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Chương 10: Lancer vs Archer

Night once more fell on the city of Fuyuki, coating the regions not illuminated by artificial lighting in a blanket of darkness.

Many of it's denizens, tired from their busy schedules, drifted off to sleep while others only now woke up, intent on enjoying themselves during the night regardless of the consequences such a lifestyle would bring somewhere down the line.

Rin Tohsaka, accompanied by her still unnamed Archer servant, walked through the grounds of Homurahara Academy, the local school with a strangely large emphasis on the Archery Club, "We need to do something about this." She muttered, both hands behind her back. Some sort of ritual was going to take place here and she had more than a few guesses regarding it's nature.

With that in mind, the young magus wanted to explore the buildings for what was sustaining it ONLY, it seemed Fate had not deemed that she realise her intentions.

Rin couldn't help but let out a startled shriek when her still invisible servant grabbed her by the shoulders and jumped away just in time to avoid a dark jagged spear crashing where she'd been a moment ago.

"Was it a trap?" She connected the dots instantly, forgetting her embarrassment in favour of a more pragmatic train of thought. It certainly did make sense for a Master to use such a ritual to lure out the more compassionate of his or her foes but, "Am I being underestimated here?" For that the Master would have to be pretty, or rather, TOO confident in the abilities of their servant.

"I did not make this, nor did my Master. I would rather not assault children to feel myself powerful."

"So it's you." Archer materialised in front of Rin, holding black and white short curved swords in both idly hanging hands. He stared at the dark armoured knight with a small smile, better described as a sneer, on his face. The fact that the opponent was only walking over with slow, powerful steps left Archer free to analyse the weapon lodged between them.

He didn't waste the opportunity and ignoring the clanking of metal greaves against cold hard ground, Archer traced the noble phantasm, instantly recording and completely analysing it before replicating it perfectly, down it's last particle. Of course that also meant inheriting it's history and in doing so, proficiency in the weapon equal to the knight he faced.

That was his strongest weapon, perfect replication of the weapons of those he faced.

And so, with his newfound knowledge, Archer sought to feign the upper hand, "This is unexpected. To think a kn-"

Only to be thrown for a loop when the knight placed a hand over his chest and bowed ever so slightly, "One of the knights belonging to King Arthur's Round Table, I am begrudgingly the one titled, Knight of Atrocity, Aston." He grabbed onto his spear, ripping it from the ground before pointing it at Archer, "What pray tell, drove you to believe I would not attempt to finish a fight you started?"

Before engaging in a proper fight with a figure of legend, Aston thought it par for the course as a knight to name himself, as he'd always done when faced with an opponent. After spending a day relaxing, he'd scoured the city for his attacker and unsurprisingly, found him in a matter of moments.

"Hm." Archer grunted in acknowledgement before gripping his weapons, Kanshou and Byakuya, "I would share my name, if only I remembered it."

"Ah no worries.." Aston waved his hand slightly, "It is not too rare an occurrence that I meet someone.." He hummed for a moment, lodging his spear in the earth once again and putting his hand to his chin, "Challenged?" As for giving away his name, that wasn't too big a problem seeing as not many even knew what his abilities were.

Rin could only stay silent and watch on in apprehension as the two servants exchanged poorly veiled jabs with one another.

She had a much bigger problem to deal with after all.

A knight from the Round Table? Why'd he give away his identity!? Wasn't that counterproductive in a battle between servants?! What had he even done to earn a title like the one he had?!

Her own questions were drowned out by her servant speaking through their mental link, "We need to retreat." Archer suggested shamelessly, "You are staring at a man who single-handedly faced an army over a hundred thousand strong.."

Hadn't plenty of figures do-

"And won."

Oh..

Rin bit her lower lip in frustration, she was expected to beat something like this? Well damn it then, she'd do it! Somehow. Stomping her foot on the ground, the young girl turned to leave only to notice a magenta haired woman in a maroon business suit calmly walking towards her, a stiff air about her stoic figure.

