These invaders were trouble. I could and should have killed the blond one when I had the chance but I was to arrogant to use a more powerful attack, I thought he was just a regular human, a master, but I was proven wrong when he dodged my surprise attack. I tried again in a desperate attempt to catch him off guard but once again failed when he leapt away. After that I switched onto a more powerful attack to wipe him out before he could meet up with his allies but before I could that damn Caster came in and saved him. Attacking me allowing the demi-servant to get out of my sight.

She'd been less than pleased at the news of the Demi-servant's survival, made only worse by the fact he reunited with his team, another Demi-servant and a mage. First rate if he wasn't wrong. But she lacked the ability to become a master which confused me, There were no other humans in the city to be the master meaning that one of the Demi-servants was not only as powerful as a servant but also was a master of the other.

I was much more than pleased when they entered Berserker's territory, she could barely kill the beast on her own, myself and Lancer had been forced to intervene to save her life when Berserker's Noble Phantasm kicked into effect after being slane eleven times in a single blow.

I assumed they would die because they were weak, no-where near as strong as she was but I was once more proven wrong, they not only managed to survive uninjured by also dealt a handicapping blow to the Berserker with the help of Caster's magic. It was genius in a way but also pure luck. If Berserker's Noble Phantasm hadn't been weakened by the grail it would have healed but because it was weakened, it wouldn't regrow without removing the carbonized area. Something the walking tank didn't seem to understand and instead sulked in a corner, not realizing it could just cut off it's arm and regenerate it's hand. Soon it would figure it out but by that time they would already be dead.

And now I'm here with Lancer, guarding the Lay-line closest to Berserker's territory. I'd managed to hear them mention it when speaking to their little helper through a magic link of some kind, I informed her and she ordered us here, while she sent an army of dragon tooth bone warriors to guard the other. The odd's weren't in our favour, although I was rational, Lancer was not. She was far from it, previously before being corrupted she'd been more reserved in her attacks, only attacking when she believed she could win, but now? She attacked anything, even allies, that entered her hunting grounds, she even attacked the Berserker one time and paid dearly for it when he cut her hand's off.

It was a miracle that she arrived in time to stop Berserker finishing Lancer off, even more so when neither exchanged a single attack, an intense stare off that lasted for several minutes happened instead, in the end Berserker was the first to break contact, blinking before turning and leaving with a grunt.

A true testament to her power when even Berserker, the mindless beast of the war, knew he couldn't win against her.

She was someone to be feared, and he did so wisely. Followed her orders without question and accepted his punishments for failure without compliant. I hated it of course. She didn't exactly go easy when she wailed on you, either with her sword or her fists she used you as a punching bag until her anger subsided. Which lead him to here, baby sitting lancer so she wouldn't do anything irrational and get herself killed.

By the looks of it he wouldn't need to fight, Caster had most likely sensed them and they probably made for the other Lay-line where the army of dragon tooth warriors waited. At the very least if the invaders managed to get to the lay-line and succeed in securing it, it wouldn't be my fault.

I did hoped this peace would last. It was tranquil...soothing in a sense...

''WICKER MAN!''

And then the damn mage spoke...

...Curse my E rank luck.

-=/\/\/\/\=-

''So that's a Noble phantasm...'' I comment dryly, watching the large 'Wicker man' march though the area, crushing and burning the fifty or some skeleton warriors guarding the area as it walked though, after completely strafing the zone of all unlife and a few unfortunate buildings the noble phantasm started following a pale, hooded women in rather revealing dress that exposed a red tattoo on her legs, she held a lance that looked like a farming tool as her weapon. She was nimble, jumping around the noble phantasm when it attacked her, avoiding the slow attacks with ease, she delivered a few strikes of her own but stopped after the first three realizing her attacks didn't do anything to it.

''Hmph, it's not a half bad one but I prefer my lancer forms one.'' The Caster, who named himself Cu Chuliann, says, a hint of longing and annoyance in his voice as he spoke to me. ''Gáe Bolg's a far better weapon than any magic I could use, if I had it I'm sure, no positive, I could defeat all the servants save Berserker with it.''

