| The Masters assembled per Jubstacheit's order in an area not far away from the Manor.Their surroundings quickly began fading,morphing,changing;not too long into the morning and they found themselves into an area similar to an undeterred Roman Colosseum. Wolfgang spoke,his voice grave,"Caius and Miss Lily,please take position.",as he instructed the other two Masters it would be better to stay in the back rows.The fighters did as told,and summoned their Servants - Caius chose his Berserker,while Lillisviel called Assassin forth. "Begin." |
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| A Man stepped forward, drawing one of the Katana's that were held at his waist, as he took in spot in the arena. He was tall and thin, dressed simply in a plain black kimono, with a white sash around his waist, and a white scarf covering his neck. His long dark blue hair was tied in a low ponytail, part of it hanging over his shoulder. Assassin looked across at his opponent, his cold blue eye's taking in the beast he was to fight. The monstrosity stunk of evil, hunched over with matted fur and bloodshot eyes, saliva dripping from it's fangs. The beast suited it's Master, he thought. Both were deserving of The Wolf of Mibu's steel. He took his stance, gripping the blade hard with both hands, and holding it to his side. As he prepared for battle, Saito Hajime whispered three simple word, the three words that signified his existence and his Justice. "Aku Soku Zan" |
 Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Caius stood not to far from behind his Servant, Berserkers by their very nature were supposedly very difficult to control. But his Berserker could very well be an extreme case... The Beast's body from head to toe was at least 8 foot long, possibly longer if it didn't look so crunched up and uncomfortable in anticipation... waiting for his Master to give the signal. Its long lupine face snarled with yellowish teeth, thick disgusting saliva dripped from its rancid maw, and its eyes which were void of any emotion save pure rage were red and glaring at the Servant before him... Caius grinned equally, he was looking forward to this. He knew he'd face the Einzbern girl soon... but not the first round! It was an unexpected and yet wonderful surprise. He sent out his 'mad dog', hoping its monstrous form would intimidate her and whatever Servant she called forth. Caius, holding his violin in one hand and his bow for it. With his bow hand, he raised the stick high and then lowered it pointing at the opposing Servant and whispered barely audible "Sic 'Em" Berserker lunged for the throat of the Assassin and the game was on! |
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| "So savage." Catherine mumbled,elegantly seating herself in one of the back rows.A feminine chuckle was heard from next to her. "And so are you when you had too much liquor~" Caster whispered in response.Catherine's eyebrows rose. "Nothing happened,my lady.You just carried the sleeping boy onto the bed and fell asleep next to him." Lancer reassured,although none of the Servants was to be seen. "Silence and eyes on the game." Cathy commented,almost bored,in a low mumble. |
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| Assassin doesn't flinch as the beast charges for him, bearing his yellow fangs in an attempt to rip his throat out. The thing truly was a monster, acting on bare instinct without even a modicum of intelligence. It was a pitiful existence. But Saito Hajime wasn't one to underestimate his opponent. Even if it was just an oversized wolf, it was still dangerous. As the beast lunges at him, claws and fangs ready to tear apart his flesh, Assassin nimbly dodges, stepping around it and immediately bringing his blade down and slashing across it's neck. Thick black blood gushes from gash, splattering his face. Not deep enough Before it has time to recover, Saito jumps back, putting enough distance between them so that the Wolfman would have to charge again to attack. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Berserker turned his neck and body on Instinct as he saw the blade come toward his neck. Berserker was still injured by the blade, but the cut was a mere scrape compared to what it could have been. Berserker turned and swiftly got onto all fours again and carromed ff the floor with the momentum accumulated from his previous attack. Instead of attacking 'high' this time, he went for a low strike this time going for the Assassin's knees... |
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| Caster materializes next to Catherine,her long locks of raven hair caressed by wind;"Oh~ The dog isn't as savage as one would have thought." she hums,the mocking tone obvious in her voice. Cathy stares at her from the corner of her eye."Beasts and animal tend to have mild intelligence." she comments,unamused.Caster chuckles. "Indeed! Humans are the supreme proof to your words,my dear~." |
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| Instead of stepping back to avoid the beast's claws, Saito moves to meet it, waiting as Berserker closes the distance between them before dashing forwards. While backing away may have seemed like the logical choice, it would leave Saito open to a follow up. Jumping to avoid it was just plain stupid. It would leave Saito far to exposed. While it may be risky, moving to meet the beast's charge was the best choice. It provided an opportunity to deal a crushing blow, while incurring as least damage as possible. As they get closer to each other, the distance between the two closing, Berserker attacks. At that moment, Saito crosses his legs, creating an unbalanced state and avoiding the worst. The beasts claw's tearing through the soft fabric of the kimono and cutting his flesh. He ignores the pain, not staggering, and continuing with the maneuver, causing a sudden change in direction. He slips his sword into position, and using the acceleration gained from the switch from 'front' to 'sideway', Saito slashes through Berserker's stomach. The acceleration carries him past his foe, and using it to his advantage, pivots on his foot and putting all his weight into a downwards slash across the beast's back. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Berserker roars at the slashes to his abdomen and back, but at the same time ignores and Endures the pain... with his right claw he 'slashed' the Assassin's tunic during the initial attack but seconds (almost too fast for most eyes to catch) he uses his other claw to grab the arm holding the blade that cut Berserker's abdomen. He held it in place with his semi-human 'hands' as he descended his large gaping maw upon where Assassin's neck met the shoulder, and bits down hard tearing into flesh in bone before tearing away and leaping back out of the blade's range. There half hunched over his 'hand' over his own abdomen (which honestly was a rather deep wound heavy with blood), he glared at the Assassin as he chewed on the meat he took from the Assassin's arm and growled inviting another attack... |
