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Chapter 7: Saber(?) vs Lancer
"All or nothing, is it? That's brave of you."
Saber, the King of Knights, was feeling nervous. Her opponent, whoever he was, was certainly fit to have been summoned as Lancer. He was fast, had good reflexes, and when it comes to overall combat skills, the two of them were evenly matched. Unfortunately, as of present, the scales were starting to tip against her, due to the fact that her opponent had revealed his Noble Phantasm, one which has proven to be a thorn on her side, literally.
So far, she had not yet guessed the identity of her enemy, but whoever he was, he was definitely something. His spear, whatever the name of the Noble Phantasm was, one of two which he was wielding, has the ability to cut through prana, and since Saber's armour was made of prana, the spear naturally pierced through it with ease, almost as if there was nothing there to begin with. Thus, she received a wound on her side, and while it was neither fatal nor would it decrease her abilities in battle, it was certainly disconcerting.
To make matters worse, the weapon, as she noticed, did not need to have its name called out to activate this particular ability, meaning that not only did Saber not yet know the identity of her opponent, she probably had not yet seen the spear's full capabilities.
And if that was not enough, her enemy, who was currently wearing a smug smirk on his face, already knew of his identity, having had a momentary glimpse of her sword when it clashed with his spear.
Yes, the situation certainly was not good.
And yet, despite this fact, Saber must admit that while she was nervous, she was also feeling happy and excited.
Due to certain circumstances that was beyond her control, Saber had somehow ended up being summoned to a Master which she was not compatible with. No, that was not the real reason. In fact, if Saber were to guess, she and her Master would have been able to get along. After all, even though she was a knight, who likes to face opponents head-on, she too, was a King, and while she disapproved of such means, she was actually being a hypocrite, and she did utilize underhanded tactics in the past that were very similar to how an assassin operates.
The only time she followed the code of knights fully, while she will never admit it, was during her personal battles and duels, but in war… well, all is fair in love and war. As for the Holy Grail War though, how she will act will depend on the enemy she faces, but if she had a choice, she liked duels more than she did skirmishes, and the fight she was having with Lancer was most certainly a duel.
Being summoned by the Magus Killer, who was certainly a competent and able Master, was not such a bad deal, despite their contradictory mindsets (when she applies hypocrisy)… if not for the fact that her Master's wife was also a Master, and thus forced her to ally with Assassin.
Namikaze Minato, aka Servant Assassin. After all the tricks he pulled on her and the humiliation she had to endure, Saber found it difficult to tolerate the presence of the Servant of Stealth. In fact, her tension and loathing for said Servant had built up so much that if she so as much got a glimpse of him Arturia was sure that she would strike down Assassin in an instant.
Thanks to Lancer, however, she managed to release a large amount of stress, and she could not help but feel grateful.
Her mind was no longer clouded in anger, and thus, she was once again able to think clearly, proven by the fact that she could actually think that she was actually thinking clearly... conveniently forgetting that she had a companion who was acting as her Master, and that she had run away from her in her direct violation of orders. She did not even notice the fact that her acting Master was no longer around.
The King of Knights knew that there was no other way for her to defeat the Servant of the Spear, but to charge him head-on with everything she's got. Knowing that her armour was pretty much useless against his spear, Saber decided to dispel it. However, she did not remove her armour simply because it was useless to the opponent she was facing.
Firstly, the armour was made of prana, and maintaining it was having a strain on Saber if ever so slightly. But more importantly, despite being made of prana, the armour was as heavy as solid steel, and thus, without it, the King of Knight's agility would increase.
And if she used her prana burst ability, she would be able reach speeds that even Lancer, the class who prided itself in speed and agility, would not be fast enough to dodge.
"Here I come!"
A loud bang roars in the atmosphere. The golden sword that was invisible until then turned over the darkness of the night with its brilliance.
The Invisible Air that compresses the air and refracts light in an illusion can be used in another way. The instant the bounded field is released it can blow the opponent with a single long distance strike with a gale made out of the super high pressure of the condensed air.
And this was the application of Saber's plan. The point of holding the sword backward in a wide stance was for that- to accelerate the air strike even more.
Released from the golden sword, a jet of air comes out from behind Saber. By releasing her armor to increase her prana burst further, her body changes into a supersonic bullet.
Saber's speed has increased to three times higher than normal. It's already too late for an ambush attack or an evasion the instant she steps forward. Not even the Servant of the Spear would be able to compete with her in swiftness at this point. Even if Lancer's spear can deal a serious wound to Saber, he will receive a lethal strike the same instant.