''Where have I heard that name before...'' I mummer, remembering hearing the name 'Gáe Bolg' a some point in the past but not when. In the end I shook my head and set Olga down softly, allowing the director to sleep peacefully for the time being, god knows she needs it. ''Take care of her Fou.''

''Fou!''

''Well, we can't let that thing do all the work, Mesh on me. Caster, I think I can trust you with Archer, right?'' I order, getting nods from both servant and Demi-servant I run towards the battlefield with Mesh at my side while Caster dematerialized to take on Archer.

I drew my sword as I approached Lancer's position, watching her dodge another heavy handed strike from the wicker-man. I could gauge that she was faster, faster than both me and Mash but that was it, I couldn't see any of her other combat abilities because all she was doing at this point was avoiding the burning Wicker-man until it burned itself out with it's own flames.

''Be careful when we fight her, we don't know to much about her other than she's fast.'' I warn as we come to a stop in the street, facing the corrupted lancer servant. Seeing that she finally noticed us I prepared my sword in front of me defensively while Mash set up to my unarmoured side and raised her shield enough to defend both of us while letting her get a good look at her opponent. And look I did...Her eyes were certainly...something.

Something bad that is.

When she looked at me it suddenly felt harder to move, like my joints were locking up on me, Mash on the other hand seemed completely fine, most likely because she probably had a higher magic resistance rank than I did and judging by how unaffected she was to the point she was completely oblivious to the effects I'd guess she had a much, MUCH higher magic resist rank than me. Man, now I feel jealous.

The stare off didn't last long, quickly interrupted by the almost burnt out Wicker-man slamming it's fist into where lancer had once been, she narrowly avoided the attack if the light burns on her arm were anything to go by. On the other hand the wicker-man finally burned itself out with the last attack, the last of the straw became engulfed in the flames causing the large Noble-Phantasm to fall apart before dissipating into prana in the air.

Rest in pieces big guy. You will be missed.

''There wouldn't be a chance of you just surrendering? I prefer not to hit pretty ladies when I can help it.'' I say, it may have sounded like a pointless attempt to get our enemy to surrender to redirect Mash's attention from what it really was. I, just like a true arc should, was flirting with the enemy. Something the servant I was merged with didn't seem to like if the pang of light chest pains in my body was anything to go by.

''Ah...two unknown servants...One a young girl and the other a troubled old man with the body of a young man...'' The Lancer 'says', more like moans out, as she landed atop a set of chains wrapped around two lamp-posts and spread out like a net.

''How nice...'' I reply dryly. I compliment her and all she does is call me old? How cruel!

''Although this isn't my hunting ground...'' The servant starts, slowly drawing herself into an offensive stance atop the chains. ''I can make an exception!'' The lancer shouts before leaping forwards, vanishing mid air she re-appears in front of Mash and delivered a powerful downwards strike aimed at her shoulder.

A metallic bang reached my ears when the lancer's weapon struck Mash's shield causing the shielder's face to contort in pain when her bones rattle from the explosive power delivered by the strike that blew dust and sparks into the air. Quickly following up Lancer strikes the shield again with a strike dead on the shield's centre causing her to slide back a few inches causing her foot to slide into uneven ground making her lose her footing leaving her open for Lancer's third strike.

Jumping in I brought my sword up, filling the gap between Mash's head and the shaft of Lancer's weapon causing it to drag across the sword sending sparks flying before getting locked into the right cross-guard.

''Ahaha! You should be careful! One strike from my weapon will make your wound's unhealable! All I need to do is cut you once and you'll bleed and bleed and then bleed to death!'' Lancer shouts in...ecstasy? Fuck that was just creepy.

Twisting my sword I drag Lancer's weapon to the side suddenly, rather than let the weapon go as I planned she instead moved with the lance, when she finally stopped moving Lancer grabs her weapon. ''My turn!'' She suddenly jerked her weapon back, my sword and me towards her in a stumble that let her free her own weapon and ready it to run me through.

''Senpai!'' Mash shouts bringing my attention to the weapon going for my neck. In a desperate attempt to keep my head attached to the rest of my body I bring up my armoured arm and reinforce it with my aura. It was somewhat successful when I still kept my arm and head but the attack managed to cut through my armour and arua to lightly cut my arm, it wasn't deep, normally it wouldn't do much to me on it's own but feeling my aura literally start poring out of the wound because it wouldn't heal I cut off the aura flow to the new wound.

