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"Revealing yourself to the enemy, even with the element of surprise." Saber stroked his chin again, nodding. "How extremely arrogant and foolhardy. I agree, however, that the tactic itself was quite low." He turned around to apologize to his master with clasped hands. Ciel just puffed out her cheeks before sticking out her tongue. He then turned back with his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I wouldn't mind a spar, instead. After all, I'm more of a duelist than a trapper." Lancer sat there, chewing on her snack before turning to her Master. "So, what do you think of a spar? I could stand to stretch my legs," "If we spar, it would be best if we went directly for the kill, to thin out enemy numbers. Maybe." "I gueeeeeess so...," Lancer muttered. "I'm not sure if I can, but I'll try to make it happen," "If we can't kill them, we should make them allies after a sparring match." Misaki hopped doown from the tree first, the bags in her hands rattling loudly as she made a shaky landing. From within the bags, bones that added up to one whole human skeleton minus a skull rised up, before surrounding Misaki like a half-assed suit of armor. The matching skull, meanwhile, hovered just behind Misaki's shoulder. "Yeah, that's still vaguely demonic," Lancer stated as she slipped into a stance, holding out her hands, as a simple red bo staff materialized in her hands. "Servant, Lancer will be your opponent today!" She called out as she dashed at Saber, spinning her staff and jabbing it at Saber's gut. "Galahad of the Round Table..." the Rider shifted in his stance ever so slightly, his grip tightening on the sword. "I'm honored to be mistaken for such a legendary knight, but I apologize, good sir, that is not me," Rider admitted. "Call me but a petty thief, but this is Galahad's sword, not mine," "If you were Galahad, you wouldn't lie, especially not about something like that, so it seems I have no choice but to believe you," Caster stated with a sigh, spinning his staff. "And here I was feeling so proud of myself," He dashed forward, swinging his staff in a wide arc, which Rider easily blocked. However, Caster threw out a kick, hitting the stomach of the Rider and pushing him back. Rider quickly recovered, but before he could press the attack, Caster held out his hand, and three balls of energy formed behind him, each firing off at Rider, one at a time. Rider sliced the first one with his sword, before moving to the side and dodging the second one, and doing an adept flip over the last one, closing the distance between the two with every dodge. He landed from his flip and swung downwards towards Caster, who simply backed away. The sword crashed into the floor, kicking up dust and shattering the tile, debris flying into the air. Caster swiped some of the debris out of the air and leapt back, putting more distance between the two fighters. As this all happened, Akira just watched the two fighting, his face emotionless. He still made no move towards Souta, more interested in how the fight was going. At this late night hour, not many people were around, but those that were all stopped to watch the fight, some people clamoring about a movie filming or something of the like. However, everyone suddenly stopped, filled with curiosity to the sudden booming noise that came from above them, echoing across the whole mall. The fighting between the two servants stopped as well, another loud boom being heard. "I don't like this...," Rider muttered, to which Caster agreed, both of their gazes turning to their masters. One final loud boom was heard, and glass and chunks of the ceiling suddenly rained down on the crowds below, as a figure suddenly crashed in front of the two masters. The Final Class The man that had landed in front of them was tall, so tall he towered over everyone in the mall, standing over eight feet tall. His skin was dark, suggesting he was of African descent, and his body could easily be describe as 'all muscle'. He wore no shirt, leaving his chest bare for all to see. He had overalls, however, the straps covering his nipples, thankfully protecting the minds of the young children. His hair was short, done in a buzz cut, and on his shoes were heavy duty boots. "It's time to get to work!" He announced, his voice deep and booming. In his hand appeared a giant sledgehammer, and he swung at the two masters horizontally. "Master!" The other two servants called out. Caster pulled out a harp, and quickly strummed it. Akira's world suddenly slowed down, and he could clearly see the hammer coming his way. He leapt up, landing on the sledgehammer and kicked off it, getting distance between him and the new man. Souta was not so lucky. However, before the hammer could hit him, Rider threw out his hand and yelled, "Obscurant Wall of Chalk!!" A barrier suddenly appeared around the Master of Rider, one that stopped the hammer cold in its tracks. "Seems like the sneak attack was a failure...," a new voice called out from behind them. There stood a boy, looking only a little older than Souta. He wore a long sleeved black shirt with jeans, with fingerless gloves and a black hat covering his white hair. "I guess we should introduce ourselves then...," He said, his voice sounding disinterested. "I am Drake Mercury... and that is Berserker...," "Aw, c'mon! Y'aint about to leave this old soul drinkin' all by his lonesome self, are ya?" He said, shaking his head as he turned back towards the bar. "I'll go get us a table." Astoria sighed to herself as she followed the Heroic Spirit inside of the bar. The bar almost looked like it was out of some B movie, with shady people sitting in shady places, chugging on their drinks. She felt really out of place here, with her prim and proper attitude. She sat at the table Archer had picked for them, watching as he ordered a drink from the bar. She sighed and stared at the wall, hoping to ignore everyone else, but it seemed it wouldn't be that easy. "Hey, baby... whazza pretty gurl like yaself doin' in a bar like this?" Some of the more drunk patrons were standing by her, leering at her and undressing her with their eyes. She groaned and laid her head on the table. "Save me Archer...," She muttered.

