Heroes of Man

by Wake the Wind

Chaldea has fallen. Ritsuka is fighting for his life after a black key nearly rips out his heart. And a dozen Servants disappear when encountering a strange power. Emiya deploys on a mission to recover those Servants, and restore the defenders of human history to full power. But it will take him to a history that was never recorded. With many dangers that he cannot forsee.

55. Jeanne Alter V

Jeanne Alter V

"How could you do something so stupid!" the Honeypot was dragging the kid's ear down so low that Jeannette honestly wondered if Mata was about to rip her son's ear off his head. THey were still down on the dock, with the the tanned woman having ordered the younger man off the ship Jeannette had just managed to make her way up on, "do you know how close you came to death! I told you to stay close to Cu!"

"He was jumping to go fight up no-OW!"

"Don't make that kind of excuse!" Mata was towering over her son, despite Baelon at least being a head taller than her. Rhaenys was standing right behind Mata, seemingly cowering beneath her mother's wrath, though in reality she was still trying to keep herself from being seen by the crew.

'None of them recognize you,' Jeannette groaned in her mind.

"She is," Jeannette looked to her right, to the Tall, Bald Bastard who everyone seemed to listen to on this ship, "A very forceful woman, isn't she?"

"She can be," her idiot chuckled, "She…well, for a long time, before she met us, she was on her own. You know, when it comes to raising boys," THe bald man turned his head toward her, "It's always an adventure," he then twisted a bit more to the right, allowing him to see the thin scraggly guy, "You would know, wouldn't you, Ser Davos?"

"Yes," Davos, the smuggler, was looking over at a younger looking version of himself on the deck, with some men looking over a badly broken arm, "Can you-"

"Nito," Ritsuka looked down at the whiny pharoah, who was quivering while she walked, her hair black again and her stride halting from the pain going through her body, "Make sure that all the wounded get some kind of help, even if you can't help yourself," the woman turned her head up, and Jeannette winced at seeing how painful it looked for the dark skinned woman to shake her head, "Just a do what you can."

"I'll try," she managed to get out, and pulled out a small bit of mana, placing it over a long cut along one of the wounded sailor's cuts.

"Thank you," Ritsuka nodded, before turning his head to Davos, "She'll make sure they'll live," and the older man could only nod slowly.

'Yeah, they'll live, unlike the other dead bastards,' she thought, looking at around ten bodies on the dock, covered in some kind of fabric, 'but that means we are going in with only half a crew to keep this ship running.'

"The anchor is up your grace," a guy with a turtle on his chest said, drawing everyone's eyes to him. The bald man slowly nodded, before looking at the smuggler, and nodding towards him. The older man pulled back from the side, tapping the man with a Turtle on the shoulder. The two began to shout around the ship, and men began to loosen and pull at ropes. Jeannette could feel the ship slowly push its way out of the docks.

"Are you sure you're able to come with us?" Ritsuka said. He was looking at the Harem Protagonist, eyes closed and laying up against the railing with his red cloak serving as a temporary blanket. Emiya moved his hand, groaning slightly while Ritsuka added, "You probably have less energy than anyone else, and-"

"He is necessary for this execution."

'And there's why Ritsuka is nervous,' Jeannette did not turn her head to the giant, skull-masked man standing to her right. She had noticed that every single person on this ship, human or heroic spirit, refused to look at King Hassan out of instinct if nothing else. She had only ever heard about Hassan, she'd never had the experience of meeting the man. She hadn't accepted a place as Ritsuka's servant for the sixth singularity, and she'd not been called in for the seventh.

And, personally, she would be glad if this was the only time she ever met him.

"If you say so, Grand Hassan," Ritsuka was doing his best to keep his emotions under control. The few times her idiot had mentioned this Grand Assassin, it had always been with some mixed feelings. There had never been a partnership partnership formed. Really, it was more like Hassan would show up at times, and tell Ritsuka, and thus Chaldea in general, what they were supposed to do. Ritsuka then asked, "Can you tell me wha-"

"A target I have been searching for is in there," the giant motioned his pointy head toward the still massive cloud of fog that was hanging around the islands where that giant statue had been earlier, "You shall see our enemy within, and we may discuss our plans once inside so we might not cause any damage by mentioning it in the open."

Ritsuka sighed, before turning back to the bald guy. The older man was completely focused on Chaldea's Master, more than anyone else, this Stannis Baratheon seemed to refuse to actually look at Hassan. Yet unlike many who looked away, it did not seem to be from fear…or, only from fear. The man in armor waved with his hand, and the sails of the ship twisted, and a breeze was caught, taking them toward the cloud, distant thunder rolling within it.

"How you holding up?"

Jeannette blinked, and looked back to see the shotaco-

"OI!" the woman suddenly threw up her hand, "How many times do I have to say I'm not a shotacon! It was a joke! It's always been a joke!"