With an extremely focused mind, the flow of time, even shorter than an instant, stretches and grows slower.
And yet, it was this level of focus on her opponent and the strategy she planned to use that caused Arturia to fail to notice that something was amiss. One moment that was less than a second, she was charging, like a tempest wind, towards the Servant of the Spear.
The next moment…
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She found herself facing a wall. Due to her momentum, even though she was still two meters from it when she noticed, she still ended up crashing headfirst into it. Any normal human would have been killed instantly by the impact.
Luckily for the King of Knights, she was a Servant, a Heroic Spirit, far from a normal human, and thus injuries, save for decapitation and something similar, that would normally be fatal would not kill her.
"What in the world..." muttered the dazed Arturia, as she rubbed her forehead which was feeling really sore. Due to having a thick skull, the King of Knights only suffered cuts to the skin of her head... though even if she was just a normal human without the boosts given by her fame or her status as a Heroic Spirit, the result would have probably been the same.
Did Kiritsugu summon me with his Command Seals? No he didn't, and I did not feel any prana or order coming from him... yet somehow this energy feels familiar. Hmmm... Could this be an ability of Lancer's Noble Phantasm? Did he realize that I was faster than him during that clash so he used this trick? These were the thoughts that were currently going through the mind of the King of Knights, immediately keeping her guard up, Excalibur in the ready just in case.
Just as she was wondering what to do next, or from which direction the next attack would come from... something caught her attention.
"It can't be," Saber muttered in disbelief, as she lowered her sword, feeling a mixture of joy, sadness and nostalgia at the sight that greeted her eyes.
For in front of her, was a golden object, glowing brightly despite the darkness of the room, made of gold and decorated with blue enamel that seems more like a treasure to show dignity and nobility like a crown or staff than a weapon.
"Avalon," whispered the King of Knights, forgetting everything else for a moment, a single tear falling from one of her eyes, holding the legendary scabbard that sheaths Excalibur in her arms like a long lost friend, before placing her sword back into it, which glowed a golden bright colour as if the sword too, missed the sheath which originally housed it.
The King of Knights, in all honesty, did not know how her legendary sheath came to be in the middle of the department store among stuffed animals, but to her, it is of little importance. All she knew, is that she now had Avalon back, and to Arturia, it was all that mattered. And now that her sheath was returned to her, she would now be able to fight at full power, at the level she was in before her ultimate protection was stolen from her. With Avalon, her chance of winning the Holy Grail War has just increased.
"Wow, she looks so happy to have her sheath back... How naive..."
Unknown to the King of Knights, as she rushed out of the building, two figures were watching her from a safe distance.
"Il- I mean Moka, do you really think it's a good idea to return the real one to her?" A man with tanned skin and silver hair inquired. "I mean, we could've just produced a perfectly passable Projected copy that would last at least a week to keep her happy."
"Actually, no, Onii- I mean 'Son of Sparda,'" the albino girl admitted. "However, it was 'Minato' who wanted to give it to her, and she... I mean he, is well within his rights to do so. It belongs to him after all. Like you said, we can easily Project it if ever we are injured and besides, taking 'that' into account, it's not like we're going to get any older."
"Point taken," the man in a red trench coat accepted, remembering a particular liquid they drank two months ago which they originally thought was just ordinary soda but turned out to be something else... a drink which could be called the Elixir of Youth, which ironically was produced without any use of magic at all and was simply a composition of the right elements, a gift from an American scientist whose life they saved from a Dead Apostle during a mission... not that 'Moka,' being what she was, needed it anyway. "So, what do we do now, heiress of the Akashiya clan?"
"We're going hunting," the girl replied, a malicious smirk appearing on her lips, which made the man who was carrying a gun on each hand shiver slightly. "We do owe the priest after all. And besides, much as I hate to admit it, even though they are weak, those shinobi wannabes can be a real pain..."
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Meanwhile, while 'Moka' and 'The Son of Sparda' were scouring the city and Saber was heading for the harbour area to continue her duel with Lancer, that particular Heroic Spirit, the Servant of the Spear, was currently having a hard time, though that did not mean he was not enjoying himself at the same time. He was a warrior after all, one who loves the thrill of battle.
Admittedly, the Servant of the Lance, was surprised at the turn of events. Having calculated his enemy's speed, he knew that even with his speed and reflexes, he would not have been able to dodge a charge like that in time. Thus, he decided to go for the next best option and went for a counter-attack.
