Twelve seconds until the clock strikes eight.
~(11)~
~(10)~
~(9)~
~(8)~
~(7)~
~(6)~
~(5)~
~(4)~
~(3)~
~(2)~
~(1)~
Overhead, the sound of thunder gives way to the maddened cackling which has haunted your nightmares for an eternity, and the sky is split with fire and lightning as the devil makes her approach.
It's so much bigger than you remember it being in the past. Six flashes of light follow, as you and your teammates change into your battle costumes. "This time," you say, as a wave of your hand conjures a procession of rocket launchers and machine guns for Berserker to use as he pleases. "I'll end this for sure."
"Akemi-san, we're ready whenever you are."
High above your head, the laughter of
Walpurgisnacht echoes to infinity as a black rain falls from its upside-down mouth. The black ichor falls, taking shape is it plummets to the ground, and the droplets form together into the shapes of many figures as they near the ground; black shadows of fallen
puella magi, twenty-three in total. So, the witch is bringing its black familiars to bear first in this fight. "Right," you say to Tomoe-san. "Hit them all with everything you've got."
As soon as you've spoken, Archer is gone.
"I'm going up to get a better view of the battlefield," are his only words. You can sense the tug of his mana from the rooftop of a skyscraper some kilometer or so away , but he's long escaped what your eyes can see; and not a moment too soon. The instant Archer is out of sight, the familiars make their move. Twenty-three bodies, each one formed from the curses spewed forth by
Walpurgisnacht, charge in unison with weapons drawn. A dazzling array of swords, spears, bows and arrows, axes, and staves are swung down upon you and your team.
There are far too many familiars for each of you to take individually, and your party breaks the moment the attack is commenced. Tomoe-san propels herself into the air, firing off ribbons in all directions. Those ribbons aimed at you and the others contain spells of
Wunjo to empower you for the fight ahead, while those ribbons aimed at your foes become muskets, raining a hail of bullets down into the fog of war. Familiars leap out of the way of Tomoe-san's barrage, only for their evasive action to be met by the clashing blades and searing flames of Kyouko and Nagatsuki Miyuki.
Kirika and Assassin surround you, and with shredding claws and slicing daggers they keep your foes at bay long enough for you to bring out your biggest guns. Your shield spits out a truck and a pair of missile launchers; the launch pads for your Type 88 Surface-to-Ship missiles and Harpoon anti-ship missiles. They were the biggest guns you could
borrow from the Maritime Self-Defense Force at the start of this timeline, and you've been saving them for this moment. The fact that you have an ally this time around who can make better use of them than you can is just icing on the cake. "Berserker! Are these big enough for you?"
"Of course!" Berserker draws his sword, using it to fling himself over the crowd of familiars on a burst of mana. The ground shatters as he lands at your side, and he plants his sword into the ground before a mass of black tendrils sprout from his back, connecting with each of your missile launchers. The faded olive green becomes a roiling black and red as Berserker assumes direct control.
"Caster!"
"Rider!"
"Lancer!"
"Berserker!"
Tomoe-san, Kyouko, Mikuni Oriko, and Kirika all cry out their commands in unison. "Fire!" Lancer is the first into action, surrounding her fellow servants in rings of blue fire which form into the shape of runes. Even from where you are standing, you can
feel the power radiating from Lancer's runes, as Caster, Rider, and Berserker each commence their attacks in unison.
"Witness the defense of Uruk, the greatest and richest of cities! The deluge of the land is my will!
Melammu Dingir!" Caster slams his hand against the ground, causing a great golden wall to rise from the south, firing on
Walpurgisnacht in a shower of gold.
From its place on his back Rider removes his shield, and with a great whistle he calls on his chariot, rocketing towards
Walpurgisnacht with all haste. "To oppose this shield is the same as making the world your opponent!
Akhilleus Kosmos!"
Berserker makes no claim of his own, no boast as he activates the Noble Phantasm comprised of your missile launchers. The endless screams of the missiles as they escape their launch pods targeting
Walpurgisnacht is enough.
Joining this multitudinous barrage is a single screaming arrow, Archer's, fired from his vantage point on high. Together, the barrage from Caster, Rider, Berserker, and Archer collide against
Walpurgisnacht with a deafening crash. Against a normal witch, victory would have been assured from such a strike, but you know better than to assume here. When the smoke from the onslaught fades,
Walpurgisnacht is still standing,
still laughing. Its blue vestments have been shredded, revealing the intricate clockwork comprising its upside-down body, and its metal components have been marred with scorch marks, but the devil remains in the sky, undeterred by the strike.
Back on the ground one shadow in particular, holding in its hands a massive warhammer, has its eyeless sight fixed on Mikuni Oriko. For every strike of its cumbersome weapon, Mikuni Oriko counters, bringing up a barrier to block the attack before returning fire with a barrage from her drones. The familiar dodges out of the way of its foe's strikes, and the pair dance back and forth like this unimpeded by the flurry of combat surrounding them, until at last a barrage from her drones connects that leaves the familiar looking like a shot-out practice target. At last, the herd has been thinned.
If only it were that easy.
If it were possible for creatures without mouths to smile, then you and your team would have been facing down an army of grins, as each of the broken familiars stands back up, their wounds healed to completion.
"Be careful everyone!" Mikuni Oriko cries out. "They can regenerate!"
"Then we'll just have to destroy them all at once!" McRemitz-san tears away the glove at her right hand, holding her fist high as she screams "Lancer! By my Command Seal, I order you to use your Noble Phantasm! Destroy the familiars in a single strike!"
"Now that's an order I can get behind!" The blue-clad Lancer calls out as the overwhelming power of his master's Command Seal overtakes his body. Like a sprinter before the race he perches, before springing into action. You can see the muscles in Lancer's arm tense as he pulls back, his spear poised to strike. "Hit the deck!" he calls, and no foolish servant or
puella magi needs to be told twice as the
"Gáe Bolg!" leaves the Lancer's grasp.
The collision of Lancer's spear with the throng of familiars produces a deafening shockwave. Concrete is torn to shreds and thrown in all directions. Quickly, Mikuni Oriko brings up her barriers just in time to deflect the debris from Lancer's spear strike. When the dust settles, the familiars are nowhere to be seen; but in their place there are now puddles of black corruption staining what remains of the southern pier.
And through all this, you have yet to see a single pink hair from Saber.
"I have bad news." This, of all times, you would hate to speak of the devil, but here Saber is right when you were thinking of her.
But why is she on fire? The fire fades, leaving Saber no worse for the wear as she says "So, I was using my Book of Five Rings Noble Phantasm to check out Whataburger Night over there, and it's not looking good. Basically, it has no weak points that I could see. Best we can do is snap the doll part off of the gear part, but that'll do us more harm than good."
"Then how do we defeat it?" Nagatsuki Miyuki asks her servant.
"We just have to keep hitting it until we've worn it down," Saber says. "If I put this thing into terms you girls would understand, then it's got, like, eight billion hit points... Er, well, a lot, at any rate. Not really sure of the exact amount, but we're gonna be here for awhile. We should also be on the lookout for any buildings being thrown at us, since that's Whataburger's primary means of attacking us. At least while it's upside-down."
And then Walpurgisnacht threw a building at everyone.
[ ] Wat do?
(8)