Chapter 3- First Night, First Blood
"Hah, you've got a good head on your shoulders girlie. I like that about you. A pity I'll have to take it." Lancer said, scarlet eyes narrowing dangerously. He shrugged the spear off his shoulders and outstretched it to the side threateningly, flames of crimson coating the blade.
Rin's keen eyes darted eagle-like across the school roof, surveying the terrain for any possibility of retreat. To the right, a fence. To the left, another fence. In front and behind, more fences. It was no use, they were closed in on all four sides. Fighting a Servant in such close quarters like this would be nothing short of suicide. She had to get away, but how? "Oh?" Lancer spoke up, looking down on her from his perch like a hawk inspecting its prey. "You may not look like much, but I can tell by your eyes that you've been scanning for an escape route just now. Clever girl." he said. "Now die."
With a single effortless movement Lancer sprung from his perch atop the roof's entrance and tumbled through the air, spear twirling madly around him. Rin didn't have to think twice. She whirled around and bolted for the roof's edge. 'Ten paces, five paces, just a little bit more and-
' Rin's thoughts were interupted when Lancer hit the ground directly behind her, spear twirling in a lazy arc to take off her head in one fell swoop.
Rin narrowly ducked the blow, her body careening along the ground in a clumsy roll and only barely getting back to her feet in time to dodge several more spear swings. Lancer was holding back on her, she knew. If he got serious, she'd be dead five times over by now. The magus in her hated the thought of someone not taking her seriously as an opponent, while the girl in her was merely glad that she still had all her limbs intact so far.
"Es Ist Groß
." Rin's Magic Circuits sprung to life as she poured mana into her legs, azure runes of power surging along the limber appendages. "Est Ist Kleine
!" She kicked off the ground with impossible force, a brief explosion of blue energy propelling her forward enough to briefly outpace her inhuman persuer. "Vox Gott Es Atlas
!" She finished her chant, a final burst of mana vaulting her over the fence that enclosed the roof.
"Archer- the landing!" Rin shouted as she hurtled towards the ground. All those tricks she pulled back there wouldn't do her much good if they ended up with her becoming an unlucky stain on the pavement below. [Got it, Master.] her Servant said, materializing on the ground below her with arms outstretched to catch the falling girl in his arms bridal-style.
...Or, at least that's what he intended to happen. You see, Misogi had slightly miscalculated his catch and instead of landing romantically into his arms, Rin simply landed on
him. [Oof.] Misogi wheezed, the air pressed out of his lungs and his ribcage feeling like it just lodged itself in some rather uncomfortable spots. At least he succeeded in cushioning her with his body, turning what would have been a lethal fall into what would just leave some minor bruises in the morning.
[Geez, you're awfully heavy Master. Have you been not watching your weight or-] Rin exploded. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?! Anyways, it's your fault for messing up the landing! Stupid good-for-nothing Servant..."
she mumbled under her breath, blushing slightly despite herself.
[Sorry, sorry. Now can you please get off me?] Misogi groaned. [Not that you're heavy or anything.] he added quickly. [Because you're not.]
In all fairness to Misogi; while Rin was hardly what anyone would call 'fat', someone's height always seems a more shall we say, 'pressing' concern when that someone is literally pressing you into the pavement.
"R-right. Sorry." Rin apologized, dismounting her Servant and quickly helping him back to his feet, wincing at the sickening snapping noises as his bones reset back into place. "You okay?" she asked, trying to hide the worry in her voice. [Right as rain!] Misogi chirped. [Although when I fantasized about getting crushed under a cute girl, this wasn't quite how I'd imagined it...] he trailled off.
"...Not even touching that with a ten-foot pole." Rin said, pulling her hand back from Misogi as quickly as she'd extended it, her relieved expression replaced with one of mild disgust.
Suddenly an immense crashing sound rang out from behind the pair. Whirling her head around, Rin saw Lancer standing on the ground behind them, pavement cratered from his impact while the Servant himself remained unscathed. "Heh. Nice comedy skit you've got going on. Is this what they call a 'boke and tsukkomi routine'?" he taunted, raising his spear menacingly.
"Lancer-!" Rin gasped. "Forgot about so soon little miss? I'm hurt." Lancer replied sarcastically. "Oh well. Now it's time to finish you and your runt of a Servant for good!"
With nothing left to say, Lancer simply lunged forward at the pair with his spear outstretched ahead.
...A lunge that was interupted by a barrage of screws large and metallic that suddenly filled the air in front of him. Grunting in suprise, Lancer reversed his charge, kicking backwards off the ground hard enough to dent it and twirling his spear around him to bat aside the persuing screws with expert grace.
[You shouldn't talk about someone as if they're not there, Lancer. It's downright rude.] Misogi chastised, two large screws held at either side.
Lancer grinned. "So, you look like a runt but you've got a couple tricks up your sleeve. If it wasn't for my [Protection From Arrows
] kicking in, I'd be a pincushion right now. Looks like this might just be fun after all!"