Having managed to bluff Saber into thinking that his red spear, Gae Dearg, the Crimson Rose of Exorcism (not that Saber knew its name), is his only Noble Phantasm, he succeeded in having the female Servant of the Sword focus her attention on it and thus, overlooked the fact that he had another spear, thinking that it was not a threat... which would have been a mistake on Saber's part. Gae Buidhe, the Yellow Rose of Mortality, was a cursed spear which inflict wounds that would never heal, lie in wait on the ground in front of Lancer, to be used against the foe who made a grave miscalculation...
Or so Lancer thought...
Just as he kicked the Yellow Spear of Mortality at his opponent with deadly accuracy, said opponent suddenly vanished into thin air, before appearing again... right behind Lancer.
"Nice move you've got there," The Servant of the Lance stated, as a trickle of blood flowed from the slight cut on his neck. "I'm surprised though. I never would have pegged you as the type to stab someone in the back." If it wasn't for Lancer's quick reflexes, his head would have been chopped off by that last assault.
"If it's what it takes to win," the 'Servant of the Sword' replied with a shrug. "Besides, you're one to talk. Pulling a cheap trick like that with your other spear all of a sudden. Then again, as someone who would stab an ally in the back by stealing his bride, I suppose that should have been expected."
"I was placed under a geass, "the Servant of the Lance retorted, feeling irritated at the King of Knight's comment. He was slightly surprised at his opponent's slight change in attitude but decided to ignore it as it was hardly of any relevance. After all, all warriors tend to adjust depending on the situation. "I had no choice but to obey."
"But you're the one who cast a spell on her first," Saber pointed out. "If it wasn't for my magic resistance, I'd be falling head over heels for you by now."
"It's not like I can control it," the normally cool-headed Lancer said bitterly, a mixture of anger, sadness and regret lacing his voice. "Even hiding my face from view does little to help."
As if noticing this, the mocking look which the Servant of the Sword had softened.
"I apologize," said Saber, guilt evident in her voice. "I should not have brought up such a sensitive issue, The First Knight of Fianna, Diarmuid of the Love Spot. Your natural talent at wooing women was more of a curse than a blessing, wasn't it?"
"It's fine," the Servant of the Spear replied, as he shifted his position to ready himself for battle. "Though I hope your show your apology by fighting me with everything you've got, King of Knights. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Arthur is not your real name, is it?"
"It's Arturia actually," the King of Knights replied, as she too, went into a fighting stance, her sword once again invisible... not that it would work, since Lancer, having caught the glimpse of it, already knew how long it is. "Allow me to show you the sincerity of my words."
As she said these words, the Knight of Fianna could not help but smirk. In front of him was an enemy who was worth doing battle with, one who has just proven that his... no her, renown as a swordswoman was not merely a legend written by historians.
"Prepare yourself Lancer, or you will die."
?!
Suddenly, an intense chill could be felt in the air, and Lancer found himself responding to the voice. Being an experienced warrior, he was good enough to know whether or not an enemy was bluffing or not most of the time, and according to his instinct, the King of Knights was without a doubt telling the truth.
No openings in her defence, the Servant of the Spear cursed in his thoughts, deciding to forego his idea for a pre-emptive strike. Whatever it is she's planning I better brace myself.
Lancer watched as the King of Knights, who originally only banished her armour, also removed the metallic boots she was wearing, and was now standing barefoot.
She's probably going to rely on her speed, thought the Knight of Fianna, a lot of possibilities being processed in his mind in an instant, though one in particular held more credit than others, having remembered that particular trick she used that allowed her to move behind him.
Was it teleportation, or was it simply speed? Lancer was not sure. However, if there was one thing he was certain of, is that he should not let his guard down.
?
The King of Knights was now starting to walk casually towards him in an almost care-free like manner, but Lancer was not deceived.
I wonder...Is she going to use that move again? Or is she going to use her Noble Phantasm? Regardless, I better not let my guard down.
Gritting his teeth, the Servant of the Spear tensed as his opponent continued walking towards him, her right hand on her sword, while her other hand to take off her dress...
Wait...
?!
"What do you think you're doing, Saber?" the Servant of the Lance inquired. His voice was still calm, yet his actions gave him away. The fact that he jumped backward a few meters and was now averting his gaze from his opponent (which currently had a slight tinge of red) showed just how affected he really was.