Archer didn't get enough time to warn his Master of the impending threat as Aston had already shot at him, ripping open the earth under his feet from sheer speed, holding his spear up less like a spear and more like a long mace which he then smashed right down, tearing open the earth from raw strength when Archer stepped to the side and leapt back, avoiding a possibly fatal injury.

Leaping away didn't amount to much however when the Lancer shot for him once more, spear aimed right for his chest. This time Archer was forced to employ the two swords in his hands, barely managing to deflect the blow through instinct as he felt his hands shake under the strength packed in Aston's thrust.

Aston realised instantly that he outclassed his opponent in both strength and speed, "Quite the conundrum we're in, this is much like kicking a bear in it's rear and thinking it was a good idea." He thrust his jagged spear forward, shattering the swords Archer had put up to block his attack and piercing through the servant's shoulder, "It isn't by the way. As an experiment, I once managed to convince Lancelot it was."

"You talk too much." Archer smirked at Aston, slamming his leg into the knight's guts only to realise it did next to nothing to the man.

"I do believe in getting along after all, something tells me you've not had too many real companions." The lancer smiled under his helmet, grabbing onto Archer's jaw with the hand always hidden under his cloak and throwing him to the open grounds. He then used the school building as a platform to leap into the air and turn about to enhance his moment before throwing his spear at the servant lying in a crater of his making.

It broke through the sound barrier the moment it left his hands and would have blown a hole through Archer's guts had he not resummoned his blades and thrown them to steer it off it's course. He then jumped to his feet and leapt at Aston, understanding that if he didn't take the fight seriously, he would be toyed with.

Swing both swords diagonally in a singular cleaving motion proved to be the wrong move when Aston jammed the rear end of his spear into Archer's elbows and smashed his own into his chin.

"I can't follow them." Rin whispered in awe, eyes slightly wide. The two battling servants were moving far faster than her eyes could follow, their clashes only noticeable because of the sparks produced when their weapons met one another and the destruction they left all across the grounds.

Craters, cracks, even massive tears.

"That is something to be expected." The other Master, who Rin found had no interest in fighting her, agreed with her thoughts while at the same time, admonishing her professionally, "Servants are meant to be far more powerful than anything we can possibly manage."

As the rules stated, Grail Wars were to be fought between servants and the Masters were not to intentionally harm one another. Bazett, as a Clock Tower Enforcer, refused to break these rules to gain the upper hand underhandedly.

That and it would irk her servant to no end, her servant who was a knight from the era of swords and spears meaning he highly valued chivalry.

"This is pretty good swordsmanship for an Archer!"

Aston let go of his spear just as Archer swung his swords and grabbed him by both hands before pulling back his head and smashing it into his opponent's, cracking his metal helmet from the sheer force transmitted between them.

Forced into taking on a direct blow, it was only natural that Archer was sent crashing into the academy's walls, blowing through them and landing a small distance away. Aston used this moment to crack his neck before lowering himself ever so slightly,

"How about this then?"

He vanished from his position, appearing right over his foe and attempting to impale him through the chest. He failed however when a volley of arrows came raining down from the sky, this only served to make him smirk and stand up straight as the projectiles phased right through his body.

"How fast even are you?" Archer found himself actually surprised as he retreated back towards the Academy grounds, firing off arrow after arrow at the knight.

"No idea." Aston appeared right over him, driving the butt of his spear into his stomach with nothing other than a gentle smile on his face. Archer was thrown to the ground once more, his weapons shattered under the Lancer's superior strength, "But this turned out to be quite the disappointment." He nodded, falling through the air.

"My Master, I do believe these folk are no-"

In the moment Aston appeared next to his Master to discuss the situation, Archer grabbed onto Rin and shot into the distance, employing the uttermost of his supernatural speed to put distance between him and the servant.

"Ah, he ran away." The Lancer assumed a more relaxed posture, putting away his spear and smiling at his Master, "Need we give chase?" As a knight, he had a few things to say about attacking a retreating opponent, one he knew he could overtake.