"How did yo-"

"The contempt in your eyes was enough of a give away," Musashi crossed her arms. The young samurai sighed, before taking in a breath and continuing, "How are you holding up though," Jeannette could only blink as the other woman held out her hand, "You had to use a lot of your fire magic while you were out there."

It had been quite a bit of magic. Not as much as she'd used back in Pentos, she hadn't been so angry as to ignite the people around her instantaneously. Nor had she taken in the same amount of heat she'd had to sue to burn that wanna be prince to the bone. She had only needed to use normal fire to make enough missiles to set about a half dozen pirate ships on fire. That, along with the limey whore's arrival, had been enough. She was still exhausted though, and she really didn't know how much more she had to give before this body began its inevitable collapse into unconsciousness.

"Fine," not that she was ever going to tell this bitch that. Jeannette didn't owe this cow anything like that.

"Suuuure," Musashi stopped, and Jeannette almost felt the need to snap back. But as they got further and further from the shore, she just began to fidget as Musashi continued to stare at her. The pink haired woman looked her from top to bottom, when suddenly her eyes flicked to the side, to where Jeannette knew Ritsuka was standing. Jeannette felt her blood begin to boil as Musashi's frown flipped into a smile. She took a chance to step between her boyfriend and the samurai. This only caused Musashi's smirk to get bigger and more shit-eating, which somehow caused Jeannette to grow more pissed. She then whistled a bit, and then added again, somehow a bit more understanding, "Sure."

"Say one word and I'll-"

"Jeannette," she flinched. She didn't need to look back to see that Ritsuka was looking at her with his "I'm not mad, just disappointed" face. And she hated that face. She stopped, and tried to push down her frustration. Only it got harder when Musashi leaned forward, her smile becoming so large it looked like it might split her head, "Musashi," and then her smile fell a bit, and Jeannette felt her own smirk develop.

"Good work Ritsuka," Jeannette looked up to see the hound descending from the sails, a half dozen ropes in her hands, "Got to know how to keep these ones focused."

Jeannette wondered how much hair Ritsuka would let her burn off the dog's head without yelling, but decided against it. This was more trouble than it was really worth right now. Instead she just asked, "You made sure to leave your brat back with the others on shore, right?"

"Of course. What do you think, I'm a mo-don't answer that," Jeannette wished she could answer that, but instead just allowed the irish man to keep what little dignity he had, "Besides, it's not like he could help that much," he looked over toward Hassan, "If that old bag of bones is here, this might be higher than what I can deal with, let alone with what Colan's ready to deal with," he then called out, "HEY! Xuan! You ready!"

"Yes!" Jeannette sighed at the chipper voice coming from the foremast, where Xuanzang was hanging in the ropes much like Cu. Seeing the crybaby monk laughing and yelling with such spry movements made Jeannette want to grind her teeth.

'How does she still have such energy,' Jeannette whined in her mind, 'She was throwing ships around, while all I was doing was hanging back on a roof and lobbing fire balls, but she's still jumping around like a kid, while I,' she stopped, and held out her hand in front of her. She saw the light but undeniable lines of wrinkles along her hand, and scowled, to herself, thrusting her hand down, 'Stupid kid who doesn't know any-'

"Okay," Ritsuka announced, "We are about to head into the fog."

Jeannette was pulled from her head, and saw that they were about to head in. She took in a deep breath, and then walked up towards the bow. Ritsuka came to her side. She passed several of the Sunset Sailors, and while a few did give her a glance, they all were too busy to really gawk at her. Just as bowsprit passed into the fog, they made it to the railing along the bow. Ritsuka reached down, and grabbed her right hand in his left.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and she could only nod. The moment they entered the mist cloud, she raised her left hand, and ignited it with orange flames. She held it out in front of the bow, illuminating the sea at least thirty meters ahead of them. She took in a deep breath, before she felt the grip around her right hand get just a bit tighter, and then she heard the boy next to her whisper in her ear, "You're doing great."

"...shutup."

Over the next few minutes. They continued to sail within the mist. They cut through the water, but the cloud seemed to cut the wind from the sails, so where they were moving far more slowly than they had been on the way to it. All the while, they could hear thunder in the distance.

Or rather, what could have been mistaken for thunder, back when they were outside the cloud. She knew better, though honestly she would have preferred thunder and the lightning that almost certainly would have come with it. She had been hoping the bitch would be dead by the time they went to rescue her back along the north shore, but just her luck, the pute was still very much alive and had actually sworn to Ritsuka again.

