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The chat wasn't just scrolling; it was vibrating. The sheer speed of the text was a blur of neon usernames and emotes, a digital waterfall of hype.
[Chat]:[Lore_God]: CONFIRMED. The author is an absolute madman. [Fate_Fan_44]: Wait, hold on. If everyone summons Artoria, does that mean the endgame isn't a Holy Grail War? It's just an Arthurian Family Reunion gone wrong? [Simp_Nation]: I don't care about the lore! LOOK AT THE ARCHER! [DownBad_69]: That swimsuit... those denim shorts... that water gun... I am looking. I am looking disrespectfully. 👀 [Flat_Is_Justice]: It's the battle of the century. Standard Artoria vs. Summer Artoria. The Battle of the Bulge (or lack thereof). [Mod_Hammer]: @Flat_Is_Justice You're on thin ice, buddy. [Philosopher_King]: "I am fighting myself to surpass myself." It's poetic, really. It's a metaphor for the duality of man. One side wants honor; the other side wants a beach vacation. [Gamer_Bro]: Shut up, nerd! They're fighting! [Maverick_Sub]: This graphics engine is insane. Look at the water physics on her skin!
Maverick ignored the chat, though he agreed with the sentiment. He was too busy trying to keep his jaw off the floor.
On the roof of the terminal, the standoff had broken. The tension that had snapped tight between the two Kings finally exploded.
Saber (Maverick's Artoria) couldn't stand the sight of her "shameless" summer self any longer. The mere existence of a version of herself who would wear a bikini into battle was an affront to her chivalry. With a roar that shook the tarmac, she launched herself forward.
"Silence, pretender! You tarnish the crown!"
She raised her invisible sword high. The wind pressure around the blade screamed like a jet engine, distorting the air into a shimmering mirage. She brought it down in a vertical cleave meant to split the swimsuit-clad Archer in two.
But the Summer Artoria—Archer—wasn't a pushover. She was still the King of Knights, even if she was dressed for a volleyball tournament.
"Oh, you're so stiff!" Archer laughed, her voice light and teasing. "You need to relax, me!"
She swung her own version of Excalibur—a sword that looked identical, but perhaps a bit shinier, cleaner, less burdened by the weight of destiny—to intercept.
BOOM.
The impact was visceral.
Two Noble Phantasms of divine construct quality collided. The shockwave was visible, a ripple of distorted air that expanded outward, shattering the glass windows of the terminal building four hundred yards away. The shards rained down like diamonds. The airplane parked nearby actually rocked on its landing gear, the metal groaning under the sudden shift in air pressure.
They didn't stop.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
They moved at speeds that defied the human eye. Sparks showered the roof like fireworks. Sword met sword, wind met water. It was a blur of silver armor and tan skin, a dance of lethal precision.
"Is this..." Maverick muttered, zooming in with his scope to catch the details. "Is this really gameplay? It looks like a pre-rendered cutscene from a triple-A movie."
[Chat]:[Tech_Wizard]: Frame rate is stable at 120fps. Physics are active. Hitboxes are precise. This isn't a cutscene, Mav. This is real-time combat. [Dev_Watcher]: Look at the particle effects! The sparks trigger dynamic lighting on the armor! And look at the reflection in the puddles! [Casual_Gamer]: I don't understand the tech, I just know it looks sick.
It was a scene straight out of a high-budget action blockbuster, but Maverick, with his pro-gamer brain engaging, noticed something important. Beneath the flash and the awe, there was a mechanical reality.
Saber was winning.
It was a subtle difference, but it was there. In the Fate system, classes mattered. Stats mattered.
Saber Class:
Strength: B
Agility: A
Archer Class:
Strength: C
Agility: B+
It was a stat check. In a straight-up melee brawl, the Knight of the Sword had the edge over the Knight of the Bow. Archer was struggling to keep up with the sheer ferocity of Saber's blows. Every time their swords clashed, Archer slid back a few inches, her sandals skidding on the concrete roof.
"Hah!" Saber shouted, sensing the weakness in her opponent's guard.
Archer parried a heavy strike, her knees buckling slightly under the weight. Saber didn't give her a chance to recover. She flowed seamlessly from the slash into a brutal, armor-plated side kick.
THUD.
The kick connected squarely with Archer's stomach.
The Summer King gasped, the air driven from her lungs. She was launched backward like a cannonball. She smashed through an industrial AC unit, metal twisting and screeching, and skidded across the concrete roof, leaving a trail of debris.
Saber didn't pause. She stomped the ground, cracking the cement with the force of her landing, and dashed forward to finish the job.
"Surrender!" Saber yelled, raising her sword for the final blow. "Discard that ridiculous outfit and yield! You are beaten!"
Archer coughed, standing up amidst the ruins of the AC unit. She dusted off her denim shorts. She didn't look worried. She looked annoyed.
"You really don't know how to have fun," Archer sighed, shaking her head. "Always duty, always honor. You're boring."
She reached behind her back.
Maverick expected a hidden dagger. Or maybe a grenade.
Instead, she pulled out a plastic toy. A blue and yellow water gun.
Maverick blinked. He lowered his scope for a second, rubbing his eyes. "Is that... a Super Soaker?"
[Chat]:[LUL]: A WATER GUN? [Confusion_100]: Is she going to squirt her? Is that her plan? [Lore_Master]: Wait for it... don't underestimate the Summer variants. [Memelord]: CALL AN AMBULANCE... BUT NOT FOR ME.
