The Kabutowari (Japanese: 兜割, lit. 'helmet breaker' or 'skull breaker'[1]), also known as hachiwari, was a type of knife-shaped weapon, resembling a jitte in many respects. This weapon was carried as a side-arm by the samurai class of feudal Japan.
The samurai were an aristocratic class in Japan, but even samurai warriors served the daimyos, feudal lords who oversaw local regions. In turn, the daimyos served the shogun, who de facto ruled Japan through a military dictatorship known as a shogunate, even though the Emperor was the figurehead ruler. Berkeley Electronic Press Selected Works. Samurai Warriors 2 Full Crack. Samurai Warriors 2 Full Crack. Games Samurai Warriors 2 Full i. 0 new warriors are ready for battle including the legendary Musashi Miyamoto. 6 playable characters in all. Samurai Warriors 2 Direct Mirror Game Firedrive Uppit Tusfiles etc. This Game Reloaded Original no RIP/Repack Multi.
Types[edit]
Kabutowari were usually around 35cm long; some larger versions are around 45cm long.[2] There were two types of kabutowari: a dirk-type and a truncheon-type.
The dirk-type was forged with a sharp dirk-like point,[3] which could be used to parry an opponent's sword, to hook the cords of armor or a helmet, or like a can opener to separate armor plates. The sharp point could pierce unprotected or weak areas of an opponent's armor like the armpit area.[3] The blade of this type of kabutowari was a curved tapered square[4] iron or steel bar with a hook on its back edge.[5] In combat, one could parry and catch a blade with that hook, as with a jitte. Some kabutowari of this type were mounted in the style of a tanto with a koshirae.[3]
The truncheon-type was blunt, cast iron or forged truncheon-like weapon resembling a tekkan or a jitte. This type of kabutowari had the same basic shape as the dirk-type kabutowari including the hook, but it was usually blunt and not meant for stabbing.[citation needed]
Use[edit]
It would appear, according to Serge Mol, that tales of samurai breaking open a kabuto (helmet) are more folklore than anything else.[6] The hachi (helmet bowl) is the central component of a kabuto; it is made of triangular plates of steel or iron riveted together at the sides and at the top to a large, thick grommet of sorts (called a tehen-no-kanamono), and at the bottom to a metal strip that encircles the hachi.[7][8] This would require enormous pressure to split open.[original research?] This idea that the kabutowari was somehow able to smash or damage a helmet kabuto is most probably a misinterpretation of the name which could have several meanings, as hachi could mean skull or helmet bowl and wari could mean, split, rip, crack or smash.[6]
In modern times there is no ryū (school or style) known to train with kabutowari, although certain dojos within Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu still train with them, as an extension of jittejutsu.[9] A number of weapons retailers in Japan still sell usable kabutowari.[10]
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Antique Japanese hachi wari (kabutowari) mounted in a shirasaya.
Antique Japanese kabutowari.
Antique Japanese kabutowari. Close up of the hand guard and the wrapped handle
References[edit]
- ^Pauley's Guide - A Dictionary of Japanese Martial Arts and Culture, Daniel C. Pauley, Samantha Pauley, 2009 P.66
- ^Stone, George Cameron. A Glossary of the Construction, Decoration and Use of Arms and Armor: In All Countries and in All Times. Courier Dover Publications. 1999. pp. 273, fig. 340.
- ^ abcCunningham, Don. Taiho-Jutsu: Law and Order in the Age of the Samurai. p. 75.
- ^Stone, George Cameron. A Glossary of the Construction, Decoration and Use of Arms and Armor: In All Countries and in All Times. Courier Dover Publications. 1999. pp. 273.
- ^Bennett, Matthew. The Hutchinson dictionary of ancient & medieval warfare. Taylor & Francis. 1998. pp. 136.
- ^ abMol, Serge. Classical weaponry of Japan: special weapons and tactics of the martial arts. Kodansha International. 2003. pp. 71.
- ^Anthony J. Bryant. 'Kabuto page of Nihon Katchû Seisakuben, An Online Japanese Armour Manual'. sengokudaimyo.com. Archived from the original on April 17, 2019.
- ^Absolon, Trevor. The Watanabe Art Museum Samurai Armour Collection: Volume I ~ Kabuto & Mengu
- ^Stone, George Cameron. A Glossary of the Construction, Decoration and Use of Arms and Armor: In All Countries and in All Times. Courier Dover Publications. 1999. pp. 273. Mentioned as meant for breaking swords, as other kinds of jitte
- ^'Kabutowari for sale'. Google Shopping for kabutowari. Retrieved 12 November 2015.
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A dragon replaces the samurai
Summary: What if caster summoned a different assassin for the war?
Author note: This is an older, more experienced Eragon than the one from the books. I'm also making him a bit more humorous than he was in the books. The reason I chose Eragon is because he is a good blend of Saber, Archer, Rider and Caster all rolled into one which is an interesting combination.
I haven't updated my other story because my college work was piling up and I wanted to see if I could combine another anime I enjoy with one of my favourite books.
I do not own fate stay night or Eragon. Wish I did but I don't.
Caster watched the summoning circle flare to life, she had succeeded in summoning a servant. She didn't think it would work as the only available slots were Saber and Assassin but she'd done it, and with two servants working together she would win the grail war. Although she was going to be spending a while recovering the energy she expended summoning this servant even if she had used the ley lines for the most part.
She heard movement through the dense cloud of smoke that signified a successful summoning, and the figure of a man came into sight.
He was wearing leather armour, stood slightly taller than her with a well-developed athletic body and long brown hair, but it was clear that this man was unnatural. He ears were pointed, his eyes were slanted and he had some sort of ethereal beauty that normal humans just didn't possess.
'Are you my master?' he asked neutrally as his eyes glazed over her form.
Medea gazed at the man, her cloak rising to give her an appearance of power. She couldn't be seen as weak as she currently was before her servant. 'Yes, I am your master.'
Her servant said nothing but continued to gaze at her, taking in her appearance. She was shorter than him, the top of her head just reaching above the height of his chin. Her body was clad in an elaborate robe with various layers, a cloak of purple with golden trim resting atop one of green with a similar design, brought together by a golden brooch resting in the centre of her chest. Under these layers another sheet of purple hugged her body tight like that of a dress, flowing all the way to the ground. Her face was almost completely covered by a hood with a strange golden ornament, the smooth skin of her soft jaw and firmly pressed lips were the only details of her face he could catch a glimpse of.
'I don't appreciate being ignored, servant.' She was not in the mood to be annoyed right now.
'Sorry,' he smirked, he didn't sorry at all. He got the feeling she was burning a hole into his chest with her eyes, 'it's just that I was wondering why you summoned me when you're a servant yourself.'