'Whore,' she thought, before shaking her head, 'Once we get done with this, I'm going to-'

"There!" Ritsuka's voice shouted out, and pointed to the right a bit deeper into the fog. Jeannette moved her beacon flame toward where he was pointing, and two vague shadows suddenly became visible. Both were easily recognizable as big, though one was larger. The smaller one was wider, and seemed to be moving somewhat. The taller one was thiner, and also seemed to be stuck in one spot. Ritsuka brought his free hand to his chin, rubbed it, and said, "Try to take is un slowly, at an angle," Jeannette couldn't look back, not with having to keep her beacon lit, but she heard movement behind her, and guessed they were following orders.

That was proven correct, as the ship began to tack to the right, on the outer side of the smaller shadow. As they cut through the fog, they began to pick up speed, and soon they were actually able to make out the details of the shorter and closer shadow.

And it was a ship, though not one that Jeannette recognized, being much larger than Golden Hind, with more sails and decks making the thing massive compared to the little cog they were on. She did recognize the strange blue and red flag hanging from the top, and sighed at the thought of the pirate whore having another ship that was bigger and more powerful than her previous one.

'Last thing that bitch needs is something else to puff up her ego.' she imagined herself, if just for a moment, tossing the beacon of fire into the large ship's sails, but stopped herself, 'No, you,' she let out a groan, 'you need to be the bigger person,' she glanced back at Ritsuka, 'I hope you appreciate the sacrifices I'm making for you, idiot.'

"What is that thing?"

It was one of the sailors. She wasn't sure which one, maybe it was even the bald guy, but she the mention of it brought her eyes up to the second, taller figure, and she nodded. It was a large, greenish, gray mass. Almost column like, it was honestly like a thousand different squids and octopi had dove into a kelp forest, and then came together into one towering column above the surface of the sea. That alone would be rather frightening, but was more shocking was the small figure on top of the column, a torso almost half torn apart gazing down on the sea. The mountain of a creature hung over the bitch's ship, which was seeming to hold its own, but only vaguely doing any kind of damage to it. Even as small pieces of green flesh flew off with hits from the ship's cannon, the thing seemed to keep lumbering on, as though nothing could affect it.

"That is a beast of a name lost to man," Jeannette heard loud metal steps approaching her from behind. She glanced back, and saw King Hassan staring up at the massive thing, "Many ages ago, that thing once walked among humanity, warping all about it with its mere presence. An eldritch creature that could bring only sickness and death to those around it," Jeannette didn't need to ask for elaboration. With that weird little witch from Salem being part of Chaldea, they all had experience with such beings, "On this plane, it is known as the Drowned God, progenitor of the IronBorn, and a thing that has planted seeds of madness in whatever nook or cranny it lumbered across," Jeannette wanted to ask exactly how the Assassin knew that, but she wasn't stupid, and she wasn't about to ask about any more details.

"The Drowned God," it was the voice of that smuggler guy, "You mean the reavers were right?" For a moment, nothing happened, but slowly there was the sound of metal grinding on metal, and Jeannette looked to see King Hassan had turned his head to look directly at the scraggly man. And that was just his head, as it seemed the skull was facing the exact opposite direction as it had been, without a single other muscle moving, "Sorry?"

Slowly, the Grand Assassin moved his head back into place, before he continued with, "This creature is one of great power, but wretched in its malice and fear," Jeannette could hear the monotone in the Assassin's voice grow deeper, "For such a being to manifest on this plane, an immense amount of mana had to be used, and a great number of the Drowned God's protections had to be discarded, if only for the nonce."

'Wait,' Jeannette considered, 'Then that means-'

"At this moment, a horrific and near immortal beast has emerged onto a mortal plane rather than hide away in the unreachable spaces of its home," Hassan was now staring up at the top, where the single human body was sticking out, "The reason that it is now under control of this Euron Greyjoy is that it so thoroughly weakened itself in the crossing that a strike of only a single Heroic Spirit was enough to render it dumb."

"However," Jeannette followed the movement of the Grand Hassan's head, and turned her eyes to the flesh directly attached to "Euron", "The creature is regaining itself. Soon, certainly before the sun shall rise, the Drowned one shall overcome it's human puppet for a final emergence on this plane, where it shall cause untold havoc on the people of this world," he then stuck his massive broadsword pointing towards the beast, "the greatest chance I have ever had to eliminate this threat is now before us, and we must move swiftly if we are to finish this creature off."

There was a pause then. Jeannette gave a look over at Ritsuka, who was rubbing his chin thoughtfully, a bit of apprehension in his features, but otherwise seemingly ready for what was about to happen. She looked back, and could see that the scraggly man and the turtle guy and the bald one all seemed like they were about to shit themselves, though considering they were a bunch of bumpkins it was hardly surprising. Musashi had that smirk on her face, and Jeannette could guess it was shared with the mutt and the monk. So…that really only left her.

