Fate/White Parmesan

[]"I don't talk to proxies. You're a fake, you've got no Command Seal. We want the Master of Archer."
-[] "If you're not going to take a threat that will kill everyone in the city seriously and act like partners, we're gone."

You stared the man down even as you felt the weight of hostility on your body. Archer was watching but he hasn't done anything yet. You figured out that this guy was a sham but only because you fought Archer before. He was pulled away by a Command Seal once but this Guru had all three still tattooed.

It was a simple ploy but it could work on anyone save for you and Ruler. This man wasn't the leader nor the Master of Archer. You had no time for this and this place was already creeping you out.

"I don't talk to proxies," you pointed out as you rested your hand on your rifle, "You're a fake, you've got no Command Seals. We want the Master of Archer."

The Guru's cheerful visage didn't waver as he leaned forward, "Oh my. Such words. You may be mistaken. You see this? These seals are my divine gifts allowing me-"

You cut him off quickly with a scoff, "If you're not going to take a threat that will kill everyone in the city seriously and act like partners, we're gone."

That silenced that man as he set down his hand. You could see anger rise up his face as he looked down on you. Veins bulged on his head as he let out a sharp breath through his nostrils.

"Again, you are mistaken, girl. I assure you that I am the one in control here," the Guru said as his voice cracked with emotion, "Please do not squander my hospitality with baseless accusations."

"Right..." You murmured as you noticed the people within the Sanctum leaving in droves towards the exits to the side.

The man's attendants stepped back as he sat up and leaned down, "You have com here for my help yet you disrespect me when I have done nothing wrong. You are as crass as we first saw you, girl."

"But you did. I asked to meet with someone specifically asked for. While it was smart of your benefactor to hide behind your lard, it's awfully rude to me who only came here to talk," you continued as you saw that it was just you, him, and Rider within the Sanctum.

The incense was more intense now and it made you dizzy. But you endured as the man rose up to his full height and grit his teeth.

"Such insolence," the Guru growled as he loomed from his seat, "Even if that were the case, who would be stupid enough to meet with you?!"

"I don't have time for this. Hey, Archer. You don't mind if we wreck this guy, right?" You asked as you looked around.

There was no answer.

But you did feel the oppressive eyes upon you vanish. You'll take that as a yes.

"Guess that's it," you murmured as you turned to Rider. You Servant picked you up and jumped back.

The spot you stood on was crushed by a falling reclining chair as the Guru glared at you. Rider landed on her feet and chuckled under her breath while you drew your rifle, checking it's ammunition as your Servant splashed a bit of blood on the ground.

Warriors rose up wielding blades, spears and axes as they took formation and prepared themselves. You got behind them as the Guru ripped a plastic bag of black glittering powder and breathed in a lungful all at once.

"Archer's Master must have a crude sense of humor if this is their idea of a pre-show," Rider said as she crossed her arms.

"Let's just get this over with," you replied as you narrowed your look.

The Guru howled as the effect of the drugs released a burst of Od from within is body. He lunged forward with inhuman speed, making you raise your weapon.

You fired as the Guru dashed to the side before he met the combined charge of the Celtic Warriors. Steel dug into his fat before he swept his enhanced arm and sent an entire line of armored men over 200 pounds flying. Bullets struck his body before Medb pulled you by your clothes as he crushed the ground.

"AGH. I'LL BREAK YOUR LITTLE BODIES AND USE THEM AS RAGS!" the Guru howled as he swung his arm.

You and Rider broke apart, letting him hit the floor between you both. The floor exploded and you rolled back to avoid another sweep. He roared and lunged after you. You watched as an arrow strike the man's shoulder so hard it was torn off.

The mass of flesh hit the ground before becoming still but the Guru foamed in his mouth as he dashed towards you. You punched several bullets into his body before he stumbled into the ground.

"Stand down, fatso!" You barked before the Guru got up again. Damn.

"Archer when I'm done here, I'm going to have a lot to fucking complain about!" You snapped as you unloaded your gun on the Guru.

Bullets punched through fat and muscle but the man simply took them. He was soon knocked to the side by several Warrrios bearing shields, slammed into the ground before they were crushed. You reloaded your gun as you saw Rider hanging back.

"Need help, Master? You better impress our new friends here," Rider said as she summoned more of her soldiers.

You noticed a Black Box float by your side as you watched the Guru rise and snarl at you.

[] Open the Box.
[] Work with Rider to take out this mass of fat.
[] Fight on your own. It would be good practice.

[] Fight on your own. It would be good practice.

You got this. You watched the Guru come for you with his arm and move past him. He turned, jerking back to sweep the air with his limb as you fired several shots into his leg. He fell down on his knee before his arm grabbed you by your rifle and threw you into the ground. You rolled and turned before recovering as you reloaded while he jumped high in the air.

