Sigurd POV

The night has been full for me, but that should be expected when given guard duty over abandoned office building. While the times have changed greatly, the Holy Grail has informed me about historical landmarks and events since my time walking the land of the living.

???: Hey, who the hell are you?

I turn my head to the source of the noise, And notice the human pointing at me with his sword made of light.

His outfit, which is loosely based on a priest looks impractical for combat, no armor or protective runes to be seen.

???: Not gonna answer, huh? You must be a shitty Devil then. Prepare to die!

He charges at me, slightly faster than a professional human athlete. Far too slow to land a single cut. I won't even have to try. I catch his blade in my hand and grab it before kneeing him in the gut, which sends him flying

Sigurd: You'll never win with those tactics or speed.

???: Shut the fuck up, you shitty Devil!

That seemed to enrage him, and as he staggers to his feet, I sense bloodlust coming from him. Still not threatening at all. He grabs a gun from his coat and points it at me as he wiggles his young around while talking.

???: You thing that just because you can dodge my sword means you won?! HA! I'll slaughter all you shitty Devil's, and those Pagan bastards from the Norse!

I frown at the mention of my homeland, and in an instant, i appear behind him, my hand raised to chop at him.

Sigurd: You do not deserve to face my blade.

My hand dives down and faces no resistance. The preists' face contorts from one of insane glee to one of fear and pain as his torso splits from shoulder to hip

???: B-but how?

I trace the rune for fire into the air and incinerate the corpse of the insane preist.

Crimson's POV

As I dash across rooftops to reach Lancer's location, I get a strange feeling in my gut, as if I'm being watched. I stop and turn my head to the side, letting my elven ears catch any sound my stalker makes. My ear twitches as a twig snaps behind me, channeling prana into my eyes I notice a woman with pink hair and a blindfold covering her eyes.

Crimson: So, you must be a Servant to sneak up on me.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, as if confused.

???: Yes, unfortunately I have to kill you.

I fix my hood and prepare my knife for combat. Without warning, the Servant throws her blades at me and she charges forward.

I parry one of the blades to the right and duck under the other. Right before she can kick me in the face, I feel a thrum of Prana race through me and I suddenly feel lighter. I jump to the left, her leg missing my face, but hitting my arm instead. The limb screams in pain, as if it was broken.

Crimson: What the hell!? My arm shouldn't hurt this much! Tell me, did you use some sort of curse against me?

The Servant shakes her head in response, but seems curious about my injury

???: No, I did not.

You have synchronized with your elven DNA and awakened your Magic Core. Your muscles have condensed for more agility at the cost of pain resistance

God damnit. I stand up straight and ready my blade in my uninjured arm. The Servant disappears for half of a second before reappearing behind me, her blade at my throat and her other hand pulling at my hood.

???: It would be better if you don't resist. I won't tell my Master what happened here.

I silently seethe with rage before calming myself.

Crimson: Why? What advantage do you get from this?

She smiles lightly before she starts to astralize, leaving me clutching my injured arm.

???: I get to piss off my Master. I'm Rider, but please call me Medusa.

She astralizes and goes back to her coward Master as I get a lock on Scathach again and start sprinting. It takes about 30 seconds to reach her.

Lancer: You stupid british BITCH!

Oh shit, I've never heard her pissed before, but this is definitely a moment. I leap on top of the house that Lancer's mark lives in and take note of the situation

Saber: You're a talented opponent, I've never fought a spearman like you before!

I notice the enemy servant. She's blond, and wearing a blue blouse/dress with armor covering her chest, forearms and a metal skirt while she holds air as if it was a sword.

Scathach: Although you're a warrior, my blood boils at the sight of you!

Lancer goes in for a thrust at Saber's right armpit, but Saber blocks and goes for an overhead slash. Scathach jumps back, her face contorted in rage

Saber: Could you possibly be Cu Chulainn? That footwork and spearmanship is worthy of Ireland's child of light.

Lancer growls and disappears from sight, only visible where she jumps off of. The Saber Servant gets into a guard position keeping her blade in front of her.

Scathach: THAT'S IT! I'LL END YOU!

Suddenly, Saber dodges to the side, a cut appearing on her face as Scathach blasts past her before disappearing again.

I narrow my eyes and focus a bit. Slowly Scathach becomes more and more visible as the rest of the world seems to slow down.

Scathach: THIS IS THE END FOR YOU!

As Scathach jets towards Saber, I notice the latter's stance changing.

Crimson: <telepathy> Lancer, pull back. That Saber knows your next attack.

I notice Scathach's brow furrow as the grip on her spear changes.

Scathach: Then I'll ensure the kill! GAE BOLG!

As Lancer blurs forward, Saber bats the spear to the side......but she doesn't. While the strike goes to the side, Saber rolls as a large slice appears on her side.

Scathach: WHAT!?

She immediately astralizes and reappears at my side.

Scathach: Master, she was able to dodge an unavoidable attack.

I look at her and then back to the Saber.

Crimson: Let's go. I sense another Servant on the way. I've made progress, and discovered Rider.

In an instant, Saber appears before me, her blade poised to strike at my chest. I dodge to the left, leaping a good distance away. Lancer kicks the Saber Servant away and we escape.