the left leg."

"Then I'll take the right."

Immediately both Rider and Saber ran towards the crippled Number, intending on making its day worse. With determined wills, and cooperating with one another, the two separated and aimed for their destined mark.

With a cry, the two leapt at the same time and slammed their swords behind the back of the Number's feet simultaneously. With a wail, Number 96 found itself falling backwards from an attack that while didn't actually harm him, brought enough force to make it fall down. The false copy of him pushed forward and shoved its counterpart into the street, fracturing the road even further.

It then released a relentless attack as it lifted its hands up and then brought it down, repeatedly.

Rider and Saber stayed back, content with this as they saw the beast now slowly being killed off by its copy. Strange light seemed to come off it, almost like a Servant. It was clear that this creature would not last, and all the better for it. To Rider especially as her eyes once more found themselves looking at the wreckage around her, almost as if she were…home.

Saber remained stoic, used to destruction. Even if he wasn't important, nor strong compared to those he knew, he was still a soldier. A commander. One who, for the better or worse, was used to such destruction and the casualties brought with it. At the very least though…

'The people will be avenged.' Were Saber's thoughts, as he heard the screech and wails of a beast soon to be dead. Looking stoically as the copy raised its claws to lash out one last time, ending this. As the claw graced the sky with its tips, it then adjusted itself and fell to slay its prey.

"Noble-" Or, it would have. "Phantasm!" Had it not been for the sudden appearance of a figure that Saber knew by mere sight wasn't a good person, let aside human for that matter. Before the claw met its target, the strange figure colored black with eyes full of an underlying malice screamed at the top of his lungs, "Shadow Gain!"

Three orbs of light appeared, with Saber's stomach now full of dread.

"T-that's!" Next to Saber, in the wilderness, he smiled at his friend who had at last regained his former kindness. Standing tall and prouder than ever with three orbs of light circling him.

Screeching, the beast turned and its red eyes gazed directly at…Rider!

With rejuvenated (temporary) power coming from utilizing its Noble Phantasm, the monster known as Number 96 released a pitch sound with a wave of darkness that slammed into its copy. The nature of this blow knocked the false duplicate away where before it could attempt to strike down its near dead foe, the original Number 96 came and slammed his fist into the copy.

"!" On a building, hiding from the Servants and overseeing the battle, the Master of Caster's former assertions that he could win changed in an instant. Where he could only watch as his Servant, who'd been on the cusp of victory, now being forced back and automatically morphing without him saying so. From a copy of the large and menacing Number 96, shrinking in size into a much more manageable level that is Assassin.

Balking at his false copy, Assassin got over it. Instead, more focused on other matters, his other-half. "Aim for the girl!"

With who to direct its power at, Number 96's other-half agreed as it opened its maw to a wider degree. With a hissing sound, a burst of shadowy wisps escaped its throat as it used its Noble Phantasm, Shadow Gain directly on Rider. The girl froze as the shadowy mist lunged directly at her.

"No!" Only for a hand to shove her to the side, knocking her off balance as she found herself falling onto the ground. With the cause being none other than Saber himself, as he shoved her away from being assaulted by the shadows that had previously gone for her, now came onto him instead.

Rider watched with widened eyes as the shadows engulfed Saber and wrapped around him, with the man's eyes then bulging as his mouth opened and screamed. Or he would, if it weren't for the shadows seemingly muffling any noise his throat could produce. His outline glowing red as the shadows then tore themselves away from Saber and returned to the creature.

"Damn it!" Assassin didn't look too happy, though. Growling as the shadows returned to his other-half's throat which it then swallowed. Glowing as all wounds were healed up and magical energy was restored. But…

"You got the wrong one!" That was unprecedented. Dark Mist should have absorbed the magical energy of that human brat, who clearly had quite the power. Instead, all his other-half managed was to steal the magical energy of some weak fool who hadn't even been much of a threat.

Dark Mist just growled at Assassin, as if telling him to back off since he did nothing while it had to face multiple enemies and had nearly been killed. At the very least, it no longer held any damage and was back to pristine condition. Even if it didn't get the Servant it wanted, Dark Mist still felt much better than before. Plus…

Standing up, it then turned to see the creature that once took its form, now replaced by the smaller body its other-half had. With a bent of the knee, Dark Mist kicked at it as hard as it could.

"Gruagh!" Its foot literally bent as it may as well have kicked Acid Golem itself. It didn't even move an inch.

"You fool!" But it did give the creature to once more take on its form. Now back to match Dark Mist's full size, it would appear the two were about to battle once more. Of course, Dark Mist was ready this time, even having much better strength compared to the previous match. If anything, it couldn't even see itself losing this time around.

"...?" So it confused Dark Mist and everyone else nearby when its body became transparent…where it then vanished out of existence. Gone. Just like that. With nothing other than the destroyed area serving as if it had existed at all.