Saber paused, confused by the toy weapon. She lowered her guard slightly. "You mock me to the end? You pull a child's toy on a battlefield?"
Archer grinned. It was a wicked, confident grin. "Mock you? No. I'm ending this. Summer style."
She took her holy sword, Excalibur—the sword that promised victory—and inexplicably jammed it into the top of the water gun. It clicked into place like a tactical attachment, the golden hilt locking into the plastic frame.
The air suddenly grew heavy. The plastic toy began to hum with a terrifying, deep resonance. Blue mana gathered at the nozzle, condensing the moisture in the air into a sphere of high-pressure ruin. The water in the crater she had created earlier began to levitate, swirling toward the gun.
"Noble Phantasm Release," Archer chanted, her voice playful yet carrying the weight of a god. "Excalibur Vivian!"
Maverick screamed from the ground. "SABER! DODGE! IT'S NOT A TOY!"
It was a rule of the Fate universe: Sabers shoot beams. But apparently, Archers shoot beams too.
ZWWOOOOM.
A massive, swirling torrent of high-pressure water and blue laser light erupted from the plastic muzzle. It wasn't a squirt; it was a tsunami concentrated into a beam the size of a telephone pole. It tore up the roof, incinerating the concrete as it raced toward Saber. The sound was deafening—like a waterfall crashing onto a sheet of metal.
Saber had less than a second. She couldn't dodge. The beam was too wide, and she was too close.
But the King of Knights didn't panic.
She planted her feet. She grabbed the hilt of her invisible sword with both hands.
"You think a mere water pistol can defeat me?!" Saber roared, her voice cutting through the roar of the water.
She stopped suppressing the wind around her blade. She let it all go at once.
"Strike Air: Hammer of the Wind King!"
Normally, Invisible Air was a C-Rank Noble Phantasm. It was just compressed wind, designed to hide the sword's length. Against the A-Rank power of Excalibur Vivian, it should have been overwhelmed instantly. It was like trying to stop a fire hose with a leaf blower.
But Saber had a cheat code. A skill that defined her combat style.
Skill: Mana Burst (A).
She flooded her body and weapon with raw magical energy. It was like injecting nitrous oxide directly into a car engine. The compressed wind didn't just release; it exploded outward with the force of a hurricane.
BOOM.
The beam of holy water slammed into the wall of holy wind.
The collision was blinding.
Blue light and white wind fought for dominance in the center of the roof. The sound was a high-pitched screech of energy grinding against energy. Steam hissed and billowed, covering the entire terminal in a thick, hot fog.
"Hold it!" Maverick yelled, shielding his eyes from the glare. "Push it back, Saber!"
Usually, Excalibur required a charge time to reach full power. It was an Anti-Fortress weapon. But Archer had modified it for "rapid fire" with the water gun, sacrificing some raw output for speed and localized damage. Saber, using Mana Burst, was burning her mana reserves to bridge the gap in power.
It was a stalemate. A Dragon Ball Z style beam struggle on the roof of a Japanese airport.
The beam pushed forward, vaporizing the wind. The wind pushed back, scattering the water.
The heat from the friction was intense enough to warp the air. The water that splashed off the collision point was boiling hot, melting the tar on the roof.
And in that chaotic, blinding stalemate, Maverick saw his opening.
The enemy Master—the other Kiritsugu—was exposed.
He was standing near the edge of the roof, his trench coat flapping in the gale. He was watching the beam struggle, entranced by the light show. He assumed his Servant had it handled. He assumed Maverick was just a helpless spectator on the ground.
Maverick raised his WA2000 sniper rifle. His hands were steady. His breathing was controlled.
"Hey, Saber," Maverick whispered into the comms, though he knew she couldn't hear him over the roar of magic. "You keep the King busy. I'll take the Pawn."
He aligned the crosshair. He adjusted for the wind—which was swirling unpredictably due to Saber's attack—and compensated.
[Chat]:[Sniper_Elite]: DO IT. [Tactician]: He's distracted! Take the shot! [Hype_Train]: BEAM STRUGGLE! BUT DON'T FORGET THE MASTER! [Stream_Sniper]: Look at the enemy Master! He's just standing there like a noob! [Pro_Gamer]: This is it. This is the difference between a casual and a pro. Situational awareness.
Maverick didn't hesitate. He didn't gloat. He didn't taunt.
He squeezed the trigger.
CRACK.
The rifle kicked against his shoulder. The .300 Winchester Magnum round left the barrel.
It flew through the chaotic air, slicing through the steam, ignoring the magical pressure.
On the roof, the enemy Kiritsugu turned his head. He saw the muzzle flash from the ground. His eyes widened.
But it was too late.
SPLAT.
The round caught him square in the chest. The impact threw him backward, off the edge of the roof. He tumbled through the air, flailing, before hitting the tarmac with a sickening thud.
[ENEMY MASTER ELIMINATED]
On the roof, the blue beam from the water gun flickered and died. Archer froze. She looked down at her fading hand.
Without a Master to supply mana, she couldn't maintain her existence.
"Ah," Archer sighed, her water gun vanishing. She looked down at Maverick and Saber. She smiled—a genuine, sunny smile. "Well played. Enjoy the beach for me."
She dissolved into motes of golden light.
[YOU HAVE DEFEATED A SERVANT][REWARD: 5000 EMOTION POINTS]
Maverick lowered his rifle. He let out a breath he had been holding for a minute.
"Chat," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Clip that. Clip that right now."
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