Brutal savagery. It reminded one of a beast capable of uttering praise.
Black-and-red skin exposed, mixed with an ominous aura that made people uncomfortable.
She didn't even glance back. A fierce collision erupted once again.
This time it was Saber.
Her invisible sword severed every strike of the crimson, black-energy-wrapped magic spear with pinpoint accuracy.
That visible rage was written all over the King's face.
Each strike drained large amounts of magical energy from Rin.
"You are, Lancer?", The angry King also felt confusion.
The cruelty and coldness could be considered a kind of warning.
"Rather than wonder why, you should think hard about whether you all can leave here alive."
'There's more than one Servant like him,' Rin understood the implication in his words, and at the same time, even knowing it was unlikely, her racing heart still answered her, "Archer?"
"Oh, still got the mind to call out my name?", Like Lancer, his voice was cold and full of killing intent.
"Rider, I'm counting on you!"
Hearing that voice, Rin instantly let out a sigh of relief.
Berserker was still alive.
Her body was carried into the air, far away.
When she landed, Rider had brought Sakura and Illya to a place far from the battlefield.
But even this wasn't a place they could relax.
Rider took a battle stance and said, "You guys run!"
She threw a stake that struck its mark behind Illya's back.
The Servants who should've been out of the war, Lancer, Archer, Assassin, all resurrected.
Even though this scene had been mentioned earlier by Berserker:
Defeated Servants, except for Medea, who had already been consumed by Manaka, and the uncontrollable Gilgamesh, the remaining Servants could possibly be re-summoned by Manaka using black mud to reverse their Saint Graphs.
However, even with that warning, Rin couldn't help but find it ridiculous.
"No time to space out, Rin," Illya's tone was serious.
"Oh," Rin snapped back to attention.
Berserker had said what to do in this situation.
"Sakura, we need to hurry to the Great Hollow!"
Rin took the lead, heading to Mt. Enzou's front entrance.
"Rider, don't lose," Sakura used a Command Spell for Medusa.
"Don't worry, Sakura," Medusa, evading Hassan of the Serenity, said, "Dealing with an Assassin who only knows how to poison is nothing. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up soon."
"Mm," Sakura ran behind Illya.
Although his left arm had been pierced, his superior attributes allowed him to fight Red A on equal footing for now.
"Do you even know what you're doing?", Shirou asked coldly.
He should've been angry in this situation. However, the truth was, he'd already anticipated it.
"Of course," Red A replied with the same indifferent tone.
The two exchanged glances, then passed each other.
Shirou chose to no longer hold back, switching systems.
"Archer," He spoke with absolute coldness, "Where do you get the confidence to think that just because I lost an arm, you're now my equal?"
"Mm?", Red A sensed something wrong and immediately leaned back.
Moving at sonic boom speed.
The Dainsleif scraped past his face.
Just when he thought that was the end of it, the sword had already been discarded by the expressionless Shirou.
He clenched his fist.
Last night's conversation surfaced in his mind.
Shirou had said seriously and solemnly, ("If that guy really shows up, I don't care what he's plotting. If he gets in the way, it's okay to kill him, right?")
Rin had answered without hesitation, her eyes firm, ("I know. I'm counting on you.")
Magic surged, forming a vortex.
When the fist fell, the earth cracked.
"Gah!", Red A took the punch head-on, he nearly saw Kiritsugu waiting for him.
Before the next punch could land, he tossed Kanshou and Bakuya behind Shirou's back.
"Imaginary Collapse!"
Red A's consciousness began to fade.
He saw the bright moon and Kiritsugu.
Under the moonlight, the child version of himself said to the person he admired, ("If adults can't be heroes of justice, then I'll do it.")
With a helpless, resigned, and with a tsundere expression, he said, ("After all, I'm still a kid.")
The thunderous noise even made Cú Chulainn glance over.
With a mix of fury and surprise, "How rare, for Berserker to be this furious."
Artoria raised a question mark.
'If a Berserker's not furious, what's the point of calling them Berserker?'
Cú Chulainn realized he'd said something stupid. While dealing with the invisible sword, he snorted, "Annoying. I didn't want to be interrupted in my fight with Berserker. That's why I followed the order to deal with that black-haired girl."
"Didn't expect Berserker to react so fast, and do it so beautifully."
"Saber," His tone was teasing, "Compared to Berserker, your reaction's kind of slow, huh?"
"You're one to talk," Artoria retreated coldly, raising her sword, "To have fallen this far... Lancer, the honor you hold as a hero must be crying. What would your Master think of you ?"
"Oh?", Cú Chulainn hadn't expected his trash talk to have no effect and took the initiative to attack.
Artoria kept blocking, releasing mana, advancing.
"This is the end, Assassin!", Medusa seized the opportunity, removed her blindfold, and unleashed purple magical energy.
Mystic Eyes of Petrification!
Caught off guard, Hassan of the Serenity's body began to turn to stone.
Catching that moment of pause, Medusa yanked the stake chain back.
"Mm?", Medusa hadn't even touched her own weapon.
"So that's it, even your blood is poisonous."
Medusa immediately abandoned her weapon and prepared to ram her with her Noble Phantasm.
Several Noble Phantasms skimmed past Medusa and pierced Hassan of the Serenity thoroughly.
"Berserker, huh…", Hassan's final gaze fell on that red-haired boy.
Then, she vanished completely.
"Berserker, you…", Medusa was surprised that Shirou had resolved the battle so quickly.
She watched Shirou project the Caladbolg.
After taking three punches, Shirou grabbed Red A and questioned, "Remember now?"
"...", Nearly beaten senseless, Red A forced out a smile, "Yeah, I remember."
In that hellish fire, the man who kept walking forward despite knowing hell awaited.
Even if he forgot everything, he would still fight to the end for his ideals, Hero of Justice.
Even if borrowed, he never chose to abandon it.
"I'll leave the rest to you," He thought the boy might need a push from him. But now it seemed, maybe the one needing a push all along had been himself. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Only, the push came in a way a little... unexpected.
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