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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:15 am
As Godfrey was presented options by Iskandar, he closed his eyes for a solemn moment before reopening them. "I choose the drink-" But then, Godfrey was interrupted by the introduction of Berserker, and it's severely destructive attitude. Such was being of the Berserker class. "But it appears that someone else has desired the sword." And with that, Saber had swung the unsheathed sword in the way of the missile, cutting it in twain. "So would you mind working together to rid us of this blasphemy?" And while all this happened, Fujimatsu was unconscious, knocked out by Godfrey's strike to the back of his head.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:07 am
 "Hm? You dare to interrupt my conversation with such a fine hero!?" As the missile neared him Iskandar moved to grip his sword, and pulling it from the earth he made a quick vertical slash from skyward to the ground. There was a blinding flash of lightning in the Coliseum as if Thor himself had chosen to intervene, and the missile exploded as lightning interrupted it mid-flight. Appearing with a clap of thunder was an enormous chariot, laden with gold and enormous blades along the spokes, a tank of the ancient world. In front a pair of oxen pulled the chariot and let out a proud snort, lightning bolts shooting out from every stomp of their hooves. "If you insist on showing further rudeness, then either Godfrey or myself will face you in battle. With my Gordius Wheel, pulled by the divine bulls of Zeus, I'll run you down like the Mad Dog you are." Iskandar, the great hero of old, moved around the edge of his chariot and took the reigns as he let out a proud laugh. Even now lightning danced dangerously, a deadly power that was worthy of a Rider class Servant! It was in the Berserker's hands to choose whether he would face them in battle or join them in reveree now, and depending on his answer, it was possible Iskandar and his chariot would have no choice but to not hold back.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:36 am
 BerserkerIf the black-armored Servant was even slightly impressed by the words of the King of Conquerors, he gave no sign of it at all. Instead, his motorcycle continued to move through the arena like a living creature, responding perfectly to his will and allowing him to maneuver in utterly inhuman ways without ever touching the controls. Of course, even that was almost a secondary concern to the new weapons that the berserk warrior had brought in with him. Up in one hand came a handheld grenade launcher, crackling with furious power as it pumped a full spread of explosives into the air with terrifying accuracy. Each grenade contained the power of an attack from a top-level Noble Phantasm, and enough force to damage all but the most impossibly durable materials... and more than a few of them had been fired. At the same time, and apparently having no difficulty at all holding and controlling two weapons with incredible skill even while traveling at high speeds through the area, Berserker brought up a weapon that was rather longer than the other. If anyone there was well-versed in firearms, they might have recognized it as a Hecate II anti-material rifle... essentially a sniper weapon designed to pierce armor as well as people, and twisted to his own purpose as soon as he grasped it. The weapon fired twice in quick succession, one shot each towards Iskandar's head and heart. Had there been a true Archer from modern times who used modern weapons, this was the kind of power his greatest tools might have exhibited... Unrivaled skill. Relentless attacks. Overwhelming power. This was the nature of the black-clad Berserker. He did not stop to boast, debate, or command, for that was outside of his purpose. All that existed for his foes was surrender, escape, or death. And he had brought several more weapons along for the ride... Quote: Berserker's assault continues! The power of each attack is roughly a C-rank Noble Phantasm blow. These blows, and especially the sniper rounds, retain the capacity to be lethal to Servants and would be instantly lethal to Masters.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:05 pm
As the Berserker had raged about and rode about on the modern ride and maneuvered around with deadly accuracy. As Berserker then shot out a large burst of grenade fire. Immediately, Godfrey noticed that his idiotic Master had not woken up yet, and with him being dangerously close to where the fire would land, He had gotten in the way of the grenades and his Master, and immediately, a strengthening power came over him as he then struck away a few of the grenades that would have been dangerously close to harming his Master, Fujimatsu, but the slight few that did manage to hit him were migitated by the welling guardian power that he exuded to protect his master from harm. He stood in between his Master and Berserker, ready to cut down anything that would aim to get in between. Though his master was a complete imbecile, Fujimatsu was still his master and his way of proof, so he had to keep him alive for that at least.Quote: Guardian Knight: A Raises defensive power when fighting to protect others than himself.
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:59 pm
???, and???