"So," she said aloud, considering that Hassan had finished up his explanation long enough ago, to be allowed to speak, "The whole reason you joined up with us was to get close and kill Ctullu's cousin?" The massive man turned his head toward her, though there was no screech of metal, so she guessed he wasn't as angry at her as he had been at Davos. For a moment, his head just sat there, before slowly he nodded his head toward her. She smirked, and said, "Bitchin. How we do it?"

If the Skull Mask could raise an eyebrow, she was almost sure it would, but she just huffed to herself a bit. Her idiot looked at her dumbly, but she really didn't understand what was even slightly confusing about her position. She hadn't been at the center of the Goetia fight. She'd gotten stuck out with most of the other servants fighting the Deamon's legion of minions while Ritsuka, Sheidler and a few others had gone in and fought him then and there.

'I finally get to be part of one of these,' she smirked to herself.

"We must get closer," the giant of a man finally said, which at last caused her idiot to close his gaping mouth before any flies could enter.

"Well," Ritsuka said, managing to recover, "I can assure you that everyone on this ship is ready to help you in killing that thing," he stopped, and seemed to wait for the nobles to respond. However, one quick glance over told Jeannette that they weren't about to just throw their names out and volunteer so quickly, "Because if we don't, that thing isn't going to stop until everyone in this lagoon is dead."

That seemed to get everyone's attention. The bald guy stared up at the thing, and for a moment, he seemed to almost shake, but he stopped, and then she watched as the taller man set his jaw. Slowly, she watched as Stannis Baratheon began to grind his teeth together, before shaking his head, and waving his hand into the air.

"This thing must not be allowed to leave the fog!" and the men, all of whom seemed just a bit nervous, began to return to their tasks, taking up the ropes and sails and rushing to and fro. It wasn't immediately obvious, but Jeannette could tell that the ship was moving slightly faster. She turned her mind back to the thing currently engaged with the bitch and her ship, and a thought popped into her mind.

"Hey," she spoke up, "This thing is basically like Cthullu, right?"

"It is an eldrich beast of such power and mi-," she nearly opened her mouth again, but the Grand Assassin seemed to cut her off by declaring, "This creatures is one of the lesser outer beings, one that lacks the pure destructive and damaging capabilities of any old one whose name you have any record of, but yes, it is."

"Then why haven't all the crew started going insane," she pointed her thumb back, "I mean, they are scared, but this isn't, "My mind is being warped by the clear enormity and strangeness of this being"."

"It is the fog," the Grand Assassin declared, as he focused on the beast, "This fog, created by a horrific spell, is best understood as a middle phase of existence. To summon the Drowned God here, there needed to be a process of transition. By entering here, these men are in a state of partial transition as well, so their reflexive rejection of the reality of the creature is weakened to mere fear, rather than a breaking for the mind," he then turned his heard toward Ritsuka, "That is also why the damage has been so great to the creature's existence, it is exposed in this fog in a way it will never be in either it's home dimension or anywhere else."

"Probably explains why it merged with that Euron guy too," her idiot noted, "Hell, he never would have been able to take control if "The Drowned God" wasn't damaged so badly," he then smirked, "Though honestly, if you told me you could kill it without the whole weird phased existence, I would have believed it."

"Flattery is a waste of time."

"Not really flattery," Ritsuka laughed, "I mean, if you actually read Call of Cthullu, you realize that these things can get concussions from a love tap by a tug boat," he then shrugged, "So I thought you probably could kill it pretty easy all things considered," he then began to slap his palm onto the taller man's shoulder, "You are really good at killing things, ya know?"

"...," the armored man looked down at Ritsuka, it's empty sockets seeming to beam into his body, before he turned away, and shook its, "You truly are a most interesting man, young Ritsuka Fujimaru," he then pointed with his sword, "We must close the distance, and begin to push it towards the channel between the islands."

"Right away!" Jeannette blinked when she felt her hand suddenly snatched up, his smooth skin up against the cracks along her palms. She looked at him, and saw his mouth grin, "You ready to make some calamari?" He then leaned forward, though he needed to get onto his toes to lift his mouth to be right next to her ear, "My most precious and powerful servant?"

"Uh," she blinked, feeling a heat that had nothing to do with her hellfire all over her face, before shaking her head, and stepping back. She then grit her teeth, gave him her most ferocious glare, and shouted, "Only if you don't mess with my concentration you dumbass."

"He," he laughed, before raising his free index finger towards the beast, "So, let's try aiming with your strongest shot directly into its core," she followed with her eyes toward the center of the thing's mass, "Wait until we get really close, because we're going to need everything you can manage for as long as you can manage it," he then added, this time a bit louder, "Just tell us when to light this candle, Lord Hassan."