'I summoned you to win the war. Now what are you?'
The man smirked, 'I guess you could say I'm half elf.'
Caster glared at her smiling servant, she suspected he was deliberately being annoying, 'I meant your servant class you idiot,'
Seeing as a bow was slung across his back and a blue sword tucked into his belt, a belt that had numerous precious stones embedded in it, she thought he was either a servant of the Archer or Saber class. But seeing as Archer had already been summoned he couldn't be that class so it was possible that he was Saber.
'Are you Archer or Saber?' she queried, hoping that it was the latter. If he was a Saber then they would be the perfect combination, the strongest magic user and one who was highly immune to magic. If he truly was a Saber, then she wouldn't have to worry about friendly fire. She could use all her power without having to worry about destroying her servant in the process.
'I can be classed as either of those but I'm usually classed as Rider. It appears that this time I have been summoned under the Assassin class' smiled the servant, now identified as Assassin.
Caster couldn't believe that she had summoned what is considered the weakest of servants, while having another servant was helpful an Assassin wasn't much use against other servants.
'Well then, what can you do Assassin?' her jaw was clenched.
'Well as you might have guessed I am good with a bow and a sword but I do have some skill in magic and remaining undetected as an assassin should. When you think about it I can be called as Saber, Archer, Caster or Assassin, even Rider given my mount.'
'What is your name?' if she had his name then she could see assassin as the grail saw him, showing his stats and abilities, then she wouldn't have to deal with this headache.
'Eragon shade slayer,'
She saw nothing besides his stats, which were quite impressive for an Assassin class, beyond even her own, but not his abilities or noble phantasms. 'That's obviously not your full name.'
'I know,' he replied 'Eragon is my name and shade slayer is one of my titles. I'll be keeping my skills a secret if you don't mind.'
If she had the strength she would have blasted him right then but as it is she was too tired from summoning him to do anything about it. She decided to give him a warning anyway.
'Listen well, Eragon.' she hissed, her voice cold, 'you will do what I say, when I say it, are we clear,'
'Yes master,' he smirked.
'Good. Now I want you to search the city and gather as much information as you can about the other servants and their masters, and don't reveal yourself no matter what, understand?'
'Yes but I think I have a way to make it more interesting.'
'Oh,' she wondered what he could possibly be thinking.
'I think I have a plan that would make it so no one who sees you would think you are the Caster of this war if you stay hidden.' Eragon explained, 'If you can make something to stop other servants detecting you then I could pretend to be the Caster of this war. It will also make the other masters and servants unnerved because they won't know where Assassin is and that could lead to them making mistakes.'
Caster smiled after considering the plan, maybe he was a good servant after all.
'That's actually not a bad plan,' Caster commented, 'and you're willing to do so much for me. Why would you be willing to take such a risk?'
'You're my master,' he answered honestly, 'and you're hot.' That earned him a slap.
'Don't try flirting with me,' she growled, 'carry out this plan and do not disappoint me. I don't take failure lightly.'
And with that, she left to get some rest, the door sliding shut with a soft click. She would start work on an item to conceal her presence as a servant tomorrow when she had the strength. If she had the strength right now she would have blasted her servant without a second thought.
Sighing quietly, Eragon briefly gazed at the door his master left through before moving towards a separate door. He followed the narrow hallway until he came upon the outside world. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the morning sun before he walked towards the large archway at the other side of the courtyard. His weapons disappeared, his ears rounded, his hair shortened and turned blond and his clothes become a simple pair of blue jeans and a blue shirt within seconds, his footwear turning into trainers as he passed the archway. He looked like a tourist.
Reaching the stairs, he descended them quickly even if they were absurdly long. He felt the supply of energy he got from the temple weaken as he walked but he was expecting that, his summoning had been different after all. His master had tapped into the ley lines to summon him and in doing so caused the land itself to be his anchor to this world while she held the command seals. If it wasn't for his Independent Action he wouldn't have been able to leave the temple grounds at all. Good thing his master didn't know about that or she would have never let him go. With his rank in Independent Action he would only need to go back to Ryuudou temple to get energy to use his noble phantasms, and with his mana levels that wouldn't be often if he used them sparingly.
He roamed constantly, taking in the impressive sites wishing he could fly above the clouds with Saphira again, but he had a job to do. Eragon loved to fly, it was no secret to those who knew him. Many a day had been wasted engaging in the simple, relaxing act of flying on his beloved Saphira, it just so natural to him, which was strange considering he was not an animal born to the skies. He loved the feeling of the air running through his hair but the one thing he enjoyed far more than anything was the view. The world was completely different from above. Night or day, good weather or bad, seeing the world from above took his breath away. Everything unfolding before his eyes, opening up a whole new world to explore.
His Presence Concealment hid his presence as a servant so he could scout the city without being found out, at least he hoped he could. There would be some who could detect what he was but by that time his plan should be in full swing.
He headed for the bridge, surprised at the lack of foot traffic he encountered while crossing the river. He quickly decided that this was an ideal place to just relax but he'd only passed a handful of people by the time he reached the other side. For such a beautiful place, it had an abandoned feel to it, one that didn't feel natural.
He continued on, coming across the more people until the sidewalk was completely packed and the tall buildings cast shadows as the sun reached its peak in the sky. Moving with the crowd he searched for the possible location of another servant but so far found none. After mapping out the city all day with no luck in locating any enemy servants and night was descending, he was about to call it a day and head back to the temple when he felt a flare of mana from the school. At first he thought it might be a magus but after a moment he knew it was definitely a servant so he decided to check it out. He might be able to learn something about them and their masters that could help with defeating them.
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A teenage girl around sixteen with her long dark hair tied in two pigtails and aqua blue eyes did not like how her day had ended up. For any normal person, what she was seeing would have been in shock, but she was not any normal person. She was Rin Tousaka, a magus and the heir of the Tohsaka Head of the Tousaka Clan of Mages, the family which for all intents and purposes owned the land on which the city of Fuyuki lay. She was also a master in the grail war.
The grail war is a competition between seven servants and masters who fight for the right to use the Holy Grail to grant their one true wish. Seven heroes separated into seven classes will be summoned from the Throne of Heroes, the place where they resides after death because of the legend that made them known in the world, by seven chosen magus as their masters.
Just a few nights ago she was in the basement of her house preparing to summon her servant, unfortunately she didn't have a catalyst for the servant she wished to summon. She wasn't concerned about that as it was not unheard of to summon one without a catalyst and there were only two classes left to choose from, Archer and Saber. She was a prodigy of magecraft so she was certain she would get the strongest class, Saber.