"Whu-?" Such a thing naturally made the source of it all utterly lost. It made no sense! Assassin didn't call back his other-half, let aside see it get killed. It was just…gone! With a loud grunt, barely holding back a scream while glaring angrily, Assassin realized it was time to go. Staying here any longer would put him at risk.

'But I'll be back.' Assassin thought as he made himself vanish. All with vengeance in his mind while doing so. Going away from the scene of the massacre in defeat and humiliation.

"Hehe..he." Where, out of hearing-shot from Assassin, Saber gave a low chuckle as he saw Dark Mist and the stranger vanish away, resting on the street on his side. The only one that heard him was Rider, who looked confused since there should be no reason for Saber to laugh after having been attacked by whatever the creature did to him.

Saber knew better.

'It was a risk…but it seems it paid off.' Memory of an Adversary. One of his Noble Phantasms that allowed him to send someone into another world, though only if he took on an attack from his enemy and survived it. A Noble Phantasm brought forth when, by accident, his dear friend was sent to another dimension by mistake when he had been attacked by him during his violent days.

Saber couldn't say he liked this Noble Phantasm, as it reminded him of the more troubling days when he was alive. Not helped that he needed to survive an attack first in order to actually use the beast struck him without any defense for himself, Saber was quite certain he would die. Thankfully, it seems using his overlay unit to use its Noble Phantasm against him was considered an 'attack'.

'And while I'm weaker, what matters is that the beast is gone. Even if only for now.'

"Ruagh!" Not that Assassin knew that, as he grinded his teeth and shook with rage. First the insolent woman, now this! If anything, things were now looking bad for Assassin and good for Saber. More so when the Servant saw the dark figure fly off in rage. A sign that things were looking up.

"Grrrr."

"...oh, right." He almost forgot that the copy of said beast was still here. Where it now looked at him, as if knowing he was weaker. Seems any fortune he had went away as the copy of the beast began stomping towards Saber with the clear intention of taking him down.

Well that sucked.

"Guh." With Saber feeling much too weak to even do anything, including running away. The most he could do was prop himself up with his elbows, only to find himself back on the ground with no strength to escape his impending doom. Now standing over him, the mercury copy of the beast lifted its foot and ready to stomp on Saber as if he were a lowly bug needing to be squashed.

With grievance, Saber realized that he had failed his Master. What a disappointing way to die, without even accomplishing anything for him. At the very least, he just simply hoped Waver would stay alive by the time this war was over.

The foot then stomped down, crushing everything beneath it.

"?" Except for the one that mattered most.

Opening his eyes, Saber saw that he hadn't been squashed like a bug as he had assumed. Instead of having been grounded as paste on the streets, Saber found himself being held like a princess in none other than Rider's own hands.

"There." She then dropped him roughly like a sack of potatoes, wiping her arms while she was at it. "We're even now."

"Uh…sure." She must have meant him helping her rather than fighting her. At the very least she wasn't trying to kill him anymore. Getting up, Saber looked at the metal copy which was now looking at them. Normally, this would be a cause for concern, as this might attack them as the original one did. Instead, to their surprise, the copy actually shrunk itself down until it took the form of goop that then slipped away into the sewers, leaving the two behind.

A rather unusual action seeing as there should have been nothing to stop the strange metallic creature from attacking them. However, as Saber stood up while doing his best to ignore the awful empty feeling he had in his body, he heard a small noise up in the air.

Looking up, everything connected in his brain. "Ah."

At a distance, one could see a helicopter. It wasn't particularly close, but it being there represented a threat to magecraft secrecy. No wonder the Servant left. Its Master must have noticed and told it to leave, a completely different response to the beast that gladly showed itself to the people of Fuyuki.

'People that didn't deserve this.' Saber thought angrily, as he now had the time to notice the bodies here on the block. Or the ones that had actual bodies and weren't paste, torn limbs, or bodies that had been grinded to the ground. Even if he knew innocents might die, Saber had at least hoped it would be accidental, not intentional like what that monster had done. A disgusting crime that should be punished.

"..." Near him, Rider looked away from the corpses. The smallest look of disgust appeared on her expression at the sight of them. With her hands, to her surprise, shaking just a bit. Biting the lower part of her lip, Rider decided to just push this aside from her mind.

Besides, she'll need her energy when she dealt with her Master. He was quiet now, but something told Rider it wouldn't be for long. Glancing at Saber, Rider pondered if she should just leave now on the chance she was commanded to kill him.

She didn't mind if he was defeated, but after the sight of all those bodies, and the fact that he did help her…she didn't feel like going against him. Not now anyway. Rider turned to go but stopped when Saber instantly called out to her.

"Wait!" Still unwilling to face him, Rider just grunted.

"What?"

"There was a reason I was nearby." Saber told her, all while keeping an eye out for anything more unexpected. Best to get straight to the point. "My Master and I talked, and we wished to see if maybe, just maybe…we could talk of an alliance."

"...Alliance?" As in working together? That was…taking a breath, Rider supposed she knew what Saber was getting at. After today, while it loathed Rider to admit this aloud, even to herself, she had almost been bested by that thing.