"No, we have more pressing matters to attend to." Bazett mechanically fixed her gloves and looked in a certain direction, "It appears there was a civilian observing your exchange." They had to deal with that first and foremost, keeping the magical world a secret held precedence over a battle that couldn't barely even be called one,

"Why did you let them run away?" She asked anyway.

"For one, I refuse to attack an unarmed child." Aston held up a finger, "And, I felt the Archer holding back some sort of weapon." He smiled gently when Bazett tilted her head in confusion, "My Master, I am a knight. Attacking a weakened retreating opponent is only something a cowardly cur feigning intelligence would do."

"You know I-"

"But do not misunderstand, I do not say this unknowing of the fact that you would have done it."

"I wouldn't have!"

Aston hoped to face the unnamed Archer at his best, win the proper way. He was certain to have something interesting hidden up his sleeve seeing as he'd lost track of how many weapons he'd shattered only for the man to pull out another.

* * *

This is a question more centred on my own writing, are the characters portrayed well?

* * *

So I took the most comprehensive advice one of you guys gave me for the matter cause I really don't wanna stop writing and made a patreon...

Doesn't sit right with me to be honest.

Ugh, anyway, I named it Bleap, the link is patre0n.com/Bleap and it's supposed to have more than 7 advanced chapters ahead at all times.

It should be filled up in 2 to 3 days but if you're very impatient, you can go ahead and join right now.

Now, I'll be heading to bed seeing as it's almost midnight.


Chương 11: My King?

Rin Tohsaka bit her nails, ignoring the fact that her servant was holding her in one arm and leaping from building to building to navigate back to her mansion, "That was a servant?" Her tone carried clear disbelief, of course it did, she'd faced something that was abnormal even in it's absurdity, with parameters and skills only few servants could ever hope to actually contend with.

"This is why I wanted us to retreat right from the start." Archer shared his thoughts, ignoring the pain all over his body. He did NOT initially recognise that servant, he was an irregularity in the timeline itself. He would know, he'd been through this exact same scenario before minus the Knight of Atrocity summoned in the Lancer Class, "But well," He paused for a moment, "I suppose he wouldn't have let us run either way."

Or maybe he would have, knights and their chivalry and all that. It was the only thing that let Archer rest easy, knowing that the Lancer wouldn't give chase.

"Are all knights from the round table like that?" What monsters, then again, they were legendary for a reason and this was understandable if the tale of King Arthur was anything to go by.

"No, that's most likely not the case." Archer disagreed, shaking his head as he looked around for where to go next, "The Knight of Atrocity, I know of him." Of course he did, how could he not when the man was constantly mentioned by King Arthur HIMself? He'd been through this before after all.

"Among the strongest of the knights, Aston is possibly the next best thing after his King in his true glory. Unrankable agility, immense strength and endurance enough to give the best of heroes a run for their money in a battle of attrition. And.." He paused again, slightly, no scratch that, incredibly annoyed, "He possibly possesses some skills from the Berserker Class too."

"You seem to know an awful lot." Rin crossed her arms under her chest, narrowing her eyes at her servant. The strangely bountiful knowledge aside, "Head for Kirei's Church, just in case he's tracking us." She couldn't give away the location of her home could she? Though, if his Master was half as competent as she seemed, they already knew where her base of operations was.

"A wise decision." Archer gave a small nod of approval, changing directions and heading for the Church where the Overseer of the current Grail War resided.

Rin hmph'd, averting her gaze, who did he think he was? Complimenting her like that after insulting her so much? "I think we need to properly research him." It wasn't like information was hard to come across in the age of the internet, "It could give us some weakness. There can't be an invincible hero right?"

Archer doubted such a thing but didn't share his thoughts, from what he remembered, Aston's prowess could hardly be matched, his defence completely impregnable. He'd even been playing around in their 'fight', probing him much like one would an unknown creature.

As he moved by the lights of Fuyuki City, Archer couldn't help but release a small sigh. This was going to become a headache.