''Holy, Jesus that stings.'' I curse before springing forwards, closing the gap between myself and the Lancer and go for three strikes, all aimed at her shoulder, wrist and gut respectfully. As expected Lancer wasn't a joke, being able to use her weapon defensively like she was born with it and use the shaft to block and redirect my attacks, only flinching slightly at the force behind the strikes.

Before Lancer could make a move against me she was forced to jump away from the sharp edge of the shield that slammed into the ground where she'd stood a moment before, completely destroying the tarmac around Mash and kicking up a smoke screen of dust.

''Are you okay?'' Mash asks, sending me a worried look as she stands, hefting her shield up ready to defend herself at a moments notice.

''I'm fine, it's just a small cut.'' I wave off. I probably wasn't since it wouldn't heal but that was a bridge I would cross when we dealt with Lancer and Archer.

''Hmmm…'' Lancer hums as the smoke clears, her eyes focused on my arm that was bleeding. Her eyes then snapped to her weapon prompting her to bring the blade to her lips and lick my blood off it with a pleasured hum, closing her eyes as she savoured the taste.

''I feel violated...'' I comment, feeling a shiver run up my spine when the Lancer's eyes snap back to my own, a smile to wide for her face causing her creep factor to sky rocket. I really need to choose more carefully about who I flirt with…In the words of a wise man. ''Jaune, Don't stick your dick in crazy.''

''Did you say something, Senpai?'' Mash asks, glancing back at me momentarily with a concerned brow raised.

''N-no, lets just focus on dealing with Lancer.''

I really need to learn to stop thinking aloud.

''Hmm...a two on one doesn't favour me...'' Lancer mummers, looking between myself and Mash before finally focusing on Mash. ''I'll just need to get rid of one of you for the time being.'' Putting her hands under her hood, Lancer flicks out her hair the flows in the air for a few moments before the tips transformed into chains that remain suspended in the air.

That quickly changed when Lancer used a guiding hand to fire them towards Mash forcing the shield wielder to jump away to avoid being bound. The chains detached from Lancer's hair and latched onto nearby buildings and lamp posts to deal with the shielder on their own leaving me to fight Lancer on my own.

''Now that we're alone...'' Lancer begins, spinning her weapon before pointing it at me with a wicked grin on her face. ''I'll turn you into one of my collectables!''

''You should at least take me on a date before calling me yours first.'' I retort sarcastically, subconsciously flirting again. Stop me! don't stick your dick in crazy! Dad's advice remember it!

Getting into a defensive stance I wait for lancer to attack first, she was only slightly stronger than I was physically without my semblance to enhance me but due to a mix of her slightly superior strength, eyes and weapon range advantage made a deadly combo to fight against, paired with my wound that drained my aura faster than a working class man's will to live during the great depression when I tried to heal it I was in what you could call a conundrum.

Seemingly not caring for my flirting Lancer leaps forwards and closes the gap in the blink of the eyes forcing me to roll to the side to avoid being ruin through, not giving me a moment Lancer pulls her weapon back slightly and spins it around slamming the blunt side of her weapons blade into my sword arms shoulder getting a painful winch and a cracked shoulder blade for her efforts.

Following up Lancer pulls her lance back and them lunches it forwards forcing me to roll to the side to avoid being run through. Kicking off the ground I ram into the servant causing her to gasp as the air's blown from her lungs by the shoulder tackle that pinned her against a wall. With both my arms unable to strike the lancer I decide to improvise...

...And headbutt her. Note to self, headbutting a servant wasn't a wise idea because it probably ended up hurting me more than it did her.

Deciding she didn't want to be the victim of a one sided beat down Lancer pushed me away and gave herself enough room to plant her boot into my gut and kick me back allowing her to move in on the offensive with several quick strikes that I narrowly dodged and parried with my sword as she slowly pushed me back with her onslaught that continued one strike after another with enough force to warp the air around me. We continued to trade blows, I even managed to land a punch square in her jaw at one point but it didn't have much effect past busting her lip open, only angering her causing her attacks to become more unpredictable.