As the spectacle on the ground below began to play out, the black knight going after several other Sevants at once, Bour would soon notice that there were two figures, in poorly-Made cloaks, making their way to his side. One was fairly short, barely coming above his chest, while the other stood close to a much more notable height....Though, his own cloak seemed to be a good deal wider than the one the smaller one wore. Whether it was because of sheer muscle, or merely a facade was hard to say, the tears in the fabric only showing blackness, despite giving off a powerful air about him..
"Cute kid. He yours?" the smaller one called to the hulking brute of a man. "Or..are you one of..them?"
He looked about the size...and he was sickeningly ugly, so it wasn't out of her realm of possibility. Either way though, she held her hand beneath the shroud, ready to move at a moment's notice. Quote: Two figures has Approached Bour! ....in Shoddily made Cloaks!
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:07 pm
RiderAnd, even as the two approached the man, down where the black Knight was fighting, having aimed to kill the others, another figure came in, riding on a beautiful, white Horse.
For my master! the figure thought, as he held up a brilliant, holy, shining sword.
"My Bretheren! We shall not fall before this dark knight!" he called out, his Horse's Agility bordering on the Unreal as his own grade of Phantasm. He swung out his Blade, a beam of burning Light Aiming to Strike at the Berserker from behind with a Holy force that would burn through even the stoutest of dark defenses.
"I call thee..To arms! In the name of our Lord, we shall Triumph!"
And to any that would follow alongside him, they could feel a vigor...the Bravery of the individual, and a sort of mystical air about him moving to assist them all. He was born a leader...and though it was but for a single confrontation, he would do his best to lead them all, if need be to triumph over their foe. And yet..his Master made this seem like such a pain. He had been tried with a master as...distasteful as his, but he would triumph, nevertheless. Quote: Rider has Entered the Fray! Charisma: A -The natural talent to command an army. Increases the ability of all allies during group battles. A rare talent. At this level it is said to be the highest form of popularity a human can achieve. Strife: B Swift white horse that acts as the mount of Rider. Agility, power, and defense are increased when mounted on horseback. (Noble Phantasm) Knowledge of Respect and Harmony: B Prevents any decrease in the effectiveness of a technique, regardless of how many times it is used against the same opponent. Attacks cannot be easily perceived by the enemy. Action: Joyeuse: A+ The holy sword of Charlemagne. Enchanted with holy light, it can unleash a powerful beam of light which burns and crashes over an enemy. There is no dark, magical defense which can outright block its strike. [Noble Phantasm] (Berserker)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:35 pm
???"Bour" laughed as the other fellows approached, and his physical form rippled for a bit... before revealing someone entirely different, with a mask obscuring his face and a covering cloak rather finer than theirs were. "I suppose there's no need for that anymore." he said, shrugging... before hopping into the air and rising upwards. He gave a small salute a moment later. "This isn't the kind of hunt I really enjoy, so I think I'll head elsewhere for now. Do let me know if something more interesting turns up!" And with that, he simply faded away, a Servant dematerializing. Quote: The unknown Servant has left... Agility: B+ (Escaping!)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 2:29 pm
ServantJust as 'Bour' turned, the figure that had been lurking behind him appeared, the wraith-like figure appearing atop the Coliseum walls and in the path of the floating figure. Clad in a pitch back cloak, and atop a steed as dark as night itself, the figure emanated a terrifying aura despite being an Assassin-class, their being a Class that could normally suppress their killing intent. Though there was no way for those present to know he was an Assassin for sure, and indeed atop his horse he seemed like a figure far more suited for the Rider class. ". . ."'Eliminate any Masters who leave themselves vulnerable.' The words of it's master still echoed inside the Servant, and here it had found a target perfectly vulnerable. The ghastly beast let out a snort, and began taking a few steps towards the figure...while it's master reached into it's cloak and pulled out a ball of fire gathered around a dagger. It threw the weapon at "Bour", and the fire danced in the dark of the evening and grew even brighter as it neared it's intended victim.There was one thing of note though, as the Servant's horse stopped stalking forward. This man...his face shimmering behind a mask. He felt more like a Servant than a Master. If that was true, it meant that he had erred in revealing himself at this moment. Quote: ???: The demonic horse of _____. When mounted, it raises the Agility of the rider to A+.Enchanted Projections: Can create small projectiles, and enchant them with an elemental magic. (Fire)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 3:25 pm
