"Okay, which asshole thought they were bein' so fuckin' funny?!" Mikoto demanded after slamming the door to the stairs open, red aura roaring around his form like a pyre and the man looking as pissed as that time he tried quitting cigarettes.

Izumo instinctively took a step back. "What's got ya mad?"

"Some smartass took my last cigarette, my last one in my entire storage." Then he rounded on the barkeeper. "Gimme one of yours!"

"Hey! Back off, will ya?! I'm out too!"

"Shit..!" Then he turned to the rest of HOMRA. "Any of ya gotta smoke?!" Then his eyes landed on Lancer, currently enjoying a cigarette in the corner of the bar. "...Lancer, where'd ya get that?! Ya emptied your pack last night?!" Then he sniffed the air. "That smells like my brand!"

"...Fuck!" Was all Lancer said before he put out the cigarette, dropped it, and went into spirit form.

"Fuck him..!" Mikoto snarled before quickly glancing at his Cherubim Command Seal, debating whether or not to use it on his dumbass Servant. He then took a deep breath, trying to think rationally. He only has three strokes to use for the whole War. He shouldn't waste one on something like this. Besides, Lancer has to reappear at the bar. When he does that's when Mikoto will vent.

For now he supposes he'll head to the convenience store to buy another pack. The walk their should help him to calm down. "I'll be back soon." Without waiting for a reply Mikoto went out the door.

"...At least my bar didn't get roasted this time," Izumo grumbled. "Those repairs cost me a pretty penny."

Mikoto went through a back alley, knowing it's a faster way to get to the store. A crimson wind whipped past him and agony overcame the man. His severed right arm lay in a growing pond of red. The King's mind was racing and his vision was swimming but he still managed to lock eyes on the armored female in front of him. His hazy mind told him it's Servant Saber standing a few meters in front of him.

His Servant. Need to summon his Servant for help. Trying to ignore the pain enough to concentrate, Mikoto picked up his right arm. Maybe he could somehow still connect to his Command Seal.

It happened it an instant. Saber suddenly appeared right in front of the King and tore his lower jaw off like she was ripping paper. At the same time she grabbed the right arm. Pain. Unbelievable pain that was being numb the more the red came out of the young man.

"Sorry. I'm honestly not much of a fan of winning against a Servant this way." Saber's voice held genuine pity. But Mikoto could barely make out her words due to how dizzy he was becoming. "But my Master ordered me via Command Seal to kill the Master of Lancer without fighting the Servant." Clarent materialized in Saber's other hand. "I at least won't allow you to suffer any further. Consider it a bit of mercy."

Mikoto's vision suddenly went upside down as his head was severed from his neck.

- Dead end