Fate/ Dire Paradox (Jeanne Alter X Male Reader)

Chapter 36

"This really has gotten very interesting," Caster says, "Tell me, Magus. What did you sacrifice to become what you are now?"

"A lot," I admit, pushing her Master off of me I watch him with narrowed eyes, "So this is what it feels like, to be like you," I glance at Jeanne through the corner of my eye, "Forgive me."

I step closer to her Master, his movements are quick and precise like that of a trained killer. He has some kind of magical reinforcement about him. Those two factors paired together to put him on equal footing with Servants.

Good. I was afraid this would have become easier, with the thought passing my mind I feel a smirk spread across my face.

In one motion Jeanne forces Archer to back up. Leaving him in her care I focus on severing the snake at the head. Without her Master - she is nothing. 

Trading punches that we both block with ease, he slips underneath my guard attacking my core. I take the trade, feeling the force of his punch meet my core. The pain all but drowns in a matter of moments.

Taking the opening, stepping on his foot to keep him from backing up I lift my knee into his back. Stepping off from him he kicks at my core. Blocking it with my arm, I grab his angle mid-block pulling him closer.

My fist connecting with his chest, the impact sends him flying through the air but despite the attack, he recovers mid-air. Holding his hand close to his chest, Caster appears in front.

"How strange? Where does this come from? Would you care to enlighten me?"

I glance to the side as Archer is backed up, Jeanne is wearing a vicious glare. As I return my gaze something pierces through me, lifting me up into the air I am flung through the air through the roof.

"That one hurt a bit," I laugh with a sneer, pushing the debris off from me I see Mordred standing just across from me, "Looks like Caster is doing me the favour."

"Oh? You, humans, are so pitiful. It takes only a little for you to lose yourself. Don't you see what you let yourself become," she chuckles, "This will make it all the sweater."

"You mistake me for losing myself," I rub the liquid trickling from my mouth, "Under normal circumstances that attack would have killed me," I laugh again, "Well. Come then. Face the monster you helped make."

I dash closer, the ground cracks underneath my feet. She reacts charging forward to meet head-on, keeping my hand hidden with a flame attack I attempt blinding her. She covers her vision in time only for me to use this to fling her through the courtyard.

 The wall she flew through then crumbles, I see the opening from the church. I glance down at the hole I came from only to find that Jeanne is not there anymore.

Where are you?

My question goes answered as I see a blaze of flame appear from the front of the church, blowing into the sky as if a dragon just landed. Guess that answers that.

Climbing through the rubble, Mordred then smirks, "If I didn't know any better I would have said you fight like a Servant. Where did this sudden strength come from. Bet it has something to do with those markings-"

Not letting her finish, I shoot a laser of flame towards her. She dodges it by stepping aside. Charging her again she leaps towards me leading with kicks that I block with my forearms. Only for red-like lightning to blast me into the ground.

"Ack!" I try to recover my breath before she gets another attack in, grabbing me by the collar she throws me through the wooden doors.

Rolling across the road leading up to the church, I land on my stomach. Lifting myself to my feet I see her tread closer, "But you underestimate me," she yells, grabbing her sword with both ends.