Eventually I broke off, ducking under an attack that fell short, I jumped back and gave myself a quick breather, my body not yet used to the hyper activity I was being exposed to. If I decided to stay in shape my stamina wouldn't be a problem, but right now my stamina was the same as when I was in Anima all those years ago on remnant, not bad, not to good but definitely not enough to keep up with a servant as fast as this one.

The things I'd give up right now for a gun.

Seeing that Lancer was about to attack again I raised my sword with both my hands and deflect the heavy strike across the blade of my sword and into the ground beside me embedding the lance into the ground. Using moment I wrap my arm around Lancer's weapon and grip onto the shaft holding it firmly preventing Lancer from pulling her weapon out of the ground. ''Ha! What do you plan to do without your we-''

A kick in the face that knocked my on my back was the response I got. Damn it hurt to be kicked in the nose by a heel. At least I got to see some nice leg though, Worth the pain. But, there was always a but in these situations, the kick also disorientated me enough to let Lancer pull her weapon free of my free grip cutting my armpit and slicing off three of my fingers in the process as she dragged her weapon out of my loosened grip.

''Ugh- I'm way to rusty for this shit...'' I grumble, rolling backwards onto my feet as Lancer started to laugh. Way to rub salt onto an open wound, why not squeeze some lemon and throw a bit of vodka in there while you're at it? ''I probably should have trained a bit before doing this...''

Okay, I'm down three fingers and thus a hand, my armpits also sliced open so no moving the rest of that arm either, I'm way to rusty to be fighting someone on her level without some help, hell even Olga shooting some spells would give me an edge. In essence I was fucked here unless I used my semblance, personally I'd prefer not to use it in this fight because of my wounds draining my aura when I used it but I didn't have much of a choice here did I?

''Alright bitch, I'll stop being a gentleman for you.'' I ground out as I force my semblance into my sword arm and leg's, doing in kind what Lancer had done to me I attacked while she was unprepared, springing forwards with enhanced speed I brought my blade down on her shoulder gutting through several inches of skin and bone before my sword came to a grinding halt. It took a moment for the servant to register what had happened before she screamed as pain flooded her system.

''AGGHHH!'' Lancer's scream of agony was loud, loud enough to pop my ears in fact. She jumped away on instinct, pulling my sword out of her shoulder awkwardly in the process causing me to cut through more of her in the process leaving a hunk of shoulder on the ground where she'd been standing previously. When she landed she immediately dropped her weapon and grabbed her wound, trying desperately to stop the literal waterfall of blood that flowed from her body. Twas' a gruesome wound that without a doubt was fatal if she couldn't find a way to heal it.

Realizing she was going to die Lancer dug a foot into the ground under her lance and kicked it into her offhand before bending down low, following her aggression the chains attached to the walls sprang forwards and wrapped around my feet binding me to the spot, a smug look mixed with anger overcame her features before she sprang forwards with her weapon held above her head to bring down and cut me in two.

''DIE!'' You could practically feel the rage vibrating off her in her final moments, she inched closer and closer to me but I didn't feel any semblance of fear as she approached. Why would I need to? In her fit of rage she forgot about the real threat that was about to kill her.

''Senpai!'' Mash shouts, causing the Lancer's eyes to widen when a large shield suddenly ends up between myself and the enemy Lancer followed by a near blinding light that gave way to a large copy of the shield coming between the shield and Lancer causing the servant's weapon to bounce off the shield's shield harmlessly leaving Lancer suspended in the air for when Mash pulled her weapon out of the ground and with a battle grip swung her weapon with a brutality previously unknown to the girl cutting the Lancer in half spewing guts and blood over the shield that quickly started to dissipate into blue Prana.

You know...besides the whole shield, shield thing the fight almost emulated a huntsmen fight in a way, quick and brutal with no honour what so ever. We used cheap shots to land blows on one another rather than duke it out for several minutes until one of us fell over from exhaustion, maybe this was how all servant fights went? Quick and brutal as one servant over powered the other in what amounted to maybe less than a minute of fighting?

''Nice work Mash!'' I praise the shielder, accidental patting the girl with my wounded hand covering the unfortunate girl's shoulder and arm in blood causing her to scream. What? So blood made her squeamish but she literally just cut someone in half! Hell her guts were spilt all over the shield. I mean sure they were dissipating but still!

