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The Gathering. A war between the Immortals, where the stroke of the sword and the fall of the head will release the power of the Quickening. Some Immortals are good, and others are evil. They fight to be the last, winning the victor of the Game and obtaining the grant prize.
The Holy Grail War. A battle royale between magi Masters who summon Heroic Spirits of history and myth to fight as their Servants. Fourteen combatants, seven Masters and seven Servant, fight to obtain the Holy Grail that would grant any one wish.
Two wars, different types combatants. However, in the end, there can only be one...
The clanging of swords echoed throughout the harbor of Fuyuki as metal clashed against metal. It was the sound of battle way too unfamiliar to any outsider, but the two men facing each other felt it was almost like music to their ears.
A middle-aged man slashed his sword, a rapier, at the his opponent, another man with a broadsword. The other man looked younger, but he was far older than the one he was fighting. In fact, he was the oldest one of his kind to ever live.
The younger-looking man parried a wide swing from his enemy before countering with strike to his enemy's head. The other man ducked and lunged forward with his rapier, but the attacked was sidestepped. He turned and growled with frustration at the younger-looking man before charging again.
The rapier clashed with the broadsword once more, causing a bolt of electricity to unnaturally spark from the collision before dissipating into the air. The middle-aged man went for a low strike and then a high one, both of them blocked by his enemy. More unnatural electric sparks leapt from the two blades as the two continued their dance.
The middle-aged man raised his sword and brought it down. The rapier was deflected against and the middle-aged man spun on the ball of his heel to slash at his enemy's head. Sadly, the blade went through thin air as the younger-looking man ducked and thrust his sword forward.
A cry of pain left the middle-aged man's mouth as the broadsword stabbed through his stomach and out of his back. As his own sword slid from his grasp and fell to the ground, his opponent's slid out of his stomach. The middle-aged man fell on his knees and let out ragged gasps of air from the pain.
The younger-looking man stood over his wounded enemy, his broadsword grasped in his hand. He had not won... not yet. There was still one thing left to take care of.
The younger-looking man raised his sword and whispered, "There can be only one."
And so, he swung his sword down.
Saber stood in front of Irisviel, her good hand grasping her invisible blade. Her other hand was injured by one of Lancer's spears, the magic of the Noble Phantasm prevent the wound from healing. That did not matter now as she kept her eyes on the fight before her.
Not too far from the sword-wielding Servant and the homunculus, two other Servants clashed: Archer and Berserker. Archer stood on the lamp post in his golden armor as ethereal golden pools appeared behind him and shot out many weapons. Berserker, clad in black armor with matching whips of magical energy around him, deflect the many spears and swords with a few weapons he managed to "borrow" from Archer.
There were others with Saber and Irisviel, watching the fight. The large Servant Rider and his Master, the rather small and lanky Waver Velvet, stood in the bull-driven chariot, while Lancer stood alone. Lancer's master was elsewhere, watching the entire scene from a safe distance.
Moments ago, the harbor had just been Saber and Lancer dueling with one another. Sure, there had been spectators, but the area soon became crowded after Rider showed up. Archer appeared, and then Berserker, leading to the confrontation between the two.
Metal clanged against one another as Berserker deflected yet another weapon with an axe and another with a sword. To the spectators, it was like a dance for the black-armored knight moved with much agility and grace, swatting away Archer's arsenal. Every single weapon hit the ground causing small explosions around Berserker.
After deflecting another weapon, Berserker's red visor stared up to see a lance shooting towards him, and Berserker raised his ax. The two weapons met and caused a larger explosion that left a large cloud of smoke in the wake of the clash. The ground cracked with a display golden energy seeping from them. Everyone stared at the smoke, wondering about the fate of the black-armored Servant.
Suddenly, two blades flew out of the smoke and towards the lamp post Archer stood on. The golden Servant leaped from the lamp post in time as the two swords cut it in three pieces. Archer landed on his two feet as the pieces of the lamp post clattered on the ground.
Archer felt his own body quiver with rage, unable to quell his rising ire. "How dare you... you would make me stand on the ground as you?!" Archer growled, glaring at Berserker in the clearing smoke. "I belong among the heavens! You're impudence has guaranteed your death!"
Several golden pools appeared behind Archer, revealing a variety of weapons that made it seem more like an arsenal. Every sword, spear, and glaive slowly came out of each pool, and Archer was ready unleash them on Berserker.
Archer's eyes glared at Berserker's red visor. "Mongrel, when I'm through with you, nothing will remain of your corpse!"
Just then, bright flashes of light erupted out of nowhere, casting large shadows of the two Servants onto the ground. Berserker turned his visor from Archer to the light. The spectators too raised their gazes to see just what those flashes of light were.
What everyone saw in the distance was lightning and it did not come from the sky. Instead it came from the ground, small bolts crackling into the air and creating a powerful storm with gusts of wind flying in the air. Everyone's eyes widen with surprise at the storm brewing behind the crates and warehouses.
In the chariot, Waver turned to his Servant. "Just what was that? Rider, did you do that?"
"No, I didn't," he answered with a small grin. "It seems something else interesting is going. Perhaps a challenge."
On one of the harbor's many warehouses was Saber's Master, Kiritsugu and his sniper rifle in hand. From where he was, he had been watching the entire scene, studying every Servant and their abilities. He too, had paused to turn towards the mysterious lightning just as it disappeared.
While the other down below did not know what that lightning was, Kiritsugu recognized it. "The Quickening," he muttered with surprise.
Maya's voice brought him out of his stupor. "Did you see that?" she asked through the communicator.
"I did," he answered, immediately swinging his rifle towards the source of the lightning.
"Just what was that?"
Kiritsugu left the question unanswered as he gazed through the scope of his rifle. He could see a man with a sword standing over the headless corpse of an another. Kiritsugu did not flinch at the sight, and instead, an exasperated sigh left his nostrils.
Things just got more complicated.
AN: That's my idea. I hope you liked it. It's up for adoption so if anyone' interested, send me a PM or leave it in the reviews. Thanks.
Raika out.