However once she completed the ritual she could see her command seals but not her servant. She was alone in her basement, she looked around fully expecting to see a servant, but there was nothing. She had done everything right so why didn't it work. She prepared the summoning circle correctly, her power is at its peak at this precise hour, there should be a servant standing right in front of her but there was only empty space. Did she fail because she didn't use a catalyst?
For a magus to summon a specific hero they must use a catalyst, something like a shred of cloth from the clothes the hero wore when he was alive, or even a piece of the weapon that they once used. Something that had once belonged to the hero or something that could be linked to the hero's legend. The problem with obtaining these catalysts was that a magus needed to have a vast amount of wealth and resources because they are items so rare that their existence might not be known. While she may be comfortable with her financial conditions, she wasn't able to obtain a proper catalyst to summon a certain hero.
So she had left it to luck. She hoped that the hero that she summoned would be a well-renowned hero, and hopefully, if she's awfully fortunate enough, the hero would be of Saber class as well.
Then she heard the sound of heavy banging from the lounge above her head and the sound of the roof collapsing. In her panic, she ran as fast as her exhausted body let her out of the room and up the stairs. However she found the door to the lounge blocked and wouldn't budge when she tried to open it. She ended up kicking the door open, and stared in to the living room. In that instance she understood everything. The room was a mess. The devastation in front of her was plain to see as a large whole visible through the two floors above her head culminating in a pile of timber and masonry rubble in front of her.
Between the rubble, on a makeshift throne, created from her wardrobe, bed and other unidentified furniture, she saw a man wearing onyx armour beneath a unique red coat that only has a pair of long sleeves that covered his arms and the lower part of the coat. He was attired strangely for a hero of legend. His skin was tanned and his white hair was short and spiky, he had a pair of grey eyes that gave him a rather piercing gaze. He just sat in a laid back manner as if everything in the word was just right, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he just demolished the home of a magus.
'It appears I've been summoned by a peculiar master,' the tanned skinned man chuckled.
Battle brothers - soundtrack for mac. Rin didn't even have the energy to blast him so after finding out his class she threw a mop at and told him to clean up the mess he made. She cursed her luck inwardly at summoning Archer because it wasn't the one she wanted, even if it was one of the three knight classes other than Lancer and Saber. This was a tactical disadvantage in a combat situation because both he and Rin exceled at long range attacks rather than close range. If she had managed to summon Saber the dynamic would have been balanced, she would be able to participate in combat by attacking other masters from a distance while Saber would be the one to take out the servants in close combat.
When this Archer casually mentioned that there was a problem with the summoning, her twitching eye and the subtle sound of her teeth gnashing was the only indication that his statement had been heard. That he materialized and caused a scene of destruction upon his summoning was a clue that there indeed was a hiccup in the summoning ritual.
With her cry of irritation she slammed the door and went to bed, she really needed to sleep.
The next morning there was another surprise because her servant informed her that he doesn't remember his past life. Not a single shred of memory of who he was remained, which meant Rin couldn't possibly know what his legend was, if he has a very recognizable one that is. She couldn't really guess as his clothing provided many possibilities as to which era that he was from, as what he was wearing doesn't exactly fit to any era of the past she knew of. Thankfully his abilities and skills were intact so it wasn't a big problem.
It was a few hours after that revelation that found both her and her servant on one of the tallest buildings in Fuyuki City, Archer claimed it had the highest, unobstructed, viewpoint available within the city. From this height he could see where the best places for him to utilize his abilities were. They didn't spend much time there before they went searching for another servant to fight, they looked all night but came up empty so they decided to formulate battle strategies to deal with the different servant classes they would inevitably have to fight in this war.
Since then her servant had hovered over her as she went to school the next day to make sure no other servants attacked.
Rin thought school was overrated and boring, she laughed at how easy she found it and had to deal with the stress of homework on top of the dangerous of magecraft. Being one of the most desired girls in school didn't help much. The guys all ogled her like hungry wolfs with their prey. She was barely able to maintain her focus as the teacher seemed to drone on and on about something that happened somewhere she couldn't care about. She had to focus to use no small amount of willpower to keep her mind at the subject that the teacher's talking about.
Her search for enemy servants last night didn't result in anything useful, no servants or masters showed up to face Archer and her which she didn't know if she was thankful for or frustrated. But it was early in the war and this time she was sure she would encounter a servant, she had no idea how right she was.
That night after school she and Archer were on the roof of Homurahara Academy when they felt an enemy's presence nearby. Another servant was approaching closer to the proximity of the school. Seeing as she had wanted her servant to fight another all day they made their way to the source of the presence the felt.
When they arrived at the courtyard, they saw a blue haired man wearing an equally blue skin tight bodysuit. He had a crimson spear in his right hand which indicates his class and is most likely his noble phantasm.
He greeted them with a grin, 'I am servant Lancer and I hope you can give me a good fight.'
'Where's your master, Lancer?' Rin asked the spearman as other than him, there was no one in sight.
He wagged his finger, as if reprimanding her, 'Now it would be rather rude of me to tell you little lass,' he said, making Rin somewhat annoyed, 'but I can tell you that we noticed you two yesterday when you guys were scouring the city in search of a servant.'
Rin's eyes widened, turning her head slightly towards Archer she whispered, 'Did you…'
'No, I didn't sense them,' answered the red clad servant, 'I'd be willing to bet that his master used some spells to conceal their presence as well spy on us.'
'True,' confirmed Lancer, 'We kept our distance to gain information and once we found out you were in this place I thought that I may as well introduce myself.'
Then the blue-haired spearman entered a combat stance, 'Now red boy, let's fight.' he said to Archer.
With impressive speed Rin dashed to a place safe enough for her to observe the fight. She watched as Lancer charged towards Archer and her servant fought against another servant of the grail.
Instead of using a bow or some other ranged weapon that would suit his class, Archer summoned a pair of black and white swords, and met Lancer's attack head on.
'A swordsman, you must be Saber then,' stated Lancer.
Archer smirked, 'I could be.'
As the two combatants fought, Rin watched their every move. For a servant who specialises in long range attacks he was surprisingly good at close quarters combat.
Their weapons clashed, their movements becoming erratic, fast, powerful, due to the skills that they have accumulated during their lifetime. Lancer thrust his crimson spear trying to impale Archer who either dodged or blocked with his swords. Despite the fact that her servant wasn't supposed to be able to fight just like a Saber, he was managing to go toe-to-toe with Lancer, the most agile of the classes.
Two figures, one red with black and white swords, and another blue with a red spear, fought each other relentlessly. Their blows were becoming faster and stronger as the fight went on, their arms nearly invisible as they smashed their weapons together, creating shockwaves from the sheer force in them.