''S-Senpai your hand!'' Mash stutters out, looking at my hand that was lacking three fingers and bleeding heavily. She panicked for a moment before steeling herself and tearing part of her outfit off and began to wrap my hand in the black fabric to help with the bleeding. ''We need to find something to cover it before you lose to much blood! We also need to find the fingers and have them frozen so we can reattach them at a later date, preferably right after we finish the mission.''

Mash droned on as she finished wrapping my hand up, spouting about how I'd be fine and the such. In the end she stopped when I failed to hold back a chuckle and her eyes widened in shock when I rubbed her head. ''Don't worry about my fingers, I think we should be more worried about helping out Cu.''

Don't get me wrong, my lack of fingers hurt, a lot actually, but it was something I could ignore with the help of aura and my semblance, both of which were now healing my wounds with Lancer dead. To be honest this wasn't the first time I'd lost a few fingers, Mercury had blown most of my hand apart one time during a fight, ultimately I won but missing a hand fucking sucked. Even if it was for three days. Yes, that was the day I learned that my aura when enhanced with my semblance could basically heal anything that wasn't a curse of carbonized. These three missing fingers? they'd be back in a day tops. I could literally sleep it off as long as I didn't bleed out.

Before Mash could voice her concern the sound of an explosion ripping through the streets brought our full attention to Caster and Archer's fight. The two of them were jumping around from building to building like acrobats, Caster firing spells at Archer with a small delay while Archer fired arrows and the occasional sword back.

''Yeeeeaahhhh…I don't think I can help much…'' I draw out flatly, watching as Archer notched a sword and fired it towards Caster who in turn fired back with a chain of fire balls. An explosion that forced me and Mash to dig our feet into the ground followed when the attacks hit each other mid air. ''I don't think I want to either...''

''Hmmhm...'' By the sound of it Mash agreed and understandably so. What could we do in a ranged fight as two melee combatants against someone who had a ranged advantage and was faster?

BOOM!

I didn't get much time to think about it when we were enveloped by an explosion that thankfully was blocked by Mash who was actually paying enough attention to save us from an untimely demise. ''Thanks for the save.''

''We should fall back and secure the director, hopefully by the time we get back Caster will have dealt with Archer.'' Mash advises. I looked at Caster who spared a moment and nodded at us before going back to fighting with Archer.

''If he's cool with it, lets.'' I agree before setting off back the way we came.

-=/\/\/\/\=-

This situation was falling apart fast…

How truly wonderful...

Lancer was dead, not surprising really. She was a fool to go on the aggressive against two servants and even more a fool to let her anger get the better of her, it cost her life but more annoyingly it was going to cost mine if I didn't get a hold of the situation fast. At the very least the two Demi-servants had fallen back to secure the mage who was probably hiding in the shadows rather than join the fight, maybe I could use that to my advantage? If I could secure her first then I could possibly use her as a hostage and get out of here alive.

Yes, That was what I needed to do but first I need to deal with Caster, if only for a second I need to detract him to make my escape. I could already grasp where the mage was so that would be easy picking if I got past Caster. And I just happened to know how to get rid of him.

''This has gone on for long enough, Cú Chulainn.'' I say, landing on a nearby roof-top putting an end to our fight for now.

''Finished already? I'm disappointed Archer…No, if we're using names, then I'll call you EMIYA again, even if you aren't quite the same.'' Cú says, materializing on the same rooftop with a smirk, further grating my nerves. There was one thing Cú Chulainn was as good at as combat and that was his ability to be a constant pain in the ass.

''An astute observation.'' I reply dryly causing the Caster servant to huff in amusement. ''But no, I'm at a disadvantage due to Lancer's defeat.''

''Maybe not, one of them is injured after all.'' Caster counters, probably to try and convince me to keep fighting. I however was no fool.

''I'll have to decline your offer.'' I reply before dematerializing my bow causing Caster to raise a brow when I didn't immediately construct my swords.

''I am the bone of my sword...''

Realization flashed in the servant's eyes prompting him to jump into the air to gain some distance before shouting.