"Removing my armour to increase my mobility was not enough for me to break through your reflexes" the King of Knights said monotonously, and she continued to undress, her moderately sized chest now exposed, with nothing but a bra on them. "I have no choice but to remove everything else."
Lancer stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what he should do. On one note, he had seen a woman's body a number of times in the past for his prowess in battle to remain unaffected. However, as a knight, he knew it was wrong to stare at naked woman, even if it was the enemy. At least, that was the statement that he tried to convince himself with. He hardly noticed that a trickle of blood was beginning to fall from his nose.
"If you're trying to seduce me-" the Knight of Fianna began, trying to hide his panic, but the King of Knights cut him off.
"Seduce you? I am a warrior before I am a woman Lancer," the girl Arturia told him, sounding offended. "Something like this is not an issue for me, and since you're a warrior as well, neither should you let it bother you. However, if you believe that striking down a naked woman who is only one in body but not in spirit..."
?!
Suddenly, the Knight of Fianna, feeling a sudden wave of killing intent, realized his grave blunder and, forgetting that he could fight even with his eyes closed, turned his head back to face his opponent...
"Mmmpf?!"
Only for it to be met by a pair of soft white mounds, which were covered only by a semi-transparent bra.
"... that's no longer my problem," the King of Knights stated.
His reasoning muddled by the sudden and unexpected assault with the use of a different kind of weapon, Lancer's will to fight was gone, having no choice but to use all his willpower against his primal urges. And only one particular line of thought registered properly in his mind.
I need to get out of here! The Knight of Fiana screamed in his thoughts.
In his panicked state, the Servant of the Lance managed to move faster than he had all throughout their duel, managing to jump backward in the blink of an eye away from the tempt... dangerous enemy.
"Where do you think you're going Diarmuid-kun?"
What in the world?!
The Servant of the Spear was confused. He did not know how it happened, but now, in front of him stood twelve Sabers.
Is this one of her abilities? Some sort of illusion?
Fortunately though, unlike the Saber in front of him, the other eleven, with the exception of armour, were not in a state of undress. That, however, did not change the disadvantageous situation he was in.
Lancer was not sure if the other Sabers were real or not, but from the looks of things, they were probably just illusions. After all, he did get a feel of the real one's brea... skin. But then, it was also possible that in his distracted state, the real Saber may have mingled with one of the copies, and that the one standing in nothing but bra and panties was also just a fake now.
This must be how she managed to get behind me without me noticing, thought Diarmuid to himself, as he recalled the failed attempt at backstabbing him which, had his reflexes been any slower, would have ended in his decapitation.
Realizing the mortal peril he was in, Lancer, who saw an opening to his left, decided to flee in that direction.
?!
Instead of running to his left, however, Lancer, whose instincts as a warrior were kicking in, turned around instead and...
Clang...
... barely avoided getting cut from his right, blocking the strike with his spears.
"Impressive reflexes," the Servant of the Sword, the real one by the looks of it, since she was wearing nothing but her underwear, commented.
"Using the same trick twice won't work on me," said Lancer with a bit smugness. He may not have any idea how exactly this particular skill the King of Knights (which the Knight of Fianna suspected was taught to her by Merlin) was using worked, but he could already see a pattern.
Apparently, Saber, realizing that the two of them were almost evenly matched in melee combat, was using a different strategy to take him out, distracting him through various means then striking when he least expects it. In a way, the method the King of Knights was employing was similar to the methods used by an assassin or an Assassin class Servant.
Then again, it's not like Diarmuid, despite following the code, had not used such methods before as well.
However, that did not mean that he was happy about it.
"How disappointing. I thought you said you were going to fight me with everything you've got," the Knight of Fianna stated. "And yet all you're doing is playing around. Why don't you fight me seriously?"
"On the contrary, I am fighting you seriously, Lancer," the King of Knights replied in monotone. "You're surrounded by my clones. In other words, you've already fallen for my trap."
"Trap?" The Servant of the Spear inquired, his voice carrying a bit of smugness. Instead of blocking the attacks from the Saber clones, Lancer simply stood there and let the clones stab him with their Invisible Air... and as he expected, the strikes did him no harm.
The moment that he blocked Saber's sword with his spears when she attacked him from behind, the force of the collision knocked Lancer backwards, though it should not have been enough to knock him back as far as it did...
For in reality, Lancer actually jumped backwards to increase the distance... and he used that particular instant to test his theory. At the time he was pretending to have been knocked out by the force, he used his red spear, the Crimson Rose of Exorcism, to test if the copies were made of prana... which they were. The moment it touched the copy, the copy vanished immediately. And at the exact same moment, he used his shorter spear, the Yellow Rose of Mortality to attack one... and while the copy of Saber did not disappear, Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm did not hit anything solid.