'You're impressive mate,' Lancer commended Archer, 'But your life ends here.'
Then the Lancer charged.
Archer was almost unable to block Lancer's spear but managed to move the spear tip away from him at the last second. As Lancer saw that his spear was blocked he grinned.
'That was impressive Saber,' Lancer said as he forced his opponent to parry the spear and take a couple of steps backward, 'but you can't dodge me forever.'
'True blue boy,' Archer replied getting an annoyed look from the servant of the lance, 'and just so you know, I'm not Saber.'
Taking advantage of Lancer's slight confusion he moved to land a hit on his opponent's unguarded side. Lancer used his spear blocked the strike from the swords that would've inflicted a grave wound on his person, but the moment his spear touched them they exploded, leaving a cloud of smoke behind. The blue clad servant leaped out of the smoke and was surprised as he felt pain for the first time since his summoning. He put a finger to his cheek, where there was a miniscule cut which bled a little, and his torso had a few other wounds that bled slightly. These weren't much in the way of actual damage but they were annoying.
Lancer grinned and charged, now he had a real opponent to fight.
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Looking down from where he was sitting on the roof Eragon, in his true appearance watched these two servants fight. He could hear the sound of clashing steel ring out, repeating itself several times in quick succession, as they played the never ending song of battle. He could hear them before he even got to the school, how no one else noticed seemed to be because the campus was large and there was no one here. Standing and moving towards the edge of the building, Eragon hid his presence as he observed the two servants. His eyes locked on the two combatants who were moving with incredible speed, sparks flying as their weapons clashed again and again in a deadly dance of death.
The tall, lithe man dressed in a blue armoured body suit charged, his short spiky hair and ponytail were blown back as he moved with amazing grace and agility that Eragon rarely saw amongst humans. His crimson lance struck out with such speed that it would have been nothing but a blur to a normal human being, too fast for their eyes to see.
His target was the tall man with a similar build, with black armour underneath a red long sleeve coat. In his hands he wielded two short curved blades, blades he brought together, grunting with effort as he blocked the lancer's strike. He brought his weapons to the side to block an incoming follow up attack, which staggered him slightly from the force of the blow.
The one in blue was twirling his lance with frightening ease as he continued his assault but the red clad servant continued to parry the blows. From the look of thing each of those blows hitting the white haired one was slowly doing damage.
'That one's definitely Lancer,' Eragon identified the blue servant, as the red clad servant's two short swords shattered from the next attack, leaving him weapon less. 'But what about you?'
Lancer's next attack came swiftly, a powerful thrust that Eragon was positive would end the fight now that the other servant had been disarmed. He was understandably surprised when the lance was battered aside as the blades that had previously been shattered once more resting in the hands of their master, completely undamaged. Lancer continued his assault, unmoved by the fact that the enemy had somehow armed himself again in seconds.
His eyes widened and Eragon caught himself before he almost released a low whistle in his surprise. He didn't know if this ability at work was a noble phantasm or the servant's own skill. Eragon had no idea what type of class Lancer was fighting. The first class that came to mind was Saber since he seemed to favour melee combat and wielded two short swords, but while he was exceptionally skilled with them something was off about the way he fought. He couldn't quite place what it was, but he just didn't seem to fit the Saber class.
For obvious reasons, Caster, Lancer and Assassin were ruled out.
His master had used the Assassin slot to unnaturally summon him. He was no Assassin, yet Caster had used that available slot to her benefit, bending the rules to her will. It should be impossible for an Assassin to be summoned now, yet this man fit the category better than the others.
Berserker was discarded almost immediately as the man was way too calm and his fighting style held none of the rage or anger that Berserker class warriors embodied.
Archer was briefly considered, but the lack of bow was telling. Melee combat was not something an Archer would engage in unless they had no other option, and while Lancer was agile enough to box an opponent in, Eragon had a feeling that the unknown servant could create more space if needed.
Rider was the next to cross his mind. A possible choice but as with Saber it didn't seem right. With the amount of trouble he was having facing Lancer he'd have summoned his mount to battle, at least that's what Eragon would have done. As the class that excelled at mounted combat it was potentially fatal to not summon his mount in situations like this.
Then again he could be wrong because as a class, Rider is the least predictable. Each of the classes defines the function of the servant summoned, it allows you to see a glimpse of the basic abilities of most of them. Saber always fights with a sword, while Archer will use ranged attacks. Caster uses magic, Berserker charges in with brute strength, Lancer fights with speed and spear, and Assassin hides in the shadows.
The Rider class however, is defined as a hero with a legendary mount. They can use any weapon and skill, all that requires is that they also possess something to 'ride' and it could be anything. It didn't even have to be an animal, it could be a vehicle of some sort. They normally didn't summon needlessly as they have a tendency to be destructive but when a Rider is fighting on foot, the battle would not be at their full potential, and they can sometimes drag the strongest servant into a tie.
Out of all the classes Assassin seemed to fit this one best. While the Assassin class tended to avoid direct combat, preferring to strike from the shadows, they weren't completely useless at it either, even if melee isn't their greatest attribute. They could hold their own in most situations, until they could make their escape. If this servant was summoned under the Assassin class Eragon would think that he had tried and failed to finish Lancer off from the shadows and had been drawn out of hiding.
However as Caster had bent the rules to summon him under the Assassin class he didn't know what to make of this unknown servant. He hadn't shown much of his abilities, at least nothing that really pointed to what his class was. It did look like he was able to form swords with a thought though. From his knowledge of modern magic that sounded like projection, but that would mean he was a magus. That would have made him a Caster class servant but that slot was already filled. Then again it could just be that his weapons have a unique ability, they could be enchanted blades or something similar.
This servant was confusing the hell out of him. It was impossible for him to identify the man at this time, without seeing more of his abilities, which were being expertly hidden.
Eragon sighed, moving his gaze from the clashing servants to the girl off to the side. She was pretty, exceedingly so, even in the darkness, her attractive features were plain to his eyes. The girl and the unknown servant were partners, yet Lancer had been alone as far as he could tell. Though it was unorthodox to engage in combat without a master present to provide support, it did happen on occasion. Particularly if the servant worked better alone enabling them to throw themselves wholeheartedly into a fight without worrying about their link to this world being taken out in the crossfire.
A popular tactic was to avoid a servant and focus on the master, they were weaker and much easier to take out. It was an effective method of winning the war as it reduced the risk of defeat and greatly enhanced chance of victory. As he was summoned under the Assassin class this was what he was expected to do even if it was against his morals.