''WE'RE LEAVING!'' Caster shouts aloud, most likely to get the attention of his two allies before he dematerializes and speeds off prompting me to stop my chant. Good, at the very least Caster understood the danger I represented and fled rather than go on the offensive, if he had I don't know if I could have had enough time to stop myself to avoid the attack, it was very hit or miss and I lucked out…

Now was my chance to escape, I may not be able to get the mage after all but none the less I could escape with my life. I turned and dematerialized before making a swift escape when I sensed Caster returning. I will admit I smirked ever so slightly when Caster reappeared on the rooftop while swearing, realizing he'd been played.

it was only now however that it dawned on me that she would not be happy at our defeat. Perhaps death would be a good alternate? I had to stop myself glancing back again. Of course death was no better, I'd failed and thus deserved punishment for doing so. Even so, I couldn't stop myself feeling slightly envious of Lancer's demise for she'd gotten the long end of the stick with a swift death, I on the other had would be writhing in pain for a while for my hand in our failure.

-=/\/\/\/\=-

How could they just leave me! While I was asleep no less! And how could he place me on the dirty ground?! Now my clothes were in worse state than they were previously! And my hairs covered in muck damn it!

''Fou!''

''At least you're still here...'' I mummer, scooping up the small beast into my arms and petting his head. I doubted that they would just leave me and Fou without reason, they were off fighting if the sound of distant explosions was anything to go by. I was kind of grateful they didn't take me to fight...I was scared, I'll admit that, I'm terrified of what's happening. The human race is gone back home, here the human race is also gone and there's also several hostile servants who want to kill us. Who wouldn't be?

But it was insulting that they left me behind, I was scared, so what? Jaune was as well so why couldn't I fight with them? I'm a top-notch mage who would hold my own in a fight, if I couldn't I wouldn't be here right now but it looks like they thought I'd be a liability.

What was I thinking? Of course I couldn't help, I'm just a human, a top notch mage but still human, I'm no servant or demi-servant, they were in a whole other league than I was, if I fought one of them in one on one combat I'd be dead faster than I could cast a single spell.

BOOM!

As if to enforce my point a loud explosion blasted a wave of air over me and Fou blowing out white hair around. I turned to face the large cloud of dust and smoke that enveloped the site of the lay line and battlefield. Seeing two figures approaching I readied a spell but stopped with a relieved sigh when I made out the familiar figures of Mash and Jaune rather than a skeleton warrior that I'd been expecting.

Quickly dusting myself off as best I could I glared at Jaune who chuckled when he noticed, knowing exactly why I was angry at him.

''Heya Olga.'' Jaune says, his lips trembling causing my eye's to twitch in anger when I realized it wasn't from fear put it was him holding back a grin that would have otherwise spread over his face. In response I huffed and looked away from the man and set my eyes on Mash.

''Situation report?'' I ask prompting Mash to explain that they used Caster's Noble phantasm to destroy the army of dragon tooth bone skeleton warriors and then engage Archer while she and Jaune engaged Lancer resulting in Jaune being hurt while lancer was slain. ''What sort of injury?''

''This.'' Jaune says and unwraps his hand showing his stubs where three of his fingers used to be, feeling bile raising to my throat at the unsightly wound I turn away and gag causing the demi-servant to snort and cover it up again. ''Squeamish?''

''A little...'' I grumble, swallowing the bile I turn back to face the two demi-servants. ''We need to make haste and set up our forward operating base.''

''I agree with the little lady, the sooner you set up the faster we can end this war.'' Caster says, materializing by Jaune's side with his hood pulled down giving me a good look at his handsome features. No Olga, you can't blush you're a proper lady, a first class mage and he's a perverted degenerate just like Jaune, the both of them are below you.

''So Archer got away?'' Jaune asks, in the middle of a conversation that I hadn't been paying attention to.

''Damn bastard did! He tricked me, made me think he was going to use one of his stronger attacks and then turned tail when I made haste to get out of it's range.'' Caster replies bitterly, grumbling under his breath afterwards about how this Archer was a slippery bastard.

''We still got one right? That's an enemy we won't need to worry about at a later date.'' I say, interrupting there conversation with my input.

''Hm, she's right, even if it was only one enemy it's a large win for us.'' Mash agrees much to my relief.