Unlike with those back home, she had never faced such a savage beast. If anything, such a creature shouldn't exist.

'But it did.' Where all her power, the strength of a Sky Striker, did nothing to harm it. Let aside slow it down as it kept on attacking with no regard for defense. Not even Saber could do anything, his attacks doing just as little as hers did. As if they were facing an invulnerable wall that just wouldn't break down, no matter how hard she fought.

Even back home she faced such things, which were difficult to fight. That is until she worked together with…

"...I'll talk about it with my…Master." Rider answered.

"Of course. Take all the time you need." Looking at his hand, Saber knitted his brows, hissing a little. "Anyway, I'll be off now. Until we meet again." Entering spiritual form, Saber was gone. Leaving Rider behind on the street with her alone.

Sighing, Rider took one last look at the damage wrought around her. The bodies, the broken buildings and cars. It left an unsettling feeling in her stomach as such a scene gave a reminder of where she once came from. With that thought, Rider left with no further words to say.

But for Lancer, who was the last to stay, she had words to say.

"They're gone. All the Servants have left." With Kirei relaying all she knew to his father, Risei.

"Thank God, I'm glad that is all over." With a headache that was at last lessening, Risei found himself feeling content that the dire state of affairs here had finally been dealt with. Granted, there was some confusion such as the disappearance of the beast along with what Kirei explained may have been the appearance of the final Servant, but none of that mattered more than dealing with the aftermath of this mess.

"I'll send some men to the local station to have a stern word with the news chopper coming. Seems someone decided to ignore the relayed orders we gave the station." That always had been troubling, for every war really. Those who acted on their own.

"And the bounded field?"

"Keep it up for now. We can't have the police arriving just yet. We still need the time to…clean up the bodies and make things seem more 'appropriate'." As in, get rid of the more brutalized bodies and attempt to place puppet bodies that died from more 'mundane' methods and not from being stepped on or torn up.

"Understood. Still, the aftermath here is…less than gratifying.' Multiple buildings had been damaged. Cars were flipped and turned to metal wrecks. The way some people died was also very clear evidence that it wasn't a human that killed them, making it more urgent to get rid of those bodies so nobody grew suspicious of how they died. Yes, it was as Kirei said, the situation they were in was less than ideal.

"We'll just have to try our best." More than that to ensure nobody discovered even a hint of the truth from the scene of the battle. That beast didn't do anything to be subtle. "Still, once that is done, I believe it is time we talk about the actions of this wayward beast and whoever had used them."

"I believe so as well." Kirei had already reported that the beast had somehow vanished. While they could only hope it was dead, that still left the one who called upon them out there somewhere. Chances were they were a Master, a very volatile one that didn't care for the masquerade of magecraft or anything of the like.

"I'll contact the Masters. All of them." Risei declared, a hardened resolve in his eyes. Even if it wasn't his fault, nor any others, the nagging of guilt still hit Risei's heart as these deaths should have been something preventable. An act that undoubtedly would have become worse had it not been for two Servants immediately helping, putting their lives on the line to stop the beast from attacking any further.

Many were dead though, all because one Master did nothing to stop this from happening. As such, the time has come.

"It's time we deal with the reprobate of this tragedy and deal with him fully." Those who commit sins must face justice for them. And Risei would do his best to ensure justice was indeed served.

Welp, guess we're following canon now here for a bit. That being, Ryuunosuke and his Servant are now on the chopping block for the crap they just pulled here. Still, they won't make it easy, especially Number 96 since he's just plain spiteful.

All while we might just get an alliance between Rider and Saber, it helped that Saber made a decent enough impression to Rider for her to hear him out. Though it's clear that it comes at a further cost of her and Kiritsugu being further alienated. Worse, Saber, who was already pretty weak as a Servant, ended up getting half his stats aside from luck being slashed in half.

So here's to hoping Saber and Waver get that alliance. Otherwise, they're not gonna last long.

Anyway, here's the stats for Caster.

Name: Metal Reflect Slime

Master: Kayneth El-Melloi

Servant Class: Caster

Alignment: True Neutral

Strength: B

Endurance: A++

Agility: D+

Mana: D

Luck: D

Noble Phantasms: D

Class Skills:

Item Construction: Unavailable

Territory Creation: Unavailable

Personal Skills:

Familiar (A):

A mass-produced familiar made in another world. It ultimately serves as a tool for its creator with no will of its own, therefore, disqualifying it from utilizing any Class Skills.

Divinity (?):

After encountering the [?] from another world, Metal Reflect Slime gained the opportunity to reflect the [?] own [?] and gained a spark of its divinity as a result.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Reflection (Anti-Unit) (B):

In life, the familiar Metal Reflect Slime was used to defend their summoners through their high defenses. Taking the automatic forms of those that attack them to use against them, no matter their shape or form.

? (?) (?):

usage of this Noble Phantasm will cause the Servant to transform into a refection of [?] and-