Eragon sighed again. Looking down at the battle he could see that those two were still at it, even if the one in red looked to be at a disadvantage.
'Should I join the fray or not?' standing on top of the roof he watched, 'Hmmm, well I was ordered not to reveal myself, but I did come here for a reason.' And it might give him more information on the mystery servant.
'Ready, aim,' pointing a finger at the two fighters, 'Brisingr,'
Brisingr, the word for fire in the ancient language, the word he used to perform his first piece of magic. He knew that word, its properties and its power intimately, going so far as to use it burn an entire army. With that single word a small, condensed ball of sapphire blue fire shot out from his finger straight at the servants below. While most of his magic was B rank on average and he could perform magic beyond A+ rank if he had to this attack, a spell he was a master among masters of, was effectively an EX rank blast. Not only did it cost the same amount of mana as his standard spells to create, it was also gonna hurt like hell.
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Lancer was just about to make another charge when he saw the attack coming, a point of blue light, rushing towards both him and his opponent. As a magic user himself, he recognized an attack spell when he saw one, and despite its small size this one was extremely powerful, powerful enough to take both him and red boy out at the same time, despite their magic resistance.
He suddenly disengaged, jumping back a good thirty feet.
Archer was confused for a split second, before the spell blasted the ground right behind him, sending him to the floor badly burned in pain and leaving a large smoking hole in the ground.
Lancer wasn't concerned with Archer anymore, he dashed past Rin heading towards the source of the spell, even he had been slightly burned by it despite his C rank magic resistance. That was an enemy attacking from a distance, and with long distance foes the first shot was never the last. Judging by the fact that it was magic, more powerful than anyone in this era should be capable of, it had to be Caster.
Lancer stopped when he came face to face with a man, one with pointed ears. 'Caster, I presume?'
'You presume correctly Lancer,' replied Eragon, he needed to convince Lancer he was Caster after all, 'are you ready to be cut down?' his stance was a loose one, not revealing any sort of training behind it, but underneath he was a coiled snake, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
'You can try,' grinning, Lancer had to admit, this was a lucky break, two servants in one night. He was now much closer to finishing this stupid scouting mission, and if his little information gathering session against Caster, the class most ill-suited to physical combat, went too far, well that's one less servant to deal with.
Lancer attacked, the tip of his spear becoming a blur of red. In an instant Caster moved, a blue sword appearing in his hand. He parried the spear that was thrust at him with uncanny accuracy and made Lancer take a couple of steps backward. Not giving Lancer a chance to recover from his shock Eragon, with a burst of speed, struck with his sword and grazed the spearman's shoulder.
Grazed is poor term to use, seeing as the blade tore a strip out of Lancer's shoulder as he dodged at the last instant. If he hadn't moved the sword would have sliced completely through his flesh since it went through his armour like it was nothing.
Lancer lowered his lance, 'Argh! Come on man, you use a sword too? For the love of… why the hell aren't you and that other one Saber!?'
'I'm not sure but you sound offended,' Eragon commented.
'Of course I am!' He held up his weapon, 'I'm Lancer, note the fact that I use a lance.' He spun it around and pointed it at Caster. 'I am a Lancer, therefore my noble phantasm, the physical manifestation of the most famous tale that defines me as a hero, is a lance. You don't see me prancing around with a wand do you.'
'I don't use a wand.'
'Well forgive me for my mistake,' mocked Lancer.
'Can we just fight already,' Eragon said as he threw his free hand up and blasted Lancer into the wall with bone crunching impact.
The blue spearman pulled himself out of the wall and hurled himself at the sword wielding Caster. A Lancer was reportedly the fastest of all the servants, but when he bounded towards the Caster, who apparently knew his way around a sword and got within range, he almost died for it. This servant's speed exceeded his own, if he didn't know better he would swear this was Saber he was fighting, he was certainly strong enough and had at least some skill to back it up. His blue sword blurred and swiped towards him, it was only due to his instincts honed by countless battles that he was able to block his lethal strikes. Lancer would block the strike heading for one area and then the blade would be withdrawn and slashed at another vital area. He had to block all these strikes while avoiding getting hit by Caster's flame covered free hand, he already had burns from where it grazed his arm.
As the servants leaped away from each other Lancer touched the wounds on his left rib and shoulder. They trickled blood, but would not hinder his movements aside from the minimal pain.
'You're tougher than you look,' Eragon commented.
'And you are not acting like a Caster at all,' the pissed off servant in blue yelled. 'You're supposed to blast things with magic not swing around a stupid sword.'
Eragon clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword firmly. 'Did you just call my sword stupid,' he stepped forward and unleashed a flurry of blows that would make any blade master weep with envy.
Lancer was pushed back on the defensive, the strength behind the Caster's sword swings was immense and he knew he'd just pissed this guy off. The speed and power behind the blows, and the fact that more magic was being used and actually hurting him, said that his opponent was holding back earlier. While before Lancer was able to match him in strength and skill, now he was out classed in almost all areas. Even while swinging his sword like a madman Eragon still showed extensive swordsmanship expertise, enough to classify him as Saber with ease.
'For a Caster his strength is greater than my own,' Lancer thought.
He was being beating senseless despite putting all his effort into defending but he wouldn't stop grinning. Here was an opponent that he would have to go all out on just to survive, damn this was fun.
Deciding to try a different tactic he used his free hand to form runes in the air at a rapid pace. The surroundings temperature dropped a few degrees as all the heat had been transferred to one location.
'Burn, you asshole,' he declared, as the rune array activated.
A torrent of fire leaped out from the runes raging towards Eragon who didn't even bother to move completely. He just leaned out of the way causing the fire to impact against his shoulder, he stumbled slightly but quickly regained his balance.
The Irish spear wielder twitched. 'Great, just my luck. Not only are you a Caster who's strong as fuck and can use a sword, but also resistant to magic. You have got to be kidding me.'
Eragon smiled 'I thought we already established I'm not your average Caster,'
Without waiting for a reply he dashed as Lancer who dodged the sword, then barely blocked a flaming punch then ended up getting kicked with what felt like more than A rank strength. The sole of his opponent's boot thundered into his abdomen, tossing him away like a rag doll. Rolling across the ground he leaped away, narrowly avoiding a strike that would have taken off his head. Before he could ready a strike a fire coated fist slammed into him hard enough to break half his ribs and rupture an organ or two.
He'd launched dozens of attacks throughout this fight, all done with skill born of countless battles and all he managed to do was give Caster a few minor cuts. He had his pride as a warrior, and he would not stand for this.
