"Let's move it, ladies!" I shout while running into the small castle in the center of the city, though it's really more of a fortified building, "You too, Amadeus!"
"But why isn't Gil running!?" Amadeus cries out.
"Because he is a child. You, on the other hand, are a grown man," I point out as we enter the building, "Jeanne, do your thing."
Jeanne shakes her head at me but complies, using her limited Ruler abilities to find our missing Servant. After a few seconds, her eyes open.
"They are in there," Jeanne says, pointing to a closed door at the end of the entrance hall.
We all hurry over and I try to open the door, "Dammit, it's locked!"
"Allow me, Master," Mash says, and I quickly get out of the way as she slams the door open with her shield.
My shielder walks in first, followed by the rest of us, and everyone's eyes immediately land on a man standing in the middle of the small room. His hair is long and silvery-white, his eyes are red and draconic. He wears silver and black armor, though there's a large split down his chest that reveals it entirely, along with a glowing scar that travels down his chest. In his hands is a large silver broadsword, which means he's probably a Saber. He also, clearly, is barely able to stand at the moment.
"Found him!" Mash exclaims before yelping as the very weak Servant lunges forward and swings at her, although Mash is able to raise her shield in time.
"One after... another," the Servant pants.
"Whoa! Calm down, we're not your enemy!" I exclaim, holding my hands up placatingly.
The Servant pauses.
"We don't have time for this!" Mash exclaims, "The dragon is approaching, along with several Servants!"
"A dragon, huh?" the Servant asks, lowering his sword, "I see. That's why I was summoned and then attacked."
"Look, pal, we can help you and explain everything later," I say, "Right now we've got to go!"
"I'm sorry. I suppose I owe you for this," the Servant says as Jeanne begins helping him out of the building.
"Just kill the dragon and we'll call it even," I reply, as we all follow behind.
I pause when Artoria places a hand on my shoulder, causing us to lag behind the rest of the group.
"Vox, that Servant..." Artoria says.
"Is a dragon, or at least part dragon," I finish, "I could sense it. But we can worry about that later, okay?"
"Very well, Vox," Artoria says.
I nod and we quickly catch up with the other Servants.
"Hurry, Vox!" Marie exclaims as Artoria and I exit the "castle", "Even we can sense it approaching!"
"It's within plain sight now!" Roman says as a shadow begins to loom over the city of Lyon, "This is..."
"Well, we're fucked," I comment as we all slowly look up at the massive form of a true dragon.
The thing is gigantic, making wyverns look minuscule in comparison. Its scales are pitch black, with spikes protruding from its head and running down its neck, while its eyes are blood red. The entire thing screams evil, and atop it rides the emo chick herself.
"Well, what do we have here? I was wondering what you found, but it turns out it's just a dying Servant," Jeanne Alter cackles, "I suppose you can all die together!"
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They Call me Vox
Ficção CientíficaWhen asking someone, who knows of the Moonlit World, to describe a magus, they'll tell you magus are: paranoid, reclusive, distrustful, immoral, etcetera etcetera. Vox Amethyst is none of these things. In fact, she's practically the exact opposite o...