Chapter 160
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Chapter 160:
An Invisibility Potion from Skyrim combined with an illusion to hide any marks I make on the ground and lastly, a quick Muffle to silence my movements should render me nearly undetectable undetectable. With Berserker remained Astralized at my side, I approached the battle going on ahead.
From what I could make out, a man in golden armor wielding a lance was fighting another silver haired man with a glowing dragon tattoo wielding a sword, while what appeared to be another Servant and Master standing off to the side.
Curious.
Though, as I got close, the Servant glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. Damn, even with all that and the Ring of the Khajiit, she could still notice me. She wasn't interfering at all, was this Ruler?
She gave off a feeling similar to Shirou.
I silently waved, causing her to slightly raise her eyebrow but otherwise didn't react even as I walked up to the rather large man standing near her, enthralled by the fight he was watching.
He was wearing some gaudy white and gold uniform that looked like it barely fit him. He was clenching his fist angrily, staring at the fight, muttering things under his breath.
I paused as I glanced at the fight again, having gotten this close. I couldn't help but grip my heart, as if something was bearing down on me by merely existing. It was a familiar feeling, one I felt from several weapons I've interacted with at this point.
[Dragon Slayer]
Speak of the devil...
The Silver haired man wielding a greatsword with a glowing Dragon Tattoo on his chest. His existence practically shouted 'danger' to my dragon nature.
I wanted to fight him.
I wanted to defeat him.
The urge was so much I didn't realize my fingers were digging into my skin and drawing blood. I took a silent breath, regaining my bearings as I focused on the master.
Taking a few steps forward, I quickly grabbed his mouth, my invisibility fading at the slightest touch. "Good evening." I was of course polite and offered a greeting to him.
"MHMMHMPHH" He muffled something, but it was hard to understand. His Circuits visibly lit up as if he was going to cast a spell.
"None of that" I wagged my finger infront of his face, a little bit of electricity forming at the tip in a threatening manner.
"Master!" The apparent Saber broke away from the engagement, barreling toward me at an impressive speed.
"Saber" I called out as my servant materialized, intercepting him midway. I could guess he was the Saber of Black by what was going on. The Dragon Slayer's eyes widened as he was pushed back in that quick exchange.
I wanted to fight him, but I felt like if I did, I wouldn't stop until one of us died, and that was not in the plan at the moment.
"Insect." Raikou looked at him in contempt, holding her sword up.
"Well." I held my hands up. "I guess it was my fault for expecting something from the French." My lips curled up, I glanced at her and saw a small twitch of her eye. "Anyways, thanks for waiting, Lancer." I turned my attention back towards Lancer of Red.
He looked amused by the whole thing. "The presence I feel from you piqued my interest, It is rare to find someone in this era that is so capable." He took a stance. "Come."
My other swords flew out, straight at him. He appeared surprised for only the briefest of moments, His Lance blurred with such speed and accuracy that they were all deflected with the barest of movements. My true attack didn't even gain me the initiative as he was able to meet me as if nothing happened.
I slammed my sword down from above, he twirled his staff, blocking it and counter attacking in all one motion. I narrowly dodged one of the protruding spikes on his weapon from tearing into my Aura.
His martial arts were very impressive. We barely started, and I could accept that he skill level was above mine without feeling ashamed.
My swords took flight, lashing out from all angles, yet he continued to deflect, dodge, and parry each one with minimal effort. All the while he didn't allow me to gain an inch and even good push me back.
"Impressive." Lancer had a small smile on his face. "Your attacks speak of a honed technique. In a decade, the outcome might have been different. Alas, I have received a new order, I must remove Ruler, forgive me for cutting our bout short. I will show my appreciation by utilizing my true power." He looked a bit saddened by his own words. "O'Agni."
The area around him erupted in divine flames. My Aura flared to the peak, just to stave off the activation of his ability. Was it another version of 'Mana burst'? I looked around, and found the perfect cover.