Faking an attack to the right he managed to open up a gash on Eragon's left arm. He got some satisfaction as the 'not doing things the way he should' Caster winced as the warm blood beginning to flow down his arm. The wound healed up when Eragon ran his finger over it.
Lancer's muscles tightened further, showing him preparing to fight an opponent who was obviously a force to be reckoned with considering the damage he'd dealt. He broke the first rule of combat, never underestimate your opponent, and look at him now, beat up, injured and having the most fun he's had since he was summoned.
He leapt into action as Eragon dove for him, the sword user barely managing to deflect his attack as the spearhead sliced right past his face and almost gouged his eye out. Swinging his sword quickly Eragon whipped it through the air before Lancer raised his spear, their weapons colliding with a loud crack that echoed across the campus. Eragon winced as he had the wind knocked out of him as Lancer sank a foot into his stomach, knocking him away from the spear wielder as he brought the spear around, the tip flashing right past his face. As Lancer swung it down at him, spinning and bringing it around once more, pain lashed out across Eragon's face as the crimson spearhead tore his face open, blood splashing out across the roof.
Staring at the smug looking Lancer, Eragon raised his hand to trace the gushing wound that started next to his left eye and moved down across his face to end on his jawline on the right side of his face. He ran a hand across the wound, the gash slowly stitching itself together again, the skin smoothing out as he narrowed his eyes at Lancer.
A glint of crimson made Eragon react instantly, snatching the spear from the air as it was thrust at his face. He hit Lancer with a spinning kick, burying his ankle into his neck hard enough to launch him into the floor. Spinning the stolen spear he looked down at Lancer.
'Is that really all you got?' Eragon said with a grin, while he may not show it he loved to fight as much as Lancer did.
Eragon spun the spear in his hands and threw it back to its owner, the weapon pierced the rooftop between his feet.
As Lancer's hand wrapped around the crimson shaft of his spear, Eragon pointed at him and a loud thunderclap filled the air as a single lightning bolt shot down to hit the spear, arcing into Lancer's body, lifting him off the ground. That didn't keep him down for long as he was back up and swinging his spear in moments.
Eragon twisted his body to avoid a serious hit from the spear but it still hit his midsection, tossing him backward and off the ground with the blow. Righting himself in mid-air Eragon blasted weak fireball at Lancer who knocked it aside with his spear, however the follow up attack didn't registered until it was too late.
The tall, lithe man dressed in a blue armoured body suit charged, his short spiky hair and ponytail were blown back as he moved with amazing grace and agility that Eragon rarely saw amongst humans. His crimson lance struck out with such speed that it would have been nothing but a blur to a normal human being, too fast for their eyes to see.
His target was the tall man with a similar build, with black armour underneath a red long sleeve coat. In his hands he wielded two short curved blades, blades he brought together, grunting with effort as he blocked the lancer's strike. He brought his weapons to the side to block an incoming follow up attack, which staggered him slightly from the force of the blow.
The one in blue was twirling his lance with frightening ease as he continued his assault but the red clad servant continued to parry the blows. From the look of thing each of those blows hitting the white haired one was slowly doing damage.
'That one's definitely Lancer,' Eragon identified the blue servant, as the red clad servant's two short swords shattered from the next attack, leaving him weapon less. 'But what about you?'
Lancer's next attack came swiftly, a powerful thrust that Eragon was positive would end the fight now that the other servant had been disarmed. He was understandably surprised when the lance was battered aside as the blades that had previously been shattered once more resting in the hands of their master, completely undamaged. Lancer continued his assault, unmoved by the fact that the enemy had somehow armed himself again in seconds.
His eyes widened and Eragon caught himself before he almost released a low whistle in his surprise. He didn't know if this ability at work was a noble phantasm or the servant's own skill. Eragon had no idea what type of class Lancer was fighting. The first class that came to mind was Saber since he seemed to favour melee combat and wielded two short swords, but while he was exceptionally skilled with them something was off about the way he fought. He couldn't quite place what it was, but he just didn't seem to fit the Saber class.
For obvious reasons, Caster, Lancer and Assassin were ruled out.
His master had used the Assassin slot to unnaturally summon him. He was no Assassin, yet Caster had used that available slot to her benefit, bending the rules to her will. It should be impossible for an Assassin to be summoned now, yet this man fit the category better than the others.
Berserker was discarded almost immediately as the man was way too calm and his fighting style held none of the rage or anger that Berserker class warriors embodied.
Archer was briefly considered, but the lack of bow was telling. Melee combat was not something an Archer would engage in unless they had no other option, and while Lancer was agile enough to box an opponent in, Eragon had a feeling that the unknown servant could create more space if needed.
Rider was the next to cross his mind. A possible choice but as with Saber it didn't seem right. With the amount of trouble he was having facing Lancer he'd have summoned his mount to battle, at least that's what Eragon would have done. As the class that excelled at mounted combat it was potentially fatal to not summon his mount in situations like this.
Then again he could be wrong because as a class, Rider is the least predictable. Each of the classes defines the function of the servant summoned, it allows you to see a glimpse of the basic abilities of most of them. Saber always fights with a sword, while Archer will use ranged attacks. Caster uses magic, Berserker charges in with brute strength, Lancer fights with speed and spear, and Assassin hides in the shadows.
The Rider class however, is defined as a hero with a legendary mount. They can use any weapon and skill, all that requires is that they also possess something to 'ride' and it could be anything. It didn't even have to be an animal, it could be a vehicle of some sort. They normally didn't summon needlessly as they have a tendency to be destructive but when a Rider is fighting on foot, the battle would not be at their full potential, and they can sometimes drag the strongest servant into a tie.
Out of all the classes Assassin seemed to fit this one best. While the Assassin class tended to avoid direct combat, preferring to strike from the shadows, they weren't completely useless at it either, even if melee isn't their greatest attribute. They could hold their own in most situations, until they could make their escape. If this servant was summoned under the Assassin class Eragon would think that he had tried and failed to finish Lancer off from the shadows and had been drawn out of hiding.
However as Caster had bent the rules to summon him under the Assassin class he didn't know what to make of this unknown servant. He hadn't shown much of his abilities, at least nothing that really pointed to what his class was. It did look like he was able to form swords with a thought though. From his knowledge of modern magic that sounded like projection, but that would mean he was a magus. That would have made him a Caster class servant but that slot was already filled. Then again it could just be that his weapons have a unique ability, they could be enchanted blades or something similar.
This servant was confusing the hell out of him. It was impossible for him to identify the man at this time, without seeing more of his abilities, which were being expertly hidden.