 "I'm honored to be mistaken for such a legendary knight, but I apologize, good sir, that is not me. Call me but a petty thief, but this is Galahad's sword, not mine." "If you were Galahad, you wouldn't lie, especially not about something like that, so it seems I have no choice but to believe you. And here I was feeling so proud of myself." As quickly as the supposed guess of Rider's identity appeared, it was dismissed in the next moment. But if this "Lancer" knew that the blade was indeed Galahad's sword, or more accurately, the "Lancer's" sword...then who was he? Research may have to be done on what blade Galahad happened to wield...but something that can easily be done later. he thought, still watching the battle take place, still doing his best to eye the "Lancer's" Master who seemed more interested in the battle. Then...it happened. A loud boom...and then another...and then another...before now a rather large man of African descent landed before him and the Master of Lancer, before noticing the giant sledgehammer now appearing in his hand. Souta's eyes began to go wide at this point. "It's time to get to work!" "Master!" Souta felt himself tensing up for a moment. He could see the "Lancer" pulling out some sort of harp and strummed it, before seeing his Master now jumping out of the way via the sledgehammer almost like it was nothing. Him on the other hand, he could see the sledgehammer getting closer and closer to him. He barely had anytime...in fact he had no time whatsoever. Not a single moment to cast any of his Wind or Fire magic. "Obscurant Wall of Chalk!!" The young man heard Rider call this out, and suddenly watched as a strange barrier began to form and materialize around him. He was also surprised by how well this barrier worked, as the hammer this large man swung was stopped even before it ever hit him. "T-Thanks for the save...Rider..." Souta said to Rider, before beginning to back away from this newcomer. However he was only the first. "Seems like the sneak attack was a failure...I guess we should introduce ourselves then...I am Drake Mercury... and that is Berserker..." "B-Berserker?!" Souta exclaimed, already moving back towards Rider. Damnit...I wasn't expecting us to see the Berserker class Servant yet! Tch...just my damn luck. He looked at Drake Mercury and his Servant before looking over at Rider. "Rider...not sure if this will go well at all. Should we make a retreat? I wasn't anticipating the Berserker Servant to pop out of nowhere at this point...the others, that's something we could handle...Berserkers? I highly doubt it." "I'm sorry Master, but retreating is not in the cards. I am a knight first and foremost, and I can not allow him to run rampant," Rider rushed over, his sword catching the light and shining as he leapt over the Berserker, landing right in front of the giant. "Have at you!" He swung his sword at Berserker, aiming at one of his legs, but before the sword connected, a hammer hit him in the side and sent him flying across the mall. "RIDER!!!" Souta shouted, watching the knight being sent flying across the mall. "Damnit..." He now had two options: either run after Rider to check on his Servant...or act like a fool and possibly get killed in the process in attack Berserker. Of course, he chose the option in where he would live. Souta began to run in the direction Rider was sent flying....not knowing what was about to befall him. "Berserker," Drake said simply. The mountain of a man turned, and took a mighty leap into the air, hammer poised to crush Souta like a bug. Before he even got close however, a piece of debris streaked through the air, nailing Berserker in the face and throwing him off course. "Oops, my hand slipped," Caster stated as he bounced some more debris in his hand. Berserker growled and charged at Caster, like a train rushing at a small rabbit. Caster, however, pulled out his harp once more and began to strum it expertly, a soothing song filling the air. Berserker slowed down, listening to the music. "What a pretty song...," the giant said, closing his eyes and sitting down. "This won't last forever, so you better hurry!" Caster called out. "...thank you." Souta simply said, nodding at the "Lancer". He didn't know why he suddenly helped him out like this, but he did figure...Berserker was the larger threat at this point. With Berserker out of commission for the moment, Souta made a