The tiny ship seemed to be fighting it's hardest to keep pushing its way through the riptide. As it did so, it stalked closer and closer to the giant, as well as getting closer to the ship. The whore's new ship towered over the ship they were on, being about twice as high, and also-

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMOBOMBOMBOMBOBMOBMOBM

Filled with cannon.

"At least she's managing to actually do some damage," Ritsuka laughed, before giving a quick look over at the Grand Assassin. When King Hassan still refused to call out for the next attack, he sighed, "I'd like to ask her where she got a ship from centuries after she died, but we'll have time for that discussion later."

"...Do we have t-"
"I have to," Ritsuka said, and Jeannette sighed, at least partially in relief.

"Now!"

The armored man's call almost made Jeannette flinch, but she bit at the side of her mouth, and then channeled her mana from all her body toward her arm. She felt a long pole begin to materialize within her grasp, and a flap of cloth sound out from above her head. She could feel the world around her heat up, and she smiled widely as she pointed her flag directly towards the outer god, while shouting at the top of her lungs, "Le Grondement DU HAINE!"

At her cry, a jet of fire shot from the tip her banner directly towards the giant. The jet was at least as wide as she was tall. After a few seconds, the great flame had passed the hundred or so yards between her and the beast, and cut directly into its great mass.

"EIGHHHAAHH!"

"Doesn't seem to like the heat," she smirked at her Idiot's observation.

"No," she laughed, "most fish don't."

As her noble phantasm puttered out, Jeannette smirked as she saw that the black halberds had appeared in her attack. True, they were not as large, or in the correct pattern, as they would have been had she been her normal self, but they were poking out of the creature's mass, having punctured the thing a dozen or more times. She was about to say something, when she felt her legs give out underneath her, and she felt her stomach begin to flip up and down.

'Oh fuck,' she groaned within her head, 'This body can't take doing much more than that,' she tried to stand up, but she couldn't even move her legs, 'I don't…I don't know if I can try that again. I might Arash myself,' the thought of kamikazeeing herself was something she didn't like to imagine. Certainly not with the chance of complete oblivion on the other side.

"That was amazing Jeannette," Ritsuka's brought her out of her own head. Her idiot was smiling at her, his hands reaching around her shoulder to pull her into his embrace, "You really cooked him, and considering how much power we just put into it-"

"Do you think this is enough to KILL me?"

"We managed to get Euron's full attention," Ritsuka smirk grew, "Okay everyone, get ready for part two of our master plan."

"These flames only singe me," she could only guess that Euron was using the Drowned God's magical powers to actually speak to them, considering he was at least a quarter of a mile away now, and his voice wouldn't be able to overcome the crackle of her fire, "Soon, you shall run out of power. And once they are gone, nothing shall stand in my way from dragging you down to the bottom."

"So now he's focused on killing us," Ritsuka couldn't help but laugh to himself, "Perfect!" he then turned back to the rest of the crew, "Okay, everyone, this next part is the most dangerous," he then aimed his arm along where Euron's great mass was, "We just have to sail on by this thing, and make for the channel out of the harbor."
"Sail past it!" the smuggler shouted, "Are you mad, that thing-"

"Will not touch a single one of your men!" RItsuka shouted back toward him, all the while doing his best to hold Jeannette as tightly as he could, "I swear we will do what we need to to keep you all alive," he then paused, "We just need to lure this thing to where it can't get away from our plan. It already wants to kill us, so best use that to make it follow us to where we want it to go!"

"You mu-"
"Sail toward the channel!"

"Your Grace!"

"We have no better choice, no make for the channel!" Stannis Baratheon shouted. The little carrack cut through the waves, toward the right side of the creature. As they got closer, a massive tentacle emerged from the water, and began to lift right above the ship. Jeannette watched as the ship sailed as straight as it could getting closer and closer, as the tentacle almost completely covered it.

"NOW DIE!"

"NOT TODAY!"
As the tentacle flew down, Jeannette watched as two figures jumped from the rigging of the ship. She almost allowed herself to smirk as, with nearly exact timing, both the monk and the dog shot their legs up to kick into the tentacle as it was falling, and together, both strikes suddenly caused the massive thing to pop up, and a squelching sound of pain to come from the thing that Euron Greyjoy now was. The two fell back into the rigging, both reaching out and catching themselves on the rope, as the mighty tentacle fell back into the water, about a hundred yards behind where they had been. The wave it created gave the ship a small burst of speed, and allowed it to pass right past the creature's main torso.

"GGGHHAAARGGH!"

"Thi-think," Jeannette heard the hound wheeze. They were all on their last legs, and using that much strength was something the probably couldn't do again, "Thi-ink we mad-e it ma-mad," though that didn't stop Cu from having a snarky attitude.

"Good work," Ritsuka siad, "Now," He looked over at the creature, that was now turning towards them, "Now we just have to keep it from killing us while we run.