You dodged out of the way as your body seemed to move on autopilot. You had to take control otherwise you'll just end up in that state again. You'll use this as practice. If Archer and his Master wanted a show you'll give them one to remember. You had to take the initiative here and fight. You raised your gun and fired your bullets, only to see the Guru go berserk and come for you.

Was this the effect of that black powder? Just how much more potent was it than the white ones? It was almost like it had the capacity to elevate people on inhuman levels. You punched bullet after bullet into the man's body but he was moving more than his body could take. His muscles ripped and his bones creaked, his mind was just gone.

Never stopping, never retreating, you can't tire him out. You moved in as he lunged at you, timing his swing as you slid beneath his arm. You shot his leg and ripped through his flesh. That forced him down before you fired twice, empty rounds flying through the air as you let out a breath as you aimed for his spine. Fat and muscle got in the way before he shot towards you with the speed of a car.

You saw this coming, forcing you to drop your gun and sidestep him. The man towered over you before he swung his fist back at your way. You felt your magic circuits flare as you met his strike. You reinforced your arm and felt his muscle and bones shatter upon making contact with your small fist. He heaved in pain before you knocked him down with your full body weight, using his damaged foot to unbalance him.

The Guru fell on the floor as you ran over him and jammed your handgun into his mouth.

You pulled the trigger and watched his brains spla-

A hand grabbed your shoulder before you noticed Rider looking at you. You blinked before you looked down to find that the man was already dead. He was lying in a pool of his own blood as you drew away from him. The effects of the drugs continued to wrack his body even in death.

That cannot be normal. If Ruler knew this, she'd throw a fit. You stepped away before you and Rider noticed someone walking from behind the Throne/Altar. Rider tensed up and narrowed her gaze before you blinked in surprise.

It was a woman.

A mature woman dressed in a fitting sweater beneath a white coat. Her long skirt brushed against the ground while making her seem rather out of place in the scene before you. Her long black hair swayed behind her before she came to a halt before you with her hands behind her back. You watched her look down at the corpse before you and met your gaze.

"Impressive. You've grown since you've first awakened, haven't you?" the woman said as she took a step forward.

Rider got between her and you but not before Archer manifesting behind the woman with his bow in hand. You grabbed Rider's hand to keep her from doing anything while you kept your eyes on the woman before you.

"I guess you're satisfied with the show, Lady?" you frowned as you pulled your Servant back.

"I apologize for the rough welcome. I had to make sure that it wasn't the... Other you that was approaching us," the woman said as she held her hand to make Archer stand down. She held out her hand towards you, "My name is Kiara. Kiara Sessyoin, I work as a Professor in the neighboring City's University. However you may know me as the Master of Archer and the leader of this Religious Sect. It's nice to meet you, Miss Brie. Lady Rider has told me a lot about you."

You tensed up at that before you looked at Medb with wide eyes as she met Kiara's gaze. She looked back at you with a wary look and raised her hands.

"I didn't know I swear!" Rider cried out.

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Assassin hit the floor as she was sent flying by Lancer's spear. The tunnels of the subway flashed with light with each time the Servants clashed. Making use of the shadows and blindspots, Assassin struggled against the might of Lancer even as her attacks struck his Thorn Armor. The green light beneath his visor's helmet flashed and with his black lance he managed to catch her by the side.

Blood spilled on the ground before Lancer grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall.

"Now tell me. Giving up yet?" Lancer asked as he held the Blood Countess by her neck.

Assassin bared her fangs as she looked at the man before her, "A boorish man like you, would be humiliating to lose to. Don't underestimate me, you fool."

Spears of blood held Lancer's wrist in place while Assassin melted into the shadows. The Servant of the Lance ripped his hand through the blood spears and turned to see bolts of energy slam into his chest. This threw him off his feet and smashed him through a wall. He rolled to recover before he turned to the right and saw a train come for him.

He jumped out of the way but saw Assassin emerge from the shadows to push him into a pillar. The two Servants tangled together before the woman turned and slammed him into the ground. Lancer punched her across the face before kicking her into a pillar just as another train came by. She melted into the shadows before appearing to Lancer's right.

Dodging and weaving through her scepter's attacks, he charged before he was blocked off by spears of blood. Assassin swung her scepter in a flourish and sent the other Servant flying into the ceiling. He held on before kicking off it to grab her by the neck and grind her into the ground. Another train came by and he slammed the Blood Countess' body against the train until she melted into it.

She swept her scepter upon his legs before blasting him through a wall. Marching after him, Assassin conjured her blood orbs just as Lancer got up unfazed by her previous blow.

"I didn't feel anything," Lancer growled before rushing towards Assassin.

Her orbs flew and he dodged them all until he swung his spear towards the woman's neck. However just before he could do so, a bronze Iron Maiden clamped shut around his body. Assassin drew strength from his blood before moving away. She fell down her knees and felt for her side, finding it healing slowly before she raised her gaze.