Eragon sighed, moving his gaze from the clashing servants to the girl off to the side. She was pretty, exceedingly so, even in the darkness, her attractive features were plain to his eyes. The girl and the unknown servant were partners, yet Lancer had been alone as far as he could tell. Though it was unorthodox to engage in combat without a master present to provide support, it did happen on occasion. Particularly if the servant worked better alone enabling them to throw themselves wholeheartedly into a fight without worrying about their link to this world being taken out in the crossfire.
A popular tactic was to avoid a servant and focus on the master, they were weaker and much easier to take out. It was an effective method of winning the war as it reduced the risk of defeat and greatly enhanced chance of victory. As he was summoned under the Assassin class this was what he was expected to do even if it was against his morals.
Eragon sighed again. Looking down at the battle he could see that those two were still at it, even if the one in red looked to be at a disadvantage.
'Should I join the fray or not?' standing on top of the roof he watched, 'Hmmm, well I was ordered not to reveal myself, but I did come here for a reason.' And it might give him more information on the mystery servant.
'Ready, aim,' pointing a finger at the two fighters, 'Brisingr,'
Brisingr, the word for fire in the ancient language, the word he used to perform his first piece of magic. He knew that word, its properties and its power intimately, going so far as to use it burn an entire army. With that single word a small, condensed ball of sapphire blue fire shot out from his finger straight at the servants below. While most of his magic was B rank on average and he could perform magic beyond A+ rank if he had to this attack, a spell he was a master among masters of, was effectively an EX rank blast. Not only did it cost the same amount of mana as his standard spells to create, it was also gonna hurt like hell.
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Lancer was just about to make another charge when he saw the attack coming, a point of blue light, rushing towards both him and his opponent. As a magic user himself, he recognized an attack spell when he saw one, and despite its small size this one was extremely powerful, powerful enough to take both him and red boy out at the same time, despite their magic resistance.
He suddenly disengaged, jumping back a good thirty feet.
Archer was confused for a split second, before the spell blasted the ground right behind him, sending him to the floor badly burned in pain and leaving a large smoking hole in the ground.
Lancer wasn't concerned with Archer anymore, he dashed past Rin heading towards the source of the spell, even he had been slightly burned by it despite his C rank magic resistance. That was an enemy attacking from a distance, and with long distance foes the first shot was never the last. Judging by the fact that it was magic, more powerful than anyone in this era should be capable of, it had to be Caster.
Lancer stopped when he came face to face with a man, one with pointed ears. 'Caster, I presume?'
'You presume correctly Lancer,' replied Eragon, he needed to convince Lancer he was Caster after all, 'are you ready to be cut down?' his stance was a loose one, not revealing any sort of training behind it, but underneath he was a coiled snake, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
'You can try,' grinning, Lancer had to admit, this was a lucky break, two servants in one night. He was now much closer to finishing this stupid scouting mission, and if his little information gathering session against Caster, the class most ill-suited to physical combat, went too far, well that's one less servant to deal with.
Lancer attacked, the tip of his spear becoming a blur of red. In an instant Caster moved, a blue sword appearing in his hand. He parried the spear that was thrust at him with uncanny accuracy and made Lancer take a couple of steps backward. Not giving Lancer a chance to recover from his shock Eragon, with a burst of speed, struck with his sword and grazed the spearman's shoulder.
Grazed is poor term to use, seeing as the blade tore a strip out of Lancer's shoulder as he dodged at the last instant. If he hadn't moved the sword would have sliced completely through his flesh since it went through his armour like it was nothing.
Lancer lowered his lance, 'Argh! Come on man, you use a sword too? For the love of… why the hell aren't you and that other one Saber!?'
'I'm not sure but you sound offended,' Eragon commented.
'Of course I am!' He held up his weapon, 'I'm Lancer, note the fact that I use a lance.' He spun it around and pointed it at Caster. 'I am a Lancer, therefore my noble phantasm, the physical manifestation of the most famous tale that defines me as a hero, is a lance. You don't see me prancing around with a wand do you.'
'I don't use a wand.'
'Well forgive me for my mistake,' mocked Lancer.
'Can we just fight already,' Eragon said as he threw his free hand up and blasted Lancer into the wall with bone crunching impact.
The blue spearman pulled himself out of the wall and hurled himself at the sword wielding Caster. A Lancer was reportedly the fastest of all the servants, but when he bounded towards the Caster, who apparently knew his way around a sword and got within range, he almost died for it. This servant's speed exceeded his own, if he didn't know better he would swear this was Saber he was fighting, he was certainly strong enough and had at least some skill to back it up. His blue sword blurred and swiped towards him, it was only due to his instincts honed by countless battles that he was able to block his lethal strikes. Lancer would block the strike heading for one area and then the blade would be withdrawn and slashed at another vital area. He had to block all these strikes while avoiding getting hit by Caster's flame covered free hand, he already had burns from where it grazed his arm.
As the servants leaped away from each other Lancer touched the wounds on his left rib and shoulder. They trickled blood, but would not hinder his movements aside from the minimal pain.
'You're tougher than you look,' Eragon commented.
'And you are not acting like a Caster at all,' the pissed off servant in blue yelled. 'You're supposed to blast things with magic not swing around a stupid sword.'
Eragon clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword firmly. 'Did you just call my sword stupid,' he stepped forward and unleashed a flurry of blows that would make any blade master weep with envy.
Lancer was pushed back on the defensive, the strength behind the Caster's sword swings was immense and he knew he'd just pissed this guy off. The speed and power behind the blows, and the fact that more magic was being used and actually hurting him, said that his opponent was holding back earlier. While before Lancer was able to match him in strength and skill, now he was out classed in almost all areas. Even while swinging his sword like a madman Eragon still showed extensive swordsmanship expertise, enough to classify him as Saber with ease.
'For a Caster his strength is greater than my own,' Lancer thought.
He was being beating senseless despite putting all his effort into defending but he wouldn't stop grinning. Here was an opponent that he would have to go all out on just to survive, damn this was fun.
Deciding to try a different tactic he used his free hand to form runes in the air at a rapid pace. The surroundings temperature dropped a few degrees as all the heat had been transferred to one location.
'Burn, you asshole,' he declared, as the rune array activated.
A torrent of fire leaped out from the runes raging towards Eragon who didn't even bother to move completely. He just leaned out of the way causing the fire to impact against his shoulder, he stumbled slightly but quickly regained his balance.
The Irish spear wielder twitched. 'Great, just my luck. Not only are you a Caster who's strong as fuck and can use a sword, but also resistant to magic. You have got to be kidding me.'