"Protect me Saintess~" I dived behind Ruler's back as divine fire poured down on me.
"W-WHAT!?" She blurted out, but her flag moved to defend. The flames bore down on me – her, but she held strong. I could imagine she had some impressive magic resistance due to her class. A necessity due to her role in moderating the war.
"Well done, partner." I gave her a thumbs up.
"That's not allowed!" She glared at me.
"What're you talking about? You're standing here in the middle of a fight, it's not my fault you get hit." I feigned innocence. "But I suppose it's time to stop holding back a bit." What point was there in continuously hiding my abilities in a fight like this? My swords returned to me, floating around slowly as I let go of Mirage and took the Sword of Destruction into my hand. It was appropriate to keep trump cards, but it wasn't wise to keep literally everything back.
Lightning gathered at my feet, visibly crackling against the ground. My hand grips the sword tight, and I fed it my aura, the Power of Destruction manifesting along its edge, jutting off, arcing and jumping all around.
Lancer didn't respond, looking at me intently before kicking off the ground. I responded, meeting him as his Divine Flames clashed with my Power of Destruction for the first time.
I poured everything I had into it, to fight against the raging inferno of divinity.
Lancer's eyes widened.
My Power of Destruction began to eat away at his Divine Flames.
***
Got home super late when I wrote this chapter the other day, so it's a on the smaller side.
If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone Mordred revealed properly.
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Chapter 160:
An Invisibility Potion from Skyrim combined with an illusion to hide any marks I make on the ground and lastly, a quick Muffle to silence my movements should render me nearly undetectable undetectable. With Berserker remained Astralized at my side, I approached the battle going on ahead.
From what I could make out, a man in golden armor wielding a lance was fighting another silver haired man with a glowing dragon tattoo wielding a sword, while what appeared to be another Servant and Master standing off to the side.
Curious.
Though, as I got close, the Servant glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. Damn, even with all that and the Ring of the Khajiit, she could still notice me. She wasn't interfering at all, was this Ruler?
She gave off a feeling similar to Shirou.
I silently waved, causing her to slightly raise her eyebrow but otherwise didn't react even as I walked up to the rather large man standing near her, enthralled by the fight he was watching.
He was wearing some gaudy white and gold uniform that looked like it barely fit him. He was clenching his fist angrily, staring at the fight, muttering things under his breath.
I paused as I glanced at the fight again, having gotten this close. I couldn't help but grip my heart, as if something was bearing down on me by merely existing. It was a familiar feeling, one I felt from several weapons I've interacted with at this point.
[Dragon Slayer]
Speak of the devil...
The Silver haired man wielding a greatsword with a glowing Dragon Tattoo on his chest. His existence practically shouted 'danger' to my dragon nature.
I wanted to fight him.
I wanted to defeat him.
The urge was so much I didn't realize my fingers were digging into my skin and drawing blood. I took a silent breath, regaining my bearings as I focused on the master.
Taking a few steps forward, I quickly grabbed his mouth, my invisibility fading at the slightest touch. "Good evening." I was of course polite and offered a greeting to him.
"MHMMHMPHH" He muffled something, but it was hard to understand. His Circuits visibly lit up as if he was going to cast a spell.
"None of that" I wagged my finger infront of his face, a little bit of electricity forming at the tip in a threatening manner.
"Master!" The apparent Saber broke away from the engagement, barreling toward me at an impressive speed.
"Saber" I called out as my servant materialized, intercepting him midway. I could guess he was the Saber of Black by what was going on. The Dragon Slayer's eyes widened as he was pushed back in that quick exchange.
I wanted to fight him, but I felt like if I did, I wouldn't stop until one of us died, and that was not in the plan at the moment.
"Insect." Raikou looked at him in contempt, holding her sword up.
"Well." I held my hands up. "I guess it was my fault for expecting something from the French." My lips curled up, I glanced at her and saw a small twitch of her eye. "Anyways, thanks for waiting, Lancer." I turned my attention back towards Lancer of Red.