"OI!" there came a call from the side, and Jeannette felt skin crawl. She didn't need to look to her right and up to know that the bitch had pulled up alongside them, "Not that I don't appreciate the support, but you all are getting in my way!"

"Hey Bess!" Ritsuka shouted, and were she not so exhausted from her Noble Phatasm, she would have glared at him for his familiarity with the bitch, "So you finally accepted being Queen again, huh?" though she couldn't help but smirk when she heard the snarl coming from the other ship, "Listen, not that you weren't being really impressive back there, holding this off with a bunch of cannon, but we have a plan to actually kill this thing."

"You have a plan?"
"King Hassan does," Ritsuka added, before adding, "I'm just helping get it moving."

"Oh," and Jeannette could only smile more at the fear dripping into he bitch's voice. She didn't like Hassan that much, but the scary motherfucker certainly could be useful, "So, he's here," Jeannette smiled just a bit more, "What does the Grand Assassin have as his plan."

"We just need to get this thing in the channel beneath the Colossus!" Ritsuka declared, pointing at the approaching pair of islands, "I'm basically out of juice besides landing the killing blow!" the admission likely wasn't something Ritsuka was proud of, but it was probably something he had to tell the bitch, "Think you can keep the thing from hitting our ship while we get close?"

"So just shoot any of those tentacles?" Jeannette imagined the bitch was smirking. She then saw Ritsuka nod his head, and then heard the bitch laugh, and say, "Then that is what we shall have to do. Men! Pull us close, keep the guns on the sea, and don't let any of those fucking things get up on the ship!"

There was the sound of dozens of men aboard the other ship shouting in affirmation. The sound of the great ship beginning to move away, and circle until it sailing just a few hundred feet away from the ship Jeannette was on. She could see flashes of metal, and then heard small shots, which she guessed were meant to hit any of the outer attacks Euron was planning.

"To believe we will have to rely on a pirate to survive this," she heard the bald bastard groan. Considering everything, it was honestly kind of shocking that he was still upright. A tentacle seemed to emerge up the side, only for it to explode into green slime, and splatter on the man's armor, "To believe that anything like this could ever even happen…"

"We can sort all this out once we get out of here alive," Ritsuka said, as the ship got closer and closer to the massive statue. He then finally returned his gaze to the armor clad assassin, and said, "Okay, you have everything you need to go as soon as we make it to the Titan?"

"Almost everything," the Grand Assassin nodded, "I just need your Saber and your Arche-"

"Got sleepyhead!" she heard the sh-samurai say behind her. She didn't have to guess what the pink haired woman meant. She was the Saber come up on her side, holding along her shoulder the Harem Protagonist, eyes still closed and body still slack. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she then heard the other woman say again, "Should I go ahead and wake him up?"

"Not yet," King Hassan shook his head, "He shall provide me the weapon to slay the beast," and Jeannette could see Ritsuka nod at that. She supposed Emiya was good at producing swords, though she wondered why the Grand Assassin would ever need another weapon considering the massive two handed cleaver he carried around. If it had been good enough to to slice through the fangirl goddess's neck, it should be enough to kill this thing.

BOOOMMMMM

Another tentacle, this one very large, was shot in half, and sent plummeting into the sea. Jeannette, now just straining to keep her eyes open, could still see the spray from when the left over had crashed into the water. She could imagine that tentacle had been getting awfully close to actually managing to slam into their ship.

'Never thought I'd be thankful for the bitch,' Jeannette thought, as the next set of cannon balls shot through the air. This time, the thing was ready, and raised enough of a defense to not be completely blown back. But the extra force was enough to get it moving backward again. In fact, it was starting to look like it was-

"Right underneath the Titan!" Ritsuka shouted. Jeannette smirked to herself, and watched as King Hassan finally stood up tall. He then gestured to the samurai, who pulled along Emiya to his side. The massive man nodded, then pulled back his hand, and slapped Emiya across the face.

"AH!" the harem protagonist screamed, shaking his head, "SHIT! OW!" he screamed, before shaking his head violently in multiple directions, "What the fuck! What was tha-," he stopped, when he realized who was around him, "What are-what's going-"

"Good to see you are awake Archer Emiya," the giant of a man said.

"Ugh," the tanned man groaned, catching his forehead in his palm, "So that wasn't all a dream."

"Fraid not," Ritsuka said, "So, good news, we are where we need to be for our trap to work."

"Trap?" Emiya blinked, starting to push himself to his feet, "A trap fo-," He stopped, as he looked over Ritsuka, toward the back of the ship. He blinked once, and then sighed, "A trap for that big Eldritch God back there, I'm guessing?"
"Yup," Ritsuka's words seemed to be strained, "Listen Emiya, I want you to listen to whatever Grand Hassan's plan is, because he's the one who knows how we are going to kill that thing," he flinched slightly, "Cause from this point on, I'm about as clueless as you are."

