Saber sits next to a bunker door, holding his swords before getting up and opening up a bag. "These better work, Caster...", he grumbles as he takes out a talisman, placing it on himself.

I couldn't show myself otherwise, thank Rider for the unique material while out there...

Emiya hated how the monsters voice sounded in his head. Him and Rin, along with the only other remaining master, both agreed that it would have been better to just get rid of him. But skilled mages are in high demand with Fuyuki off the rails with Berserker on a rampage hunting Shirou and Rin, Assassin corrupted and a few remaining fake berserkers running around.

Now, I should inform you while Emiya is preparing with Tohsaka that you should watch-out for that damned priest and church- Casters cough could be felt in his voice, Assassin really did nearly kill him for them. They probably set-up ambushes all around the city, so try to avoid the shelters...

"Sure thing", Saber responded annoyed while swords formed in his hand. He swung one at the air, deflecting away a stray black key. He dashed forward, cutting the air to spill blood out from an unseen enemy. "Not like they don't attack me at the spot I've been guarding for days..."

Mm! Yes, how delightful... such a simple spell yet so effective. I really taught them well...

Saber went out, trying to hide in the shade as every few minutes a series of pops and explosions are heard around the city. It would be hard to imagine that the gray and dusty wasteland could get worse, but a bit of fire and molten craters do the trick.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Emiya knew that he shouldn't be summoned as a Saber, that this shouldn't be the state of the war or that Gilgamesh should be corrupted.

For days, while guarding his master and Shirou, he had been thinking where it went wrong. The constant thread running accross the war was Caster being summoned by Zoulken and Gilgamesh becoming a dark... er reflection of himself.

The explosions got louder, which should usually mean William Tell was fighting the endless straglers of fake berserkers made from Archer. But that would usually take a few quarter minutes, but this was going on for a while.

"Why do you insist on being so difficult?"

'Rider', Emiya predicted with a horrified expression. William might as well be fighting an unbreakable shield with who he targeted.

As Emiya looked over the rubble and smoke he saw Rider hidden behind a golden glow. "She's dead and the Grail might as well be too... if you really want to honor-" The tall man laced in white and gold was interupted by the maddened Assassin firing a number of weapons at him.

"Kill you! Die king!"

Emiya could only hear the sounds of a sad lonely man dashing around the golden figure as he screemed his lungs out. His noble phantasm reduced to a simple exploit to constantly send out waves of death at Rider.

"Just give! Bring!" William raged as he was suddenly pinned down by a horde of small golems.

Rider sighed as the muffled roars of Assassin rung in the air. "You could always join the fight, Saber..." He looked coldly at him with a fake, bright smile.

Emiya got out of cover. "Sadly this class wouldn't do much good... I'm only good at dueling focused fighters", he said while looking ovet at the golem pile. "But as you can see, that's not one."

"Yes, too bad this war devolved so much..."

"Then why don't you just flood it all already?"

Rider looked at him with actual shock. "I really shouldn't be shocked with you anymore... Sadly, just as with you... though maybe at a greater degree, this container doesn't allow me to do that so easily."

"So why not find a proper master instead of leaning on the church?" Emiya began walking away, not wanting the said group to find him. "Not like your legend let's them empower you..."

"Still need to kick Gils ass...", Rider said before fading away.