"These copies of you are nothing but illusions," declared Diarmuid, his voice carrying a mixture of smugness and amusement.
Instead of frowning, however, as Lancer expected Saber to do, the Servant of the Sword actually smiled.
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"True, my copies are nothing but illusions," the King of Knights declared, as her ten clones moved towards her. "However... it is precisely by these illusions that you will fall."
"Really?" Diarmuid replied sceptically. The smile on his face was still there, but in truth, he was actually nervous on the inside. Still...
She seems confident, thought the Knight of Fianna to himself. But... this is probably just a ruse to get my guard down.
The clones charged, but Lancer knew that they were nothing to worry about, and thus he also charged. All he had to do was focus his attention on the real Saber and he could ignore the rest.
Or so he thought...
"Harem no jutsu!" The copies shouted in unison.
"Wha..."
For a moment which lasted less than a second, Lancer was frozen, his brain unable to comprehend what was happening. Then...
Lancer fell to the ground unconscious with his head facing the sky, his eyes completely white, and was suffering from a massive nosebleed.
For in front of him, the ten illusions of the King of Knights, that were wearing clothes just a second ago... were no longer wearing anything, each one in their own seductive pose.
And as a result from the strain caused by the unexpected sight, the brain of the Heroic Spirit of the Spear. which could not take any more, ceased to function.
"As expected ...all men are perverts," sighed Saber, shaking her head in disappointment, still wearing nothing but her underwear as she dispelled her illusions, while approaching the fallen knight with a zigzag shaped dagger in her hands.
Thus, Servant Lancer, whose real name is Diarmuid of the Love Spot, the Knight of Fianna, became the second Servant to fall in the Fourth Heaven's Feel...
Or at least, he should have been...
"Come, Lancer!" A voice, which undoubtedly belonged to the Servant's Master, who, despite sporting a massive nose bleed of his own, was still miraculously conscious, echoed in the harbour.
?!
Just as Saber was about to bring her blade down, a bright light engulfed the Knight of Fianna, and in the next moment...
He was gone...
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Servant Assassin... or rather, Servants Assassin, were secretly grumbling inwardly about their predicament. Due to the effect of their Zabaniya, Servant Assassin, whose true identity is Hassan Sabah, was able to split himself or herself (since while the first Hassan was really male, no one knew of the true gender of the succeeding ones) into several different people, young and old, woman and children, and though all of them have the same purple hair, each one of them is an independent being all their own.
And yet, despite being different people, they all shared the same unhappy sentiment when it comes to their situation.
At the beginning of the War, they already understood that they were summoned by Kotomine Kirei, a Master who was the subordinate of Tohsaka Tokiomi, another Master... in other words, the Assassins were, in the literal terms of the word, Servants of a Servant. As a consequence, they are actually following the orders, not of their Master, but of their Master's Master, one of which, a show to make it seem like Assassin has been eliminated, forced them to sacrifice one of their own... a ploy which turned out to be useless.
Not long after the 'show' commenced, Archer, who is supposed to be the most powerful Servant in the War, had fallen, and no one, not even the Assassins, knew how it could have happened. They were careful warriors after all, who will not charge in immediately to any location without securing their own safety... and to sense a Heroic Spirit, which, based from his aura, they knew was potentially much stronger than them, to die, they knew better than to enter said territory to take a peek. Thus, Tohsaka Tokiomi decided to withdraw from the War and leave everything in his apprentice's hand. However, that did not make the Assassins' situation any better.
Unfortunately for them, their Master, Kirei, did not have any interest in the Holy Grail, and since he was just a subordinate, even if they win, the Assassins knew that they will never get their hands on the Holy Grail, since their own Master was likely to give it to his Master. With their A+ Presence Concealment, the Assassins were able to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, hiding their presence from their own Master, and they realized what was going to happen. They, Assassin, should they be the last ones standing, would be sacrificed to the Grail, without allowing them to grant any wish, so that Tohsaka Tokiomi could attain his pathetic objective of reaching the Root.
Thus, the Servants of Stealth unanimously agreed on the hijacking of the Grail when the time comes that they were the only ones left standing. Once they were the only Servants remaining, they would kill Kirei and Tokiomi then make their wish. After all, they were the ones who plotted on betraying them first, and thus, the Assassins could not be blamed for their decision. Assassin, after all, could continue to exist for more than a day without their Master, enough time for them to make a wish.
