[] Find the nearest trash bin and vomit. You can't do it. You need this out of your system. You can't take this anymore.
You felt your body shudder as you got up your feet. You felt your legs tremble as you let out a shaky breath. You held your side as you felt your insides rumble violently while your mind wandered back to Olga's face. You were struck by the same horrid feeling in your stomach.
Bile slowly climbed up your throat as you made a mad dash for the nearest trash bin. You vomited your lunch and let it all out. You felt stomach acid burn your throat as the taste of your insides tainted your mouth. You vomited and vomited into the trash can while Rider hung back.
You need this out of your system. You need to calm down...
"I can't take this anymore," you murmured as you wiped your lips and fell down on your rear, "Fuck... I hate it."
Rider stood a few feet away from you as you slowly got back up. You spat into the bin before facing her.
"What was that about?" You asked with a heavy breath, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't know. I just thought she was just some woman but she wasn't. Brie, about what she said," Rider began to say before you held up your hand.
You met her gaze as you walked up to her, "Just tell me this. Was it true?"
"Yes," Rider replied filled with a guilt.
"How many? How many did you accidentally..." You couldn't finish the sentence as she straightened up and looked at you.
"Dozens. I don't know. It's not all the time but some couldn't take it. I get lost sometimes that I overdo it. Some couldn't even called accidents," Rider said as she lowered her gaze and stared at the ground, "I have no excuse. Are you mad? Do you hate me now? This is just how I am. Some people simply can't handle the Love I give them."
You stared at her before you tried saying something but your words died in your throat. She didn't say it but you knew there was something left unspoken in that no matter how much she acted around you, she was afraid of truly embracing you.
She always handled you as if you were a piece of glass that could break with the slightest touch. She was afraid that you wouldn't be able to handle her Love. She said it didn't happen all the time but the fear was there.
"When you say that some couldn't even be called accidents, you mean that you're..." You began as you clenched your fist.
"I end up killing people at times too. I never said anything because I knew you'd be upset. You would never allow it... And that's what makes you so beautiful," Rider said as she reached out to touch your face, "You're trying to be good. Despite everything, you're not one to bend to my wishes like all the others. But at the same time, you're the only one to accept me despite my flaws. I love that. Few others had managed that. So I have two competing feelings for you. One is my desire to corrupt your light and the second is my genuine love for your acceptance... And if both come crashing down on you, you wouldn't be able to handle it. You'll break. So I
love others in your place... I... I couldn't explain it."
You stared at her as Snow fell from the skies above. You looked at her golden eyes and felt your body urge you to step away. But she was baring her feelings she herself was confused by for you.
Despite her flaws, despite her nature, despite everything she was asking you to look past all that.
And you-
VROOM
You both looked to the side and found a biker in black skid to a half before you two. Rider tensed up and narrowed her gaze as she put herself between you and the newcomer. The bike's lights shut off as the person took off their helmet, letting dark violet hair fall down.
Red eyes met your gaze as Scathach shut her bike's engine off.
"Was I interrupting something?" She asked as she tucked her helmet beneath her arm, "I was moving about when I saw two lovebirds standing in the snow. You're both going to get sick at this rate."
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Hans hit the floor.
In terms of actual combat experience the man before him had him beat. He rolled to recover before using his cane to catch a white shirt sword from disabling his limbs. He held his hand up and called down a blaze but the man he fought simply cut through the fire he had conjured.
Shirou Emiya was relentless in his attacks. Whatever time Hans drew or whatever attack he set up, the older man was able to draw a sword and shatter his defenses. Despite the inferiority of Emiya's magecraft, he was able to utilize them without making any mistakes.
His depth of combat experience outstripped Hans by leagues. This was the difference between the two of them as he sought to skewer the red haired man.
"Lancer. Time to retreat," Hans growled as he was pushed back into a wall.
Emiya narrowed his gaze and dashed forward to drive his blades into Hans' shields.
"You should have run before," Emiya declared with a low snarl.
"Well I am now..." Hans hissed before a burst of power pushed Emiya back. Hans then drew a rune on the ground and forced flames to dance around Emiya, "But not without a parting gift."
The flames turned to molten steel to which Emiya held up his hand and chanted, "
I am the Bone of my Sword."
The steel clashed with one another before turning into Lances which spiral towards the red haired man. Emiya held his ground as his circuits flared.
" The Seven Rings that Covers the Fiery Heavens! "
A shield bloomed into existence as it caught the molten Lance. Fiery orange exploded within the subway tunnel as Emiya narrowed his gaze. The Lance exploded but the shield was left untouched. Debris struck the tunnel and took out chunks of the concrete walls.
Hans was sent sliding back as his vision was filled with smoke. Through the curtain of gray, Emiya shot out of it and slammed a fist right into Hans' face, sending him flying.
The Magus flew to the stairs and crashed into it. Hans' grit his teeth as he slowly got up while Emiya looked down on him.
"Leave," Emiya ordered before Hans' slowly got up.
"Noted," Hans' breathed as Lancer appeared behind his back pulled him as they ran out of the tunnel.
Emiya let out a sigh of relief as he looked at where Saber was kneeling. The knight has sustained injuries from his duel with Lancer but they were superficial at most.
"Master. Assassin is safe," Saber reported as he got up.
"Take it easy. I'll handle this," Emiya said to his servant before facing Assassin.
"Shirou Emiya. Master of Saber... Why?" Assassin narrowed her gaze as she studied the man before her with distrust.
"Couple of things. You looked like you needed help... And for another, I need
your help," Emiya said as he offered her a hand, "Berserker needs to go. I believe your strength is required."
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You sat outside of a gas station with a styro cup of coffee in your hands. You took a gingerly sip and let it warm your insides as you let out a breath. Scathach was seated on her bike with her arms crossed while studying you and your servant.
Rider for her part was seated a few feet away from you. She was keeping to herself as she held a chocolate bar in her hand.
"So what's this about?" Scathach wondered as her red eyes fell on you.
"Which part of it do you want to hear?" You asked her with a dry tone.
"You must have a lot of freetime, Old Hag," Rider griped as she bit into her chocolate.
Scathach ignored Rider's bait and shook her head, "Any part. It might be interesting."
Flaws
[] "You really do have a lot of free time."
[] "Rider shared a lot with me today. I'm not sure how to take it."
[] "Well... For one I'm learning the consequences of my actions. In the worst way possible."
[] "I'm trying to make an alliance to fight your Students. And somehow I blame you a little bit for making them too damn strong."
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