[Protection From Arrows? What's that? Is this like Dragon Quest or something? Can I level up my stats too? Ooh, ooh, can I pick [Charisma
]? If I level that up then even a loser like me would be sure to at least land a few cute girls under my belt y'know?] Misogi chattered incessantly, grating on Lancer's nerves.
"How about this. Less talking, and more fighting!" bellowed the spearman.
With that, Lancer vanished from sight, the ground buckling and the wind whipping around where he'd stood scarcely a second ago. He reappeared in front of Archer, crossing the distance between the two combatants in less than an eye-blink for a thrust aimed squarely at the screw-wielding Servant's heart.
Misogi just barely snapped up his arm in time to parry the thrust with a screw, redirecting it off to the side and knocking the spearman off-balance. He seized his chance and took it, the point of a screw darting towards Lancer's chest.
Lancer twisted around to dodge the blow, plunging his spear into the ground and using it as a pivot for a thunderous kick into Misogi's face that sent him hurtling against the school's outer wall.
A cloud of smoke and debris was kicked up where Misogi had impacted and Lancer strode confidently towards it, effortlessly swatting aside another barrage of screws flying out of the smoke. "Now I've gotcha." Lancer said, only for his eyes to widen in confusion when the smoke cleared to reveal one thoroughly wrecked wall, but no Archer in sight. [Up here!] hearing a cheeky voice from above, he looked up just to time to parry Misogi's downward stab with his spear, the ground rupturing beneath their feet from the sheer force of the blow.
Gritting his teeth, Lancer redirected the blow to send Archer skidding backwards along the ground before lunging after him to resume their clash.
Rin looked on in awe at the battle raging on in front of her. They were both so fast that she could scarcely percieve their movements, merging together before her eyes into a blur of crimson red and metallic grey whirling about the battlefield in a frenzied dance of steel against steel. And their strength was unbelieveable too, particularly fiercesome exchanges of blows leaving craters scattered all across the schoolgrounds. 'So this is what a battle between Servants looks like.
' Rin thought to herself in amazement.
Finally they reached a brief lull in the battle. "So." Lancer broke the silence between them. "What's with you? You don't look like any Heroic Spirit I've ever heard of, and your fighting style isn't anything I recognize either."
Misogi just smiled. [Oh, me? I'm Misogi Kumagawa.]
"So, a japanese Heroic Spirit then huh? Explains why I don't recognize your name then. Although I've never heard of those-" Lancer gestured to the screws in Misogi's hands, "-being weapons of the east."
[Aha. What can I say, I'm unique.]
"Anyways-" Lancer continued, heedless of Misogi's interuption. "This is fun and all, but my Master's probably gonna want me to wrap things up about now. So, while I'd love to continue this little back-and-forth a bit longer, I'm afraid you're going to have to die."
[Ooh, is that a threat? So scary, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest!] Misogi said in a tone of exaggerated fear, clutching his heart in an over-dramatic manner.
"Tch. Get ready for me to end your life, you screw-wielding little bastard! Sure-kill technique..." Lancer prepared for attack, switching the grip on his spear which had become coated in scarlet flames along the entire length.
Rin froze. She could feel a tremendous amount of mana gathering into the Servant's spear in that moment. That could only mean-
"Archer!" Rin called out in desperation. "Watch out!" He's about to use his Noble Phant-!"
!" Lancer called out, thrusting his spear toward the ground at his adversary's feet. Misogi stepped back out of the way only for the spear to reverse trajectory abruptly in mid-thrust, turning at an impossible angle and shooting upwards through his heart as a beam of crimson light.
Gae Bolg. The accursed spear that inverts cause-and-effect to always pierce the opponent's heart. The actual thrust itself is merely a formality, for the enemy's heart has "already been pierced" from the moment the Noble Phantasm is invoked. Originating from the heart and piercing outwards, that is the true nature of the causality-defying lance Gae Bolg. Only heroes with the ability to defy fate and destiny could avoid this unavoidable blow and, not to be cruel to our screw-wielding hero, but he's not exactly one smiled upon by fortune.
So the outcome was hardly an unpredictable one. [Ghrk...] Archer grimaced in pain as the spearpoint imbedded itself directly into his heart, the growing red stain over his chest contrasting sharply with the black of his school uniform.
Lancer snorted dismissively as he pulled the spear from Lancer's chest with a stylish flick, letting the perforated Servant crumple lifelessly to the ground.
"N-no way..." Rin stammered out in disbelief. She could only look on helplessly as her Servant, her only hope for the War and at survival against the murderous spearman in front of her, lay bleeding out on the ground beneath her feet. Sinking to her knees, she called out her fallen Servant's name while fighting back tears of defeat and rage at the spearman. "Archer! You can't be dead! W-wake up Archer! You can't let that bastard beat you like this! ARCHER!!"