"Uh," the harem protagonist blinked, before nodding his head. He managed to fully stand up, "Will do," he looked down at Ritsuka, whose hand was still latched onto Jeannette's like a vice, "Though, I'm pretty sure I only have enough for one big thing."

"That is all you will need," the Grand Assassin declared. He took both of his hands, and placed them around the hilt of his sword, and pointed it directly down, "Samurai," the other woman bobbed her head at her mention, and came to their side, "Take us to the top of the stature. The execution of that beast shall be commenced there."

"Sure thing!" the woman made a mock salute, before jumping over to the side, and placing one hand on the armored Assassin's arm, and the other onto Emiya's shoulder, "alright, you both ready," Emiya was about to say something, Musashi shouted, "GOOD!" she bent down, and suddenly all three of them were gone. Jeannette felt her shoulders fall for a moment, before looking down at her hand.

"You know I don't need anymore mana," she said, "Those three are going to be the ones that kill it, so you can let go," when she tried to pull her hand away, she couldn't even move it. She growled at him, "What the hell do you think you-"

"Sorry," Ritsuka groaned, "I can't."

"Yo-"

"Using all this mana," Jeannette Looked, and suddenly saw several of his circuits shining brightly through his shirt, "Especially, up there," he didn't even make a move to look up, "Yeah, if we make it through this, I'm probably not moving for like, three days," she looked down more closely, and saw that his hand was actually moving, but every time he tried to loosen his grip, his entire hand seemed to be stuck, "And ya know, when you grab onto a live electrical wire, it causes the nerves in your hand to tighten their grip, we-"

"You won't be able to do anything until we fall unconscious and I stop acting like a life wire," Jeannette sighed, "Well then," she looked up, "Better hope they've got something big enough to take you out alongside that thing, cause as long as you are awake, I'm going to be awake too."

"Yup."

The little ship was now about a quarter of the way into the straight, and beginning to actually be beneath the statue itself. Jeannette was mildly impressed honestly. She then saw a massive flash of light up near the top, though away from the head, towards the thing's outstretched hand. She felt Ritsuka's hand squeeze tighter, and looked to her right to see all of his circuits shining incredibly bright, as well as the rest of his body convulsing.

Until suddenly she was knocked forward. This had the good fortune of knocking her hand loose from her Master. On the other hand, as she picked her head off the deck, she could already feel the blood gushing out of her nose from the impact. She turned her head, and saw that Euron had managed to catch up to them.

"I have no-"

"AZREAL!"

SHIUNNKKKKKK

'Thank god,' she was not going to be able to fight anymore, and she doubted Cu or Xuan had enough in them to do much either. She looked up toward the top of the torso, but blinked when she saw that Euron still had his head. Really, Euron seemed confused as well, as he had likely been expecting an attack from that declaration. But, as seconds ticked by, he looked around, and then stared down at the ship. He almost seemed to shrug, raising another tentacle-

WHHHOOOOOSHSHSHHH-SHUNK

Until a massive bronze blade, falling from high above, landed directly into the masse of the creature. An inhuman wail suddenly came from somewhere in the water, as Jeannette just stared at the scene, and thought about all this for a moment.

'Wait,' she realized, 'the Titan,' she looked at the hilt of the blade, and indeed, saw a colossal bronze hand wrapped around it. She looked, and saw the clean cut at what would have been the statue's wrist, and finally guessed where the Assassin's attack had been aimed at. She let out a chuckle, though it was more of a snort considering the bloody nose, and then felt a bit of worry as the blade only seemed to have cut halfway into the body-

When suddenly, Hassan meteored down onto the top of the hilt of the blade, sending it even deeper into the beast. She let out a whistle, as the creature finally seemed to stop, the blade finally seeming to do some actual, real damage to it.

"Heyo!" she looked to her side, and saw Musashi standing there, Emiya resting on her shoulder, again knocked out, "I see that it looks like big tall and point actually managed to pull this off?" she was laughing, and Jeannette was really starting to get jealous of the woman being a full servant. She almost wanted to reach up and smack the samurai…but considering how she could barely feel her legs underneath her, she thought it would be better to just glare.

"So," she looked over at Emiya, "harem protagonist rebuilt the sword?"

"Not just rebuilt the sword," Musashi shook her head, "He made one even better than before," she pointed at the blade, "See that, it's been enhanced with a few things that King Hassan wanted," she looked over at the sleeping man, a soft smile on her face, "And he actually pulled off making a magically enhanced giant bronze sword," she just shook her head, "A regular Muramasa, this one."

'Oh great,' Jeannette rolled her eyes, 'another girl falling for the Harem Protagonist,' she then gave a quick glance over to her idiot, 'though as long as it's him, that's one less thing for me to worry about.'