''Yeah it is, Lancer was a pain in the ass for me to deal with because she only fought in her territory, something that if I fought her alone in would lead to my death.'' Caster says with a sigh. ''Well even if Archer got away there's only two left, I've already dealt with Assassin and Rider, now with Lancer out of the way and Berserker not being involved with Saber that leaves it at two on three.''

''You mean two on four.'' I correct.

''No, two on three. Even if you're a top rate mage with high grade magic circuits you're still a human.'' Caster replies sharply, cutting down my idea of helping them immediately. ''At no point could a human fight a servant and come out on top without a trick up their sleeve.''

''But I-''

''He's right Olga, as you are now you'd just be a burden if you fought by our side.'' Jaune interrupts me. He wasn't wrong...I was down a leg and magic now compared to the time those servants probably came from was night and day levels of difference, a powerful spell now would be childs play if a mage such as Merlin used it.

''But that doesn't mean you can't be useful.'' Jaune adds on cause my eyes to widen when the demi-servant in question picks me up bridal style. ''Even if you're just a normal human, your magic's still pretty good if what Caster says is true, so you can act as a support for us during out fights.''

''S-support?'' I chock out, trying to hold down the heat that rushed to my face.

''Yup.'' Jaune says, popping the 'p'. ''Do whatever you can, cast spells, carriers, hell even throwing dirt at our enemies to give us an edge could give us an advantage we can use to win. So don't think you're useless, just don't put yourself in danger to do it.''

''Hmhm, Senpai's right.'' Mash adds on with a nod, elbowing Caster, who wasn't paying attention, a moment later causing the man to grown before agreeing as well.

''See, they agree!'' Jaune exclaims, gesturing to the two other's of the group. Praise from mash was more than enough but praise from a Caster class servant? That did cause my heart to skip a beat, to be praised by a powerful mage from a time when magic was more powerful was simply amazing…

''So...can you use some healing magic on me? My fingers sort of sting...'' Jaune adds on causing that light feeling inside me to fall down as irritation overtook it.

''Heal you!? You shouldn't have been foolish enough to injure yourself in the first place!'' I chastise causing Jaune to look away with a sheepish look on his face and some beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

''Hmph, I'll heal your hand when we reach the lay line, hooligan.'' I say with a huff, smirking ever so slightly when I hear a 'thank you' from the blond demi-servant. Yes, thank me you plebeian! Nothing would ruin this rare moment of triumph over the demi-servant carrying me.

Growl

It took less than a second for my face to turn red at the sound of my treacherous body. How dare it! I was lording over him and hunger was my down fall! No! why did I skip out on breakfast today! I'm such a fool! ''Not. A. Word...''

''We should get to the lay line and establish that magic circle before our little lady here starves to death.'' Caster chuckles out before vanishing into blue particles to avoid my wrath.

''Just hurry up...'' I mummer, burying my face into Jaune's chest to hide the red when I realized I couldn't do it on my own.

''Right-ay-o.'' Jaune says before spinning around on the spot and walking towards the lay line at a comfortable pace with Mash following by his side with her shield at the ready.

It didn't take long for us to reach the lay line, five minutes give or take, and with Caster already waiting for us while he kicked around a rock to stave off boredom we got to work quickly to set up the summoning circle to connect the singularity to Chaldea. Before long and with the help of Mash the circle was up in running in only a matter of minutes leaving only one thing to do.

''Romani!'' I shout into my wrist mounted communicator as it comes to life with a blue flicker as the strawberry blond haired doctor appeared on the screen. The doctor gulped seeing the glare being sent his way. ''We have the summoning circle set up! Send us supplies from Chaldea to set up a forward operations base.''

''R-right, we'll have the supplies sent immediately!'' Romani rushes out and moves to end the connection but pauses as I raise a hand to stop him. ''And be sure to send those little cakes I like.''

''Ay can I have some to?'' Jaune asks as he looked into the screen putting his face directly beside my own causding mine to heat up at the close proximity. ''Oh hey Romani!''

''Y-you're to close!'' I cry out and push Jaune's face away with my hand ''I don't want to catch your perverseness.''

''Hm, you weren't saying that earlier when you buried your face into my chest and fell asleep in my arms.'' Jaune replies back teasingly only adding to the red on my cheeks as Romani gaped like a fish at the news.