"Fufufu..."
Right now though, they had more immediately problems to take care of.
As a side-effect of the Servant of Stealth's Noble Phantasm, aside from having to share the power between them, each individual Assassin does not share any connection with the others, mental or otherwise. When one of them dies, the total amount of energy is not lost. However, that particular energy will only be useful on the condition that there was only one Assassin remaining. If there are still two of them left, then the two will not have any boost in power.
However, if only one remained, then that particular Assassin will be at his or her full potential, but even then, he or she will only receive the energy and special talents of the others that was divided between them. He or she, unfortunately, will not have access to his or her other selve's recent experiences and memories.
Each Assassin, in truth, had their own unique quirks and personalities. Each of them, however, as expected, share the same trait and discipline of a stealth fighter.
"There are eight targets. Throat, spinal column, lungs, liver, jugular, subclavian artery, kidney, heart... so many choices... Fufufu... What vital, vulnerable place shall I choose?" A female voice whispered seductively and maliciously through a thick layer of mist that appeared out of nowhere.
Which was why, for each of them, it was a heavy blow to their pride. They, who prided themselves as masters of the art of stealth, were being beaten at their own game. And yet, it was a fact they could not deny.
In truth, none of the Assassins were aware of what was happening to their other selves. However, since they patrolled Fuyuki in groups of three, they were most certainly aware of what was happening to their teammates.
"Aaaargh!"
Ignoring the screams of her companions, the lone Servant who was fortunate enough to escape, moved swiftly and silently through the night to Kotomine Church in order to inform her Master of the recent development. It was rather unfortunate, but their Master could only form a mental connection with them one at a time, and only he could initiate it.
Thus, she had no choice but to go to his Master and deliver the report in person.
And as she was heading to the church, this particular Assassin had no idea that there was another Assassin heading for their Master to deliver his report, although the information her fellow Servant had, was not about a silver-haired female with glowing red eyes, but about a tanned man wearing a red trench coat, shouting the word Jackpot as he shot down the Servant's two companions.
And the Assassins were also unaware of the extent of the damage the two unknown assailants caused... that forty of their number...
Had already been taken down...
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To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Alright another chapter out. First off, here is a summative list of the seven Servants in the Fourth Heaven's Feel.
Servant Class: Saber
True Name: Arturia Pendragon, the King of Knights.
Status: Alive
Servant Class: Archer
True Name: Gilgamesh
Status: Deceased
Servant Class: Lancer
True Name: Diarmuid of the Love Spot
Status: Alive
Servant Class: Rider
True Name: Iskander/Alexander the Great, the King of Conquerors
Status: Alive
Servant Class: Assassin
True Name: Hassan-i Sabbah, The Old Man of the Mountain
Status: Alive
Servant Class: Berserker
True Name: Lancelot, The Black Knight of the Lake
Status: Alive
Servant Class: Assassin
True Name: Arturia Pendragon, the former King of Knights, currently using the name Namikaze Minato, the Yellow Flash
Status: Alive
Now, to be honest, I did not think I would be able to update this so soon, seeing as I thought I ran out of ideas for this and I'm busy with school and work, but then I was struck with a sudden bit of inspiration, and since it would have been a waste if I did not write it down, I decided to start with this chapter, and thus this is the result. I hope you find it good enough.
Now, I'm sure most of you already know, but just for information's sake, I will mention this here.
Moka, as I think you already know, refer to the Moka in Rosario Vampire, and I think it's obvious who is pretending to be her.
As for the Son of Sparda, well, even if his skin colour is different, the one pretending to be him somehow fits the role. As to those who are asking what his outfit is like, it's the same one in the animated version of Devil May Cry.
Also, I think you already guessed, based from the title, that 'Saber' is Arturia but not Saber, and Lancer hardly noticed the switch. And as for Lancer's defeat, even in canon or a completely serious story it is possible for such a strategy to work, seeing as it is something unexpected... and it could certainly shock the heck out of overtly chivalrous or serious people.
Like I said before, I am actually kind of running out of ideas for this fic, so any suggestions would be highly appreciated. This is meant to be a half-serious fic, though I think I ended up making the non-serious half more prominent.
By the way, I am still in the process of finalizing the character stats for Ilya and Shirou (there will be changes), and it will be out when it is done.
Well, anyway, that's all for now folks.
And like always, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter...
Later then, people...