He looked amused by the whole thing. "The presence I feel from you piqued my interest, It is rare to find someone in this era that is so capable." He took a stance. "Come."
My other swords flew out, straight at him. He appeared surprised for only the briefest of moments, His Lance blurred with such speed and accuracy that they were all deflected with the barest of movements. My true attack didn't even gain me the initiative as he was able to meet me as if nothing happened.
I slammed my sword down from above, he twirled his staff, blocking it and counter attacking in all one motion. I narrowly dodged one of the protruding spikes on his weapon from tearing into my Aura.
His martial arts were very impressive. We barely started, and I could accept that he skill level was above mine without feeling ashamed.
My swords took flight, lashing out from all angles, yet he continued to deflect, dodge, and parry each one with minimal effort. All the while he didn't allow me to gain an inch and even good push me back.
"Impressive." Lancer had a small smile on his face. "Your attacks speak of a honed technique. In a decade, the outcome might have been different. Alas, I have received a new order, I must remove Ruler, forgive me for cutting our bout short. I will show my appreciation by utilizing my true power." He looked a bit saddened by his own words. "O'Agni."
The area around him erupted in divine flames. My Aura flared to the peak, just to stave off the activation of his ability. Was it another version of 'Mana burst'? I looked around, and found the perfect cover.
"Protect me Saintess~" I dived behind Ruler's back as divine fire poured down on me.
"W-WHAT!?" She blurted out, but her flag moved to defend. The flames bore down on me – her, but she held strong. I could imagine she had some impressive magic resistance due to her class. A necessity due to her role in moderating the war.
"Well done, partner." I gave her a thumbs up.
"That's not allowed!" She glared at me.
"What're you talking about? You're standing here in the middle of a fight, it's not my fault you get hit." I feigned innocence. "But I suppose it's time to stop holding back a bit." What point was there in continuously hiding my abilities in a fight like this? My swords returned to me, floating around slowly as I let go of Mirage and took the Sword of Destruction into my hand. It was appropriate to keep trump cards, but it wasn't wise to keep literally everything back.
Lightning gathered at my feet, visibly crackling against the ground. My hand grips the sword tight, and I fed it my aura, the Power of Destruction manifesting along its edge, jutting off, arcing and jumping all around.
Lancer didn't respond, looking at me intently before kicking off the ground. I responded, meeting him as his Divine Flames clashed with my Power of Destruction for the first time.
I poured everything I had into it, to fight against the raging inferno of divinity.
Lancer's eyes widened.
My Power of Destruction began to eat away at his Divine Flames.
***
Got home super late when I wrote this chapter the other day, so it's a on the smaller side.
If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone Mordred revealed properly.
Chapter 160:An Invisibility Potion from Skyrim combined with an illusion to hide any marks I make on the ground and lastly, a quick Muffle to silence my movements should render me nearly undetectable undetectable. With Berserker remained Astralized at my side, I approached the battle going on ahead. From what I could make out, a man in golden armor wielding a lance was fighting another silver haired man with a glowing dragon tattoo wielding a sword, while what appeared to be another Servant and Master standing off to the side. Curious. Though, as I got close, the Servant glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. Damn, even with all that and the Ring of the Khajiit, she could still notice me. She wasn't interfering at all, was this Ruler? She gave off a feeling similar to Shirou. I silently waved, causing her to slightly raise her eyebrow but otherwise didn't react even as I walked up to the rather large man standing near her, enthralled by the fight he was watching. He was wearing some gaudy white and gold uniform that looked like it barely fit him. He was clenching his fist angrily, staring at the fight, muttering things under his breath. I paused as I glanced at the fight again, having gotten this close. I couldn't help but grip my heart, as if something was bearing down on me by merely existing. It was a familiar feeling, one I felt from several weapons I've interacted with at this point. Dragon Slayer Speak of the devil... The Silver haired man wielding a greatsword with