"Ugh."

Nevermind, it already was a goddamn headache. He'd hit him in the head way too hard!

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Shirou Emiya disorientedly ran through the streets of Miyama Town, the district of Fuyuki reserved for the high class of society. The thuds of his brown shoes against the road accompanied by nothing but an eerie silence that only served to mess with the teenager further as he occasionally looked over his shoulder afraid someone would give chase.

His academy uniform was drenched with sweat, strands of his short auburn hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat he'd worked up running.

Shirou had just been cleaning one of the club buildings late into the evening and was about to leave when he happened across a commotion in the academy grounds. While he was aware of the existence of the magical world, taught of it to some extent by his late adoptive father, Kiritsugu Emiya, this was his first run in with something so, for lack of better words, blatant.

Two men, one in dark purplish armour with a cape covering the right side of his body wielding a dark jagged spear and the other in a strange red combat suit of sorts, wearing black pants underneath.

They'd ripped open the ground under them, clashed in the air above them and tore to shreds everything around them. Evidently super powered individuals, if that was what magus were like then Shirou felt he was a complete failure of one.

The two men stopped fighting when he took a step back and the knight-like one moved elsewhere giving the one in red just enough time to speed away from the place, clearly on the losing side of the confrontation.

Though, Shirou felt if he were to be like them, then there was no end to the number of people he could protect.

He was the sole survivor of the disaster that had taken numerous lives a decade ago and felt it was his duty to help others for the so many that died in his place, and for his father who sought to bring peace to the world.

All his and musings thoughts went right out the window when the very familiar clanking of metal against hard ground re-entered his ears prompting him to look back with wide eyes as he ran.

There he was, only calmly walking forward with his spear nowhere in sight, his helmet repaired even after he'd broken it earlier. Shirou noticed it was either the person was very arrogant or he was just far too weak for him to even be wary, most likely the latter was the truth.

When he turned to face ahead, the teenager saw a magenta haired woman standing in his way.

Fortunately or unfortunately, his house was right next so he picked up the pace, running for her to alarm her momentarily before abruptly changing directions and bursting through the wooden doors to the compound.

"My Master, I do believe he's a Master as well. Your eyesight might be lacking but mine is most certainly not."

"You really do get a kick out of being a weirdo."

Their idle conversation didn't irk Shirou Emiya, he knew they held the upper hand in such a situation and ran into the storage shed, looking for a weapon to at least defend himself with. The actual house most certainly didn't have any in it.

"I think we should stop him before he actually summons someone." Bazett proposed with crossed arms, scrutinising the shed the young boy had disappeared into. She could feel the magical energy being used inside.

"My Master, if he doesn't summon one how will there be six servants to power the Grail for your wish? I do sincerely hope your frustration is still somehow clouding your mind." Aston held up a finger, scolding his master as if she were a child. There was actually merit in letting the summoning proceed and felling the servant that came of it. What was the point of murdering servantless Masters?

Light exploded outwards from the shed as a sense of irregularity washed over Bazett, informing her that a servant had been summoned. Her suspicions were confirmed when a blue blur shot out of the open doors, straight at Aston whose eyes widened under his helmet.

Bazett half shouted, worried for her servant, "What's wrong, Lancer?" He wasn't doing anything at all! The fact that something had gone terribly was cemented when the servant dropped his spear, the weapon crushed blades of well-kept grass under it's weight as it landed.

So did Aston, falling to one knee before taking off his helmet and letting it dissipate into nothingness as if it was instinct.

Under three shocked gazes, he knelt the way knights knelt to their Kings, his movement refined and fluid, with not an ounce of hesitation.

"I have missed you greatly." The servant paused for a moment before releasing a relieved sigh. Bazett was shocked when a smile of genuine happiness crossed her servant's face, "M..My King."

The unknown servant retracted her blade long before she'd even swung it, stumbling back with wide eyes,

"S...Sir Aston? I-Is it truly you?"

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