------------------------------------------------------------------------Sneak attack Archer from behind!That's right.
This is our best chance.
It's too early for anyone to be out, but they're going to be out soon.
It's best to finish this before it begins........
…....................And the best way to do that-
Is to attack from behind!
I kick out at the beck of his leg, and hope to knock him off balance.
Saber can finish him easily if it's like that!
My foot lashes out, a speed born of a lifetime of training for this moment!
Crack.
Something broke.
It's not Archer.
My foot..................................
…..................................My foot is on backwards.
“Haaaa.......Haa...........”
It hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
He didn't even use his weapon.
Saber never had a chance to react.
Neither did Arturia.
They watch in horror as my foot is twisted off my leg, snapped like a twig.
Saber rushes at Archer.
But it's too late.
This superhuman speed......
Nobody could beat that.
Archer spins around to face her, and vanishes.
“....?”
Where did he go?
I fall to the ground.
There's a lot of blood.
My vision grows hazy.............
Up there.
On top of a street lamp.
Archer stands on the thin rod of metal as if he were solidly planted on granite and marble.
“Haaaaaa........Haaaaaa...........”
My foot is on fire.
There's blood everywhere.
There are girls screaming, flashes of Magic.
Arturia and the other Master......
What was her name?
They're fighting with magic.
But my eyes are fixed on Archer.
“Geeze. It's like you guys don't even want to get to know us.”
Archer mocks us from on top of the light.
He stands up there like a god.
Saber growls in frustration.
Her sword cannot reach up there.
No sword could.
She's not an Archer.
She has to be up close to her enemy.
Even as I lay on the ground, bleeding out, I feel the rush of Magical Energy gathering.
What is this massive amount of Energy?
It's Saber.
Whatever she's doing, it's going to be big.
Her mouth opens, and to me, it's like she's in slow motion underwater.
“EX--------------------”
A hurricane-like gust of wind that keeps coming.
The sheath comes off, and the sword is revealed.
Blue and gold intertwine along the blade, sharper than any mortal smith could forge.
It can't be....
Is that...............
…......................Her Noble Phantasm?
There's another loud crack....
…..No, more like a massive explosion.
There's a blinding flash and a crash of thunder like the fury of Zeus.
But Saber doesn't care.
“------------------------------------CALIBUR!!!!!!!!!!”
The golden blade arcs through the air, cutting aside everything in it's path.
Like lightning it whips from ready position to the follow through, like the pressurized water factories use to cut steel, both fluid and impossibly sharp and hard.
But.........
It's not long enough.
It was never long enough.
It's just a sword.
There's a small flash, and nothing else.
Saber look at her sword like it betrayed her.
And then down at her chest in pure shock.
No, not at her chest.
She's trying to look at her neck.
Just under her chin, a tiny, perfect hole pierces her throat.
Blood blossoms like a crimson flower.
Saber looks up to the figure on the light pole.
“Sorry Ma'am. Couldn't let King Arthur hit me with the magic stick.”
He apologizes earnestly, like he did something wrong.
Even as she fades into purple sparks and disappears.
Saber vanishes into the night like she was never there.
My vision tunnels.
There's more cracks and flashes of light.
My last thought, as darkness overwhelms me.........
…..........Should I be sorry to Arturia, or Saber?
DEAD END------------------