"Hah, look out!" As the Berserker let out his rage Rider snapped his reigns, and the oxen let out a loud snort as they kicked their feet and charged forward...into the sky. Lightning danced around the chariot as it soared through the air, careless for the laws of ordinary men who would be bound atop the earth! "It seems there's no reasoning with you black knight, so I guess I'll just have to -ah? " It seemed his challenge had inspired quite a few men of noble bearing to reveal themselves, as another servant of the Rider class appeared and took the warrior in black to be a servant of evil. It was a bit unfair to simply attack him in the middle of one's battle, but this dark knight acted without the decorum of a king, and so there was no sympathy to be found from the Macedonian King. If he continued to act so thoughtlessly, then he would simply put the Berserker down, and allow the warriors of honor to commence their noble battles once again. "Does he mean to get himself destroyed!?" Iskandar's brow furrowed as he snapped the reigns of his chariot and lightning clashed with the bullets of the Berserker, the two attacks cancelling each other out. It was a powerful attack, capable of skewering even the toughest warriors hide, but that simply meant that in order to deal with it he'd have to face his opponent head on with his own strike. "Berserker's master, listen to me! If you intend to interfere with our battle any further, then know that your Servant will be destroyed by these Heroic Spirits! But if you withdraw now, then your Servant may survive the day. This tournament is meant for noble battles between heroes, I won't ally with others to destroy your Servant unless you insist. However, the rest of you shouldn't mistake my interests either. I will defeat all my enemies in turn, so you shouldn't consider me an ally unless you intend to serve under me. Speaking of, where is my Master?" Rider placed a hand over his brow, looking through the stands to try and spot the man who'd summoned him in the first place. It said something about his love of battle that he hadn't even thought to seek his summoner out until now. "Hahaha! It seems I've lost sight of him! Master! Come forward, and ride with me into battle! Together we shall claim a glorious victory! ...Master?"...There was no reply. v.v Quote: Via Expugnatio (A+): An antique war chariot pulled by two Divine Bulls. The bulls and chariots tread along lightning strikes, the power of Zeus himself. With each stomp they can send lightning strikes at an enemy with the power of a Servant's most powerful sword techniques. However it's true trump card is the technique called Distant Trampling Domination in which the chariot charges and damage is dealt by smashing and running over an enemy, each strike of the hooves and the wheels of the chariot dealing their own, independent damage.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:17 pm
BerserkerThe battle continued to get more and more violent, even as other Servants joined the fray. Perhaps this would be a shorter battle... perhaps not. Regardless, though, the approach of Charlemange was pretty hard to miss, as was the power the mighty servant unleashed from his weapon and towards Berserker. Had the black-clad Servant been standing around, it was unlikely that there would have been anything he could do to avoid it... but he was mounted, upon a modern steed, and he swerved wildly to the side as the attack began. It seemed that luck was with him this time, for he was able to narrowly slide to the side of the blast in what had been a truly dangerous moment. A combination of extreme, utterly inhuman personal agility and tremendous luck within dangerous situations... there was a reason that this warrior was such a frightful foe. Even amongst servants, this Berserker was an abnormally powerful entity. Almost casually, he brought up his anti-material rifle and fired several rounds into the stands, including one at the horseman, one at the taller shrouded individual, and Charlemange - whose weapons Berserker recognized even through his madness. That weapon was spent, and the Knight casually tossed it aside at the same time he ditched the grenade launcher. He lightly tapped the sides of his vehicle, and in response, a pair of blades flipped upwards for him to grab, seething with his power as he grabbed ahold of them. Berserker could use any weapon... but it was swords that he was best with, and there seemed to be a faint change in the air about him as he gripped them. Then, abruptly, his moving cycle crashed straight through another one of the walls as the Servant made a decision much against the intention of his Master. Quote: Agility: A+. Luck: B. Protection of the Fairies: A (A blessing from Elementals; the capacity to increase one's Luck in dangerous situations. Activation is limited to battlefields, where it is possible to perform feats of arms.) Knight of Honor: A++ (The embodiment of his ability to achieve victory using ANY weapon, any item which Berserker views as a weapon...when he grasps it...gains the power of a Noble Phantasm, capable of clashing with other powerful Noble Phantasms on equal terms. Steel poles, a tree branch, any item...so long as it is viewed as a weapon...can become one.) Berserker has left to go do his own thing! You're all safe... for now...
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:33 am
Quote: Dawn has broken.
The fighting is postponed until another day...to preserve the masquerade a little longer.
[Day 1: Nighttime] - > [Day 2: Dusk]
The Holy Grail War Continues!
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