They Call me Vox

Singularity 1: Act 12-13

The next morning passes with little words. I, once again, found myself waking up to Artoria looking down at me. I think I've become immune to this since I barely blushed as we got ready. By the time the sun was above the treeline, we were making our way to Orleans. The trip itself isn't long, since we were quite close when we stopped to camp.

We come to a stop at the edge of a vast, open, and slightly hilly field. The road continues through the area, heading directly towards the city in the distance, Orleans. My eyes narrow at the groups of zombies and skeletons littering the area, but they pale in comparison to the sheer amount of wyverns that fill the air like a swarm of insects.

A wyvern spots us and roars before diving, closely followed by its fellows. On the ground, the footsoldiers run at us as fast as their decayed bodies can.

"Alright ladies and gents, give 'em hell!" I shout, grinning as Solas Dawn appears in my hands.

My Servants dart forward to engage. Ushiwakamaru and Elisabeth close in on the zombies and skeletons, utilizing their speed to cut through the monsters. Amadeus fires blasts of magical energy at the wyverns. My dragon slayer, other Rider, and Berserker rush towards the open field, hoping to draw in the wyverns and preparing to strike down any that crash to the ground. Artoria, naturally, stays near me because she's an overprotective dragon. Mash and Jeanne hang back to intercept any enemies that get past the other Servants. Multiple Gates of Babylon, at least a hundred, open around Gil as he prepares his Noble Phantasm.

"Barbaric, but this too, is a strategy," Gil chants, as weapons of all sorts begin to emerge from countless portals, "This is how you use treasures. Gate of Babylon!"

The child Servant thrusts his hand forward, and enough weapons to supply an army tenfold fire towards the wyverns. I wince at the pull on my mana reserves, but my grin stays as most of the wyverns succumb to the onslaught. Many plummet to the ground, their wings tattered or simply too injured, while others die midair.

A few seconds later, the barrage ends and only a few wyverns are still flying. I flash Gil a smile, "Nice work, Gil!"

Gil perks up, seemingly regaining whatever energy he had lost, "Thank you, Miss Vox!"

"Hmm, impressive," a female voice says before an arrow flies through the air and hits Mash in the leg.

Mash cries out in pain as she collapses.

"Alas, I will have to kill you. All of you!" a figure drops from one of the few trees that dot the landscape, "Every last one of you will shatter before my bow!"

The woman, who can only be Berserk Archer judging by her black and gold bow, pulls back the string of her weapon as another arrow forms out of thin air. Her hair is long and blonde, flowing in the wind that comes with an open space. Sticking out of her hair are a pair of lion ears, and a matching lion tail can be seen waving behind her. Her eyes are forest green and would've been pretty if not for the faint red glow of madness in them. She wears a simple green dress that is short enough to allow movement but long enough to still be modest.

"Archer of Red," Jeanne says, sadly, "She must have been forced under madness enhancement! She would have never done this willingly!"

"Then let's stop her suffering," I say, "Arty, Jeanne, take care of her. Gil, cover them. I'll see to Mash."

"Yes, Master."

3rd Person

Vox sprints over to where Mash is, as her Ruler and King of Knights move to engage Berserk Archer.

"Mash!" Vox calls out, sliding to a stop beside the Servant.

"Senpai?" Mash asks.

The Shielder tries to get to her feet, but falls back down with a cry of pain, clutching her left leg.