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| Assassin gritted his teeth as the beast gripped his arm and bit into his flesh, taking a chunk with it and it withdrew. Blood flowed down his torso, intense pain shooting up his arm and neck. Still, he kept a firm hold on his sword, as dropping it would be a disgrace. He stared the at the beast's eyes, anger flaring up in him as the monster mocked him. He kept it from showing on his face, as he ripped his Kimono and covered the wound, tying it around his now exposed torso. He felt the Prana flowing through him increase, as his Master channeled more to accelerate his healing process. It was a nice gesture, but he doubted it would help at this point. At least it allowed him to hold his weapon without shaking. For that, he was grateful. He stood there, silent, for a few minutes. Numerous scenarios and possibilities ran through his mind. Both of them were severely injured, and neither of them could fight for much longer. If he held on, his Master might be able to heal him back to full strength, but he had no idea how long that could take. Minutes passed, before he finally spoke: "I don't know if you can understand my word's, Beast, but what say you to putting an end to this battle?" |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Berserker finished chewing the meat he took from the Assassin's arm and SWALLOWED it, he licked the blood on his chops as his muzzled face seemed to turn upwards... he was smiling. He was literally smiling a wolfish grin as he lowered his head and haunches preparing for another lunge or dodge. His growl crescendo into an almost deep throaty chuckle sort of growl, the 'beast' as he called him understood his intentions... and it was waiting. Berserker waited until Assassin made the first move this time. |
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| In between the obvious mockery, it seemed that the beast had understood his words and acknowledged his proposal. Very well then. He would end this battle here and now. Even this Berserker wouldn't be able to follow this next technique. Saito seriously doubted anyone present would be able to. Several paces separated him from his Target. He would have to get closer before he could use it, but not by much. Taking a deep breath, He prepares by dropping into a partial crouch, both knees bent, left arm drawn back and right extended forward; he grasps the kashira (endcap of the tsuka, or hilt) of his sword with his left hand and rests the tips of the fingers of his right hand on the blade near its tip. It was clearly a thrust, an attack all swordsmen knew, and the stance was particular anything special, typical among many Samurai. But this was special. It was the start of Saito's unique Demonic Sword Technique. A technique he created to rival the famous Hirazuki of the Shinsengumi's Vice Commander Hijikata Toshiro, and surpassed in speed only by the Sandanzuki. The Perfect Parallel Thrust He moves forward, dashing, counting the paces between them. Four, Three, Two, One... Gatotsu! Saito attack, unleashing his Demonic Sword technique. An Imperceptible physically impossible thrust perfectly timed to deliver instant death to the enemy. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Berserker had very little time to react, in fact he had no time to react! He anticipated an attack, in fact he awaited for it... but his Instincts did not prepare him for such an almost physics if not reality breaking attack. The Katana pierced right through his upper abdomen just below his sternum, and it pierced several vital organs including one of his lungs. For half a breath, his whole body shuddered withwhat seem like 'death rattle' and relaxed his whole body slumped on the blade with his bestial eyes closing... Everyone in the stadium relaxed as well, including Assassin it looked like as he exhaled... but Caius didn't. Pokerfaced, yet if you were to look closely his eyes looked as if they were about to cry. He whispered barely audibly "Berserker... no, Lyacon... please" Suddenly, Berserkers eyes shot wide open yet the seemed to be unseeing. He clamped his obscene maw around Assassin's throat and before the man had even time to scream... Berserker ripped his entire head off. A Fountain of blood, a geyser almost blasted into the air and rained on the two of them. Then Berserker's body went loose again and they both collapsed on the floor in heap before dissolving into dust to be absorbed by the Grail. But as the dust faded into the sky... you could see a pair of sillohuetes, both of them men. One obviously resembled to fallen Assassin, the other... just looked like a fatherly middle aged man. The man was sad looking, his sillohuete turned towards Caius and smiled softly before fading away completely. The fight was over... but there were no winners or losers here, just blood. |
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| Morgan scrunched her nose up in disgust at the sight,although the apparent distaste didn't quite reach her eyes.As the two shadows faded to mere ashes in the gleaming,golden light of the fake sun on a cerulean sky,mixed feelings played in Caster's eyes. Her Master was no different;Catherine was almost pitying the two."It's better they are gone,though." she whispers to no one in particular,but not because two enemies were eliminated;no,she was glad those souls will not be tarnished further.Caster nods,almost imperceptibly,as she vanishes from view. Wolfgang clears his throat,emotions unreadable on his marred-by-time face;"Since both Assassin and Berserker are deceased,the first match ends in a draw",he solemnly announces.Everyone is standing,as the arena fades;they are back in the clearing near the Mansion. "Now,per master's orders,I will escort you back to the Mansion." |
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