"I, I'm sorry that I treated you so shabbily earlier! Really! If you get back up, then... then I promise I'll let you look up my skirt all you want!" Rin cried out, cheeks flushed red with embarassment and tears running freely down her face now.
Lancer cocked an eyebrow, looking at the scene with barely concealed distaste. "Hmph. I can't stand to see a pretty girl in distress, you know that? So having to kill you like this really leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Still, a job's a job I guess." he raised his spear up, still stained with the blood of the fallen Servant. "I have such a crappy Master...
" he muttered under his breath before bringing down the spear for a killing blow.
...Only to for it to be blocked by the newly revived Misogi, their two weapons locking together in a clash. He looked good as new. The wound over his heart had healed over perfectly, and even the tear in his uniform where the spear had gone in had been mended.
"I-impossible!" Lancer growled incredulously. "There's no one who can survive a direct hit from my Gae Bolg. Is this your Noble Phantasm, you bastard? The power to heal from even death itself?"
[Yep! You're a smart guy Lancer, you just about figured it out on the first try.] Misogi appraised, sparks flying out as he produced another screw in his free hand to push back against Lancer's spear. [But you didn't get it entirely right. You see, my ability isn't [healing]. I could never have a cool and heroic power like that!]
"Don't give me that BS." Lancer snarled. "I saw
you freaking die. Then you came back to life
. How is that not
"Lancer's right. Just what is your Noble Phantasm, Archer?" Rin questioned.
[Hmm? Well to put in simple terms, I just made it so my own death [never happened]. Since I [never died] it only makes sense that I'd be [still alive].] Misogi explained as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You... what?" Rin stumbled over her words trying to make sense of what had just transpired.
[Making things so they never happened, or in other words turning [something] into [nothing]. That's the power of my Noble Phantasm [All-Fiction
]. Try and remember it okay?] Misogi finished his explanation, at the same time managing to repel Lancer and send the spear-wielding foe sliding back across the pavement.
"But, if that's true..." Rin struggled to get out the words, her mind racing to try to make sense of this newfound information. "Then you have the power to deny the World itself? Locally negate the universal Reality Marble of Gaea? That's True Magic- Sorcery! What kind of Heroic Spirit are you to be capable of that kind of feat?!" Judging by the expression on her face, you'd think she'd seen a ghost.
[Who am I? I told you, I'm the perfect loser Misogi Kumagawa. The man who's never once won at anything." Misogi replied, donning a cocky smirk on his face. "But to think, I had to reveal my trump card so early in the game? Geez, it looks like I really can't win now can I?]
"Tch." Lancer scoffed, tightened his grip on his spear angrily. "Like I care about any of that! No matter your Noble Phantasm there has to be a limitation somewhere! So what are you standing around there for dumbass? This fight isn't over yet!"
Just like that Misogi's attention snapped back to Lancer. His aura had changed completely, from laid-back and happy-go-lucky to one of absolute dread that made Lancer's blood run cold just looking at him. He swore he didn't see a mundane looking highschool boy standing there but a monster, a demon in human form. [You know] Misogi said slowly, [I lied when I said that [All-Fiction
] was my only trump card. I have one other trick up my sleeve as well. Would you like to see it?]
As Misogi held out his left hand, the screw in it began to lengthen on its own until it was as long as a sword. With this the ominous aura surrounding Misogi grew even more intense, to the point where Lancer found his body taking a step back despite himself. 'That screw... it's not like his other ones. All my instincts are screaming at me to avoid that thing like the plague.
' he thought to himself with some alarm.
[Now then Servant, with this I'll drag you down to my level body and soul. Can you bear it? The burden of my strongest Noble Phantasm- Book Maker
?] Misogi beckoned, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes as he brandished his sword-screw.
-And then a horrified scream rang out through the night air.
So I've finally put out another chapter of this thing. I hope people are still interested (last time I updated I didn't get even any comments!). We get our first real fight scene here, and a chance for Misogi to show off a bit with his abilities. I had a bit of trouble with how to write the battle itself, so I hope it sounds good enough. I think I did a fairly good job in the end at least! Misogi's Noble Phantasms were also revealed, All-Fiction and Book Maker which were both his Minuses from the Medaka Box manga. All-Fiction may sound overpowered, but Lancer's right that it has a restriction to it which will probably be revealed in the next chapter. Speaking of which, I decided to leave off this chapter on a bit of a cliffhanger note! If you've seen Fate/Stay Night you'll have a pretty good idea what's going to happen next though. (Hint hint, it's not
Lancer screaming at the end there) I think I did a pretty good job with the Type-Moon jargon here ("True Magic", "universal Reality Marble of Gaea", et cetera) but if I've misused any of it then any Type-Moon fans out here on the forum can feel free to correct me. And as always, any comments or criticisms will be appreciated. Thanks!
--------------------Evil flower of Pure Illusion... we're going to pluck you out!