a glowing Dragon Tattoo on his chest. His existence practically shouted 'danger' to my dragon nature. I wanted to fight him. I wanted to defeat him. The urge was so much I didn't realize my fingers were digging into my skin and drawing blood. I took a silent breath, regaining my bearings as I focused on the master. Taking a few steps forward, I quickly grabbed his mouth, my invisibility fading at the slightest touch. "Good evening." I was of course polite and offered a greeting to him. "MHMMHMPHH" He muffled something, but it was hard to understand. His Circuits visibly lit up as if he was going to cast a spell. "None of that" I wagged my finger infront of his face, a little bit of electricity forming at the tip in a threatening manner. "Master!" The apparent Saber broke away from the engagement, barreling toward me at an impressive speed. "Saber" I called out as my servant materialized, intercepting him midway. I could guess he was the Saber of Black by what was going on. The Dragon Slayer's eyes widened as he was pushed back in that quick exchange. I wanted to fight him, but I felt like if I did, I wouldn't stop until one of us died, and that was not in the plan at the moment. "Insect." Raikou looked at him in contempt, holding her sword up. "Well." I held my hands up. "I guess it was my fault for expecting something from the French." My lips curled up, I glanced at her and saw a small twitch of her eye. "Anyways, thanks for waiting, Lancer." I turned my attention back towards Lancer of Red. He looked amused by the whole thing. "The presence I feel from you piqued my interest, It is rare to find someone in this era that is so capable." He took a stance. "Come." My other swords flew out, straight at him. He appeared surprised for only the briefest of moments, His Lance blurred with such speed and accuracy that they were all deflected with the barest of movements. My true attack didn't even gain me the initiative as he was able to meet me as if nothing happened. I slammed my sword down from above, he twirled his staff, blocking it and counter attacking in all one motion. I narrowly dodged one of the protruding spikes on his weapon from tearing into my Aura. His martial arts were very impressive. We barely started, and I could accept that he skill level was above mine without feeling ashamed. My swords took flight, lashing out from all angles, yet he continued to deflect, dodge, and parry each one with minimal effort. All the while he didn't allow me to gain an inch and even good push me back. "Impressive." Lancer had a small smile on his face. "Your attacks speak of a honed technique. In a decade, the outcome might have been different. Alas, I have received a new order, I must remove Ruler, forgive me for cutting our bout short. I will show my appreciation by utilizing my true power." He looked a bit saddened by his own words. "O'Agni." The area around him erupted in divine flames. My Aura flared to the peak, just to stave off the activation of his ability. Was it another version of 'Mana burst'? I looked around, and found the perfect cover. "Protect me Saintess~" I dived behind Ruler's back as divine fire poured down on me. "W-WHAT!?" She blurted out, but her flag moved to defend. The flames bore down on me her, but she held strong. I could imagine she had some impressive magic resistance due to her class. A necessity due to her role in moderating the war. "Well done, partner." I gave her a thumbs up. "That's not allowed!" She glared at me. "What're you talking about? You're standing here in the middle of a fight, it's not my fault you get hit." I feigned innocence. "But I suppose it's time to stop holding back a bit." What point was there in continuously hiding my abilities in a fight like this? My swords returned to me, floating around slowly as I let go of Mirage and took the Sword of Destruction into my hand. It was appropriate to keep trump cards, but it wasn't wise to keep literally everything back. Lightning gathered at my feet, visibly crackling against the ground. My hand grips the sword tight, and I fed it my aura, the Power of Destruction manifesting along its edge, jutting off, arcing and jumping all around. Lancer didn't respond, looking at me intently before kicking off the ground. I responded, meeting him as his Divine Flames clashed with my Power of Destruction for the first time. I poured everything I had into it, to fight against the raging inferno of divinity. Lancer's eyes widened. My Power of Destruction began to eat away at his Divine Flames. *** Got home super late when I wrote this chapter the other day, so it's a on the smaller side. If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone Mordred revealed properly.
