Chapter 5:

When Lancer was far away enough for Severus' accuracy to diminish somewhat, he stopped firing and started the conversation.

"So, which one of you summoned me?" He rumbled in gentle manner.

"I DID! THERE'S NO WAY I COULDN'T SUMMON ANYTHING ELSE BUT RAPID-FIRE EXPLOSIVE MACHINEGUNS!" Mister Torgue seemed to have achieved Torgue-gasm.

"So it seems that you have summoned me…?"

"Ah, I'm Shirou. Emiya Shirou." Shirou replied to Saber.

"And I'm Mister Torgue High-Five Flexington." Mister Torgue introduced himself to Severus.

"I am Servant Saber, here to fight beside you in this Holy Grail War master." said Saber to Shirou.

"You may call me Severus of the Ultramarines. I am here to stop evil from spreading its roots even further. It is my hope that you shall assist me in this." Severus rumbled.

"I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY. YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME! LOOK AT THOSE GUNS!" Mister Torgue roared out in ecstasy.

"Master, are you allied with this other Master?" Saber asked Shirou.

"Uh, um, yeah Saber, Mister Torgue is my friend. Also, please just call me Shirou, no need to call me Master." Shirou managed to stammer to Saber.

"Shirou, I'll see you tomorrow. I need to know what Severus can do, so we'll go now, bye!" With that said, Mr. Torgue rushed out through the hole in the walls of Shirou's house, while his Servant followed him after throwing a farewell to Shirou and Saber.

After running to the junkyard, which was even less lightly guarded if possible, Mister Torgue turned to Severus, and could no longer contain himself.

"YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME! LIKE, SUPER-DUPER-FUCKING-AWESOME! GUNS! EXPLOSIONS!" Mister Torgue let out.

"Young one, you seem much enthused about my armaments. Let me demonstrate it to you." Severus stated to Mister Torgue before striding forth to position himself a distance away from the pile of scrap, before raising his right arm.

To Mister Torgue, he was in heaven right now. Or, to rephrase it better, he felt right at home. He felt that this was what he was born for, the carnage and destruction that this event would bring. He felt as if he were in a campaign of carnage, of destruction, especially so as he watched Severus' weapons come to life.

The barrel of whatever gun Severus had on his? its? right hand began to glow with a light so bright that for a moment the night sky turned into day, before the transient daylight turned into a blinding flash that illuminated all so far and blinded Mister Torgue temporarily. When his eyes regained their sight, he was shocked at the state of the land- with sizzling heat in the air, he could feel his heart beating, the blood rushing around, a dull, chronic thumping sound as his fight or flight instincts roared to life, in awe to the power displayed.

Where there used to be a whole pile of crushed, compacted and the occasional rusted cars lied glowing pools of molten metal- for 30 meters. Severus' weapons appeared to be some kind of high-powered anti-armor weaponry, probably laser or plasma-based, given the blinding light it emitted, he noted absently, even as he observed Severus' arm-gun's barrel glowed red hot, and steam arose from the weapon merely from the contact between the cool night air and the heated metal.

For the first time in his life, Mister Torgue failed to utter any sound, his respect, shock and disbelief for the sheer destructiveness. Even in his strange dreams of a planet filled with blood, bandits and guns and explosions, the destructiveness never came close to this. Even in all the movies with explosions he had watched, they never came close to this. This went beyond explosions, this was about destructiveness.

"That is the power of my twin-linked Lascannons, a laser-based weapons designed for penetrating heavy armor, whether of the foul Tyranids, or of the Traitor Marines' heretical vehicles. And this, is my twin-linked Storm Bolter." Severus rumbled.

The sound of the hissing steam was rapidly drowned out the explosive noise from the other arm. This time though, Mister Torgue could actually see havoc the armament was causing, as he witnessed the weapon unleash a hail of bullets in a focused area, green acid splashing out and hissing as they ate away at whatever they came into contact with.

"These are holy armaments that the God-Emperor of Mankind, our Lord and Savior, bestowed upon me, a warrior whose body is great and mind even greater. With the help of this sacred Dreadnought shell, I have been able to battle and eradicate the many enemies of the Imperium of Man. However, my work is not yet done, and by his Grace, I have been sent here to stop evil that threatens mankind once more. I ask you of you , Mister Torgue High-Five Flexington, will you work with me to stop this threat of Angra Mainyu, All the World's Evils, once and for all?" Severus said to Mister Torgue, his large frame casting a shadow on Mister Torgue as the hydraulic pistons pushed his height even higher, blocking out the light of the moon.