That didn't kill him. No, that would be too easy. That armor... It was almost indestructible.

The Iron Maiden bulged from within as the sound of steel rang through the tunnel.

CLANG

CLANG

"I feel nothing," a voice rumbled within it.

CLANG

"Is that it? Is that all you have to offer?" a voice echoed in seething anger.

CLANG

"I shouldn't have expected much from one who lost against that damned Warmongering Queen," the voice snarled before the Iron Maiden creaked open and green light shined from within.

BOOM

The Iron Maiden parted and tore itself apart as Lancer stepped out, his armor of thorns unscathed by Assassin's blow. She clicked her tongue and narrowed her gaze as she held her scepter. She didn't have enough prana to call her Noble Phantasm. She could run but it would take time to lose him. She must get Olga back... But this man was in her way.

How unfortunate.

"End of the road, Assassin," another voice said before she turned to see a second man appear. He limped forward with a cane but she felt life emerge from his form. This man was Lancer's Master... Cornered, huh?

The man leaned on his cane while looking down on her, "Without a Master to support you, you're at your weakest. Lay down your life and exit the War. That's your only choice now."

Assassin stared at him before smirking, "And what? Leave a broken girl like that to fend for herself?"

"Elizabeth Bathory," the man declared her name and she immediately clenched her fists, "Or should I call you Carmilla? Why would you go so far for an inept Master. Don't you see you're fighting a losing battle?"

"What's the point of this farce?" Assassin questioned with a hiss.

"To not fight a battle that has no meaning. There's no use fighting. Please stand down," the human requested with a narrowed look as his blue eyes met her own.

Assassin stared him down before shaking her head, "I apologize. However I have no plan on giving up. You'll have to rip me to shreds if you wish to stop me."

The man closed his eyes and sighed, "Very well. Lancer."

"You had your chance of a peaceful end. Now you will regret this," Lancer growled as he made a spear out of his Thorns. He moved faster than Assassin expected. This... was he being supported by that human?

Enchantments and runes were etched upon the air around Lancer as he and Assassin clashed. The Blood Countess weaved and countered before ultimately breaking their exchange with a swing. Sparks flew before Lancer took this chance to lunge. He was going for her heart.

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CLANG

Silver.

A hand pushed her back and sent her into the ground. A white cape filled her vision followed by silver armor, the figure of a Knight unraveling before her eyes. His silver arm shined in the dim light of the subway while he held an estoc in his normal hand. He stood between her and Lancer, breaking them apart and keeping the Knight of Thorns away from her.

"Saber," Assassin breathed in surprise.

"I've come to help," Saber replied as he spared her a momentary glance, "Please stay calm."

Lancer's visor flashed green as he set his gaze upon the silver Knight, "You. Meddling again?"

"Are you in league with her, Saber?" the man with the cane questioned with a narrowed look.

A new voice joined the tunnel and a man with orange hair stepped down from the stairs, "That depends still. However I would like to ask you to leave for now. We have urgent business with that woman, Mr. Hans Derrinsmith."

Hans faced the man and gripped his cane, "Mr. Shirou Emiya. The Tohsaka's Handyman."

Emiya took his right hand from his pocket and held it out. He met Hans' gaze and said, "Husband, if I may clarify. My wife wouldn't be as forgiving with your choice of words. Still... I'd advise that you withdraw."

"And if I don't?" Hans replied as he tapped his cane on the ground and etched a rune upon the floor's surface.

"Trace On."

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You sat before Archer's Master with tea being served for you both. Contrary to the decadent temple you had fought in, her office was reminiscent to that of a psychiatrist's room. A comfortable little place where one would be able to vent and let out their feelings. It was a place of healing and reflection and looked absolutely normal compared to the insanity you had seen in that temple.

You didn't know what to think if you were completely honest. You were thrown for a loop as you sat before the woman who was Archer's Master. The Command Seals on the back of her hand was evidence enough. Given how Archer was acting around her, she was the real deal.

Archer stood behind her like a silent guardian, making sure he never stood out and merely waited. The woman herself, Kiara, was relaxed and seemed to be enjoying her tea greatly. You on the other hand felt suspicious and surprised as you took the time to digest the information you were given...

And Rider...

"You haven't explained anything," you pointed out as you glanced at your Servant upon glancing at her, "How did you two meet?"

"Ah... Well... It was on one of those nights you see and I was gathering prana," Rider said as she looked to the side without meeting your gaze.

Kiara smiled at Rider and said, "It was a wonderful night, wasn't it?"

Rider whimpered.

[] "Rider. Explain. What happened between you and this lady. You've been acting real weird, Rider. What did you do?"
[] "That's besides the point now. Let's get back on topic. I need your help and I'm willing to call a truce until we solve Berserker."
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