Eragon smiled 'I thought we already established I'm not your average Caster,'
Without waiting for a reply he dashed as Lancer who dodged the sword, then barely blocked a flaming punch then ended up getting kicked with what felt like more than A rank strength. The sole of his opponent's boot thundered into his abdomen, tossing him away like a rag doll. Rolling across the ground he leaped away, narrowly avoiding a strike that would have taken off his head. Before he could ready a strike a fire coated fist slammed into him hard enough to break half his ribs and rupture an organ or two.
He'd launched dozens of attacks throughout this fight, all done with skill born of countless battles and all he managed to do was give Caster a few minor cuts. He had his pride as a warrior, and he would not stand for this.
Faking an attack to the right he managed to open up a gash on Eragon's left arm. He got some satisfaction as the 'not doing things the way he should' Caster winced as the warm blood beginning to flow down his arm. The wound healed up when Eragon ran his finger over it.
Lancer's muscles tightened further, showing him preparing to fight an opponent who was obviously a force to be reckoned with considering the damage he'd dealt. He broke the first rule of combat, never underestimate your opponent, and look at him now, beat up, injured and having the most fun he's had since he was summoned.
He leapt into action as Eragon dove for him, the sword user barely managing to deflect his attack as the spearhead sliced right past his face and almost gouged his eye out. Swinging his sword quickly Eragon whipped it through the air before Lancer raised his spear, their weapons colliding with a loud crack that echoed across the campus. Eragon winced as he had the wind knocked out of him as Lancer sank a foot into his stomach, knocking him away from the spear wielder as he brought the spear around, the tip flashing right past his face. As Lancer swung it down at him, spinning and bringing it around once more, pain lashed out across Eragon's face as the crimson spearhead tore his face open, blood splashing out across the roof.
Staring at the smug looking Lancer, Eragon raised his hand to trace the gushing wound that started next to his left eye and moved down across his face to end on his jawline on the right side of his face. He ran a hand across the wound, the gash slowly stitching itself together again, the skin smoothing out as he narrowed his eyes at Lancer.
A glint of crimson made Eragon react instantly, snatching the spear from the air as it was thrust at his face. He hit Lancer with a spinning kick, burying his ankle into his neck hard enough to launch him into the floor. Spinning the stolen spear he looked down at Lancer.
'Is that really all you got?' Eragon said with a grin, while he may not show it he loved to fight as much as Lancer did.
Eragon spun the spear in his hands and threw it back to its owner, the weapon pierced the rooftop between his feet.
As Lancer's hand wrapped around the crimson shaft of his spear, Eragon pointed at him and a loud thunderclap filled the air as a single lightning bolt shot down to hit the spear, arcing into Lancer's body, lifting him off the ground. That didn't keep him down for long as he was back up and swinging his spear in moments.
Eragon twisted his body to avoid a serious hit from the spear but it still hit his midsection, tossing him backward and off the ground with the blow. Righting himself in mid-air Eragon blasted weak fireball at Lancer who knocked it aside with his spear, however the follow up attack didn't registered until it was too late.
Eragon reeled his free hand back for a punch and Lancer was only barely able to bring his left arm back up to guard against it. His forearm took the brunt of the punch, which hurt like hell, knocking the lance user backward. He wasn't expecting such power in the slender athletic form but considering the strength he'd show so far it wasn't much of a surprise.
As he landed in a slightly unbalanced stance Eragon struck with his sword, his arm swiped forward aiming for Lancer's torso. It didn't have the desired result as the blue clad servant rolled back causing the sword to cut a thin line in Lancer's chest.
The spearman responded with a wild thrust aimed at the sword user's heart, but Eragon turned his torso to the right causing the spear to fly by where his chest had just been.
Eragon didn't hesitate as he blasted Lancer off the roof and back to the courtyard where he'd faced the red servant, who was still lying there, he jumped down after him a second later. Making use of his superior speed he charged at Lancer and lashed out with his sword fully intending to take his head off and if that failed, blast him into nothing.
'What the hell is with you!' the spearman shouted as he dodged another blow, his eyes were visibly twitching.
His foe didn't reply, instead he sidestepped a spear thrust and slammed into the spearman with the force of a cannonball. A flick of his sword and a punch later, and Lancer was effectively disarmed as Gae Bolg had been knocked from his grasp, Lancer found himself defenceless. He staggered up from the ground, bleeding from his mouth where the punch had connected while his spear was in the hands of the other servant.
He made full use of his agility as he leaped over Eragon and was going to retrieve his weapon from above but the half elf would have none of that. His hand snapped upwards and backhanded Lancer with enough force to send him crashing to the ground.
Eragon sank the toes of his black boots into the Lancer's family jewels, making him collapse to the ground clutching his gonads.
'You aren't a bad opponent Lancer,' Eragon said leaning on the spear, 'but if you can't beat me then you really won't be able to beat the other servants now will you.'
He tossed the spear back to the now standing Lancer who deftly caught it and assumed a stance. Despite his injuries, and crushed nuts, he didn't give the feeling that he was out of the fight just yet.
'Why are you giving this back when you could have finished me,' Lancer was confused and he wasn't the only one, Rin and her servant also wondered why this strange servant didn't finish off Lancer when he had the chance.
'Because this is just so much fun,' smirked the half elf.
Both servants who could still stand grinned and they were just about to start fighting again when a red haired walked around the corner. Shirou Emiya, the person who has the worst timing in the world.
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The three servants and one master stared at him.
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'Umm,' Shirou looked at the situation, 'am I interrupting something?'
'Great, just great,' Lancer sighed, 'we're going to have to put our fight on hold right now, we have a witness. I hope you're happy kid, you ruined my fun and now I have to kill you.'
Shirou's survival skills kicked in and he ran straight past them, dashing into the school at near inhuman speeds.
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'Well that was fast,' Lancer pulled back his lance, 'Well, I guess I'll see you later and we can continue our fight. I definitely think you could be Saber with the way you fight.'
He dashed off in the same direction as the boy.
'Well Lancer just ran off to kill a kid so I suggest you go stop him,' Eragon said to Rin, his sword disappearing from his hand.
'Just who the hell are you anyway,' Rin asked.
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'Caster.'
'Oh I see. Wait. What?'
'I'll see you two later, maybe then I can fight your servant. Oh this will help.'
With a quick spell he healed Archer and turned to leave, only to be stopped by Rin.
'Why did you do that?' asked a very confused Rin. This was the Holy Grail war where servants were meant to fight each other to the death, and yet this one not only gave Lancer his weapon back when he was down but also healed her servant. She didn't know what he was playing at by doing this. He had the perfect opportunity to take out two servant in one night and he let one go and healed the other.
'I'm not about to leave a pretty little thing like you out here all alone, not with a servant that can't fight anyway. Don't forget to save that boy.' He walked off leaving a blushing Rin behind.