mad dash in the direction of Rider. Rider had landed in some sort of sporting store, the armored man dusting himself off and standing up. "What a strong man. He must have done something incredible in life to have earned such strength...," Souta sighed, seeing Rider dusting himself off as he shook his head. "Most likely, but at the moment, "Lancer" has him subdued." he began to explain. "If he didn't, I most likely wouldn't have made it to you. Now, what is your plan of dealing with him? Running back out there and strike at him again?" "Of course not," Rider stated as he looked at one of the walls. "I am Rider after all... It is time to fight like it," he grabbed a skateboard off the wall and ran off. "I shall return this!" He called out to a worker before he jumped up, landing on the skateboard and rolled towards his target. "R-Rider!!" Souta shouted after the knight, watching him return towards the group with a skateboard. He let out a sigh as he placed his hand on his face. ...what even? he thought, before running after the knight yet again. "I must say, my man," Berserker suddenly said to Caster. "You play such beautiful music. Why, if you were with us back in the day, I'm sure we would gave gotten our work done a hundred times faster!" Berserker's face was calm and gentle, looking like a kind man instead of the scary monster he was being not even a minute ago. "Well, thank you. This is just one of the gifts God gave to me," "Oh, a man of God? Well then, lemme say, it's an honor to meet you," Berserker said, extending his hand for a handshake. Caster looked at it, and tentatively reached out, shaking the mighty man's Drake sighed as he watched his Berserker being subdued by the magic music. "Berserker," Drake stated. "It's time to get to work." At the word "work", Berserker's face suddenly changed, snapping from the kind man back into the ferocious monster. With a roar, he lifted Caster into the air, squeezing his hand and causing Caster to cry out in pain. "Berserker!" Rider called out, using his foot to propel himself forward. Berserker turned, roaring at Rider and throwing Caster at him. Rider simply performed a flip kick, lifting himself into the air and catching Caster, who he placed on the ground the moment he touched the floor again. Berserker, who didn't seem so happy about that, looked around, finding a car that was on display. He walked over, picking it up and throwing it at Rider. Rider simply leapt into the air, leaving the skateboard on the ground as he landed on the car. He then gathered his energy and took a massive leap off the car, the force of his takeoff forcing the car to smash back into the ground, far away from anyone else. Despite his heavy armor, Rider began to deftly spin in the air, before gracefully landing back on the skateboard as it rolled out from under the car. Enraged, Berserker simply took his hammer and wound up, spinning it while aiming. After a few tense seconds, Berserker threw it with all his might at Rider, the hammer flying across the mall like a missile. Rider simply put his foot down and pushed forward again, having his skateboard speed up to meet the hammer. When they threatened to collide with each other, Rider performed another kick-flip with his skateboard, this time landing on the handle of the hammer, which he began to grind on for a second before leaping off into the air again, spinning with the skateboard. "Invisible... Air!" He called out as a sudden burst of wind propelled him forward, allowing him to fly across the mall and smash into Berserker's face, skateboard first. He then kicked off the board, landing on the ground. Souta, needless to say, stood there dumbfounded at the display that Rider did with this skateboard. But what truly got him...was the declaration of the ability Invisible Air. That was a Wind magic type...which actually got his gears turning. "A-Amazing..." Berserker grabbed the skateboard on his face and threw it to the side, roaring as he went to grapple with Rider. Rider reached out, locking his hands with Berserker's as they struggled to overpower the other... A contest Rider was sorely losing, as Berserker began to push him back effortlessly. Tch...this is getting us nowhere... Souta thought, gritting his teeth slightly. In a game and contest of strength, Rider doesn't stand a chance against Berserker...I may have to assist him...just as soon as I get an opening.