WHOOSH

They both turned back, and saw that the body of the creature was now covered in a strange ethereal flame, almost blue in color. The creature began to waver back and forth, all the while Hassan pushed it deeper and deeper into the creature's torso. Finally, just as the hilt reached the top of the torso, the armored servant jumped down onto the meat of the torso. He then grabbed at the handle with his hand-

SHIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCEEEEE

And pulled it, beginning to cut through the flesh of the creature. Far faster than Jeannette would have though possible, he was at the side of the creature, the blade's tip poking through toward them. She watched as the giant then stepped off the side, and proceeded to cut her blade down through the creature's body, the whole thing beginning to split apart into hundreds of different pieces. At just about halfway down toward the sea, the blade seemed to hitch, and then-

BOOOOOOMM

The whole thing exploded, sending pieces of the remains flying into the sky. Jeannette groaned as a green slop of tentacle slammed right on top of her head, smelling like sushi left out in the mid day sun. She at least wasn't the only one, as there were numerous masses of the stuff all over the deck, with several the size of some of the men on the ship.

'There are times I really hate my life,' she she thought, as she pushed the largest mass of the remains off her. After doing so, she blinked, and smiled, as for the first time in what seemed like forever, she saw a ray of sunlight peeking into her vision. The fog seemed to be disappearing, its creator now dead. And with that confirmed, she allowed herself to begin to shut down, and prepare to go to sleep.

"Do-do-"

"OH COME ON!" Jeannette shouted, being forced awake as she saw a pale scraggly man push himself out of a particularly large bit of flesh. Euron seemed even worse now, as his jaw was hanging only by a thread, and a large white sack of skin seemed to have been punctured and resting along his cheek. He waved his hand around, his black dead eye seeming to take the world in. Finally, his eyes rested on Ritsuka, who had somehow avoided being hit by any of the gooish crap, lucky bastard, but was closer to Euron than anyone else.

"OULL IUULLL OOOUUUU!" what remained of Euron began to stumble forward, arms outstretched towards Ritsuka's body. Jeannette began to gather all that remained of her strength to save the idiot.

"That is enough."

SHUNK

Only to stare as an iron blade began to stick out through the middle of Euron's chest. The pirate reached up, and grabbed at the blade, and then began to violently shake, trying to pull himself free. After a few moments of doing so, however, the thrashing began to slow, until finally the body of Euron Greyjoy just hung from around a sword. Jeannette turned her head just a bit to see the morning sun shining off the top of a bald head.

"I think that this has been enough of this adventure," Stannis raised his boot to the back of Euron, and kicked his sword free. The body of the pirate collapsed forward, landing hard on the deck, blood oozing from the many wounds along his body. Jeannette looked over the large man who was looking down at his sword with some concern, before shaking his head, and sheathing his sword, "More than enough."

The men around the ship all looked at their lord, before they began to let out a cheer. The two dozen Andals rushed to the Baratheon, and began to lift him into the air. This seemed to rather flummox the man, all the while the smuggler from earlier strode over to her.

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Davos asked, concern in his eyes.

"Just," Jeannette looked over at RItsuka, and then at Emiya, and looked up to see that Cu had fallen asleep in the rafters, "Just, please get us back to shore," she sighed, feeling the life truly beginning to leave her limbs, "I don't think we can really move anymore, so we'll need to rest up," she waved her hand, "Once we get there, Mata and the others should be able to get us to somewhere we can rest."

"You must let us pay for it."

"That would be very kind of you. We accept," Jeannette knew that Ritsuka probably wouldn't accept. He had admitted that he had been slightly worried about how Stannis would react to knowing that the bitch was going to be going with them and not to the gallows, so going into the Storm Lord's debt was something he'd been trying to avoid. But considering that at the moment they had just saved the whole city, that they couldn't use Outcast after all the damage there, and that they were flat broke, she needed some money.

'And besides,' she looked out, and saw the vaguest hint of the larger war ship sailing off, deeper into the lagoon, far from the sight of this ship, 'not like the bitch is going to meet up with us till later. Might as well take what we can get from this rich guy while we are still on his good side.'

Jeannette couldn't move anymore. She watched as Musashi jumped around for a bit, before finally grabbing her, and placing her against the side of the ship. Everyone was laying against the railing, Cu, Emiya, Xuan, herself and her idiot. The pink haired swordswoman then leaned against the mast, determined to remain on guard. Jeannette vaguely wondered what happened to Hassan, but ultimately considered it rather unimportant.

'That guy will show up whenever he wants, so he can disappear whenever he wants to,' she gave one final look over to Ritsuka, and smiled to herself, 'I'm just glad,' she reached out, with the last of her strength, and took his hand in hers as her vision began to fade, 'That I'm where I want to be.'