''R-really? The director actually fell asleep in your arms?'' Romani asks out of shock prompting me to quickly end the connection before Jaune could make the situation worse. Curse that man! Hearing him laughing I growl and ram an elbow into his chest causing him to wheeze out another laugh before going into a fit of laughter and coughing when I ram my elbow into his chest again.

I hated to swear, it was below me, un-lady like and unfitting for a mage such as myself but this man was just so...So…frustrating to deal with! He just made me want to swear at the heavens for cursing me with being stuck with him! Why couldn't they just choose the other master candidate instead? Even if he was useless compared to Jaune he'd at least not annoy me to no end. And so in the end I couldn't stop myself when he dared asked for something I could never give away. I'd sooner give away my virginity than my sacred angel cakes…

''Say Olga, mind sharing one of those cakes with me?''

This fucking guy…

''Fou!''

-=/\/\/\/\=-

''Awake I see...'' A male voice spoke causing my red eye to open to see a man in armour sitting before me, he didn't look like anything special, bland features, pale skin, scrawny, long black hair, but he was powerful, leagues above any huntsman ever could be. He shifted slightly straightening himself up to look at me.

''Who are you?'' I ask, my voice was weak, fragile like glass.

''My name is not important to you, demon.'' The male replies with a sharp tone, easily overpowering my voice like a bonfire did a candle.

''But it is...You are here like me…trapped in his soul...'' I breath out. My eye single flashing with anger when the man simply huffed in amusement, how dare me...I am a god...a being far above him...he dare laugh at me?!

''I am here of my own accord, unlike you demon I wish to be here, to serve my master.'' The man replies as he stands. ''Now if you'll excuse me I have much to do to clean my master's soul of your filth.''

''No...I have spent years...no, no, no, NO!'' He couldn't. I've spent years slowly tainting his soul to free myself, I would not allow another mortal to ruin my plans! Not again! I attacked, sending out tendrils of mud to grab the man and stop him.

''Your attack is useless.'' The man says calmly, brining up his sword and deflecting the dark tendrils that lashed out at him with ease, cutting through each in the single strike causing me to screech in pain as part of me was lost. ''To save us both trouble I suggest you remain silent while I purge you. I'd prefer to keep the annoyance for my master as minute as possible.''

''Curse you...One day I'll be free...and when I am...I'll claim this world as my own...for my name is Salem...the god witch!'' I screech, watching the armoured figure walk away, uncaring of me as he moved to slowly destroy what little of me latched to his soul.

One day I would be free and on that day I would become what I was made to be, I would claim what was rightfully mine and then I would rule over this world as I did the last...

I would once again be a god...

I want to clear something up quickly! Someone mentioned that I made a mistake when it came to Hercules Noble phantasm. I first said he only had nine lives even though he has twelve. (A fuck up on my part, mixed It up his other Noble Phantasm) But rather than fix it I've decided to roll with it.

Why you may ask? Because I've decided to alter some things about corrupted servants in singularity F. I've made them weaker. I did it because I thought it'd make sense since the corrupted servants were already defeated and then resurrected, so I decided to twist it about by dropping some stats on the servants that were brought back by the corrupted grail since they're sort of imitations of the originals. Plus it helps with the whole part about Caster already managing to kill two servants alone despite being considered the weakest servant in the war due to his class. (FTW you just wanna be a Lancer but you become a Caster instead.)

Also Fuck yeah! Just rolled Shuten-Douji while taking a small breather from writing. Woo my first five star servant. But damn, 22 bones for second ascension tho. :MonkaS: This events been fun but due to me being a plebeian with no super strong single target NP servants I've been stuck using a friends to deal all that damage, I've managed to clock in 150 million damage all together and managed to snatch 2 crystallized lore's from the event, so worth. Also 758/126AP because of all the levels ahahha. I play Fate/go way to much, already level 101 and I've only played for like 3 weeks...Is that normal?

I'll be posting Jaune's stats at the end of the next chapter for those of you who are curious about how strong he is right now.

Also rip loli tag, will forever be remembered as jail-bait.

Feel free to add me: 328,552,970. Ze name is Progenitor (I need more friends to leech- I mean..to fill up my empty friends list. I only got 3 friends out of 51 q.q)