Fate/Zero: A Different Path

Chapter 45

What is stronger, Servant or Magus?

Shadows of crystalized past, preserved in a classified container, then brought back to life. On the other hand, practitioners of an ancient arts preserved through history of several thousand years

Not exactly hard question. the answer require common sense. If such is your intelliengece quotient, you could easily tell if one will triumph over one another in combat.

I look at the lines of people surrounding me. The light reflected off their armor in darkness, showing suppression gear designed for human combatant

I judge the distance and number. Too far away to engage in melee, too numerous to takedown. Their firearm are trained on me, ready to take me down with a pull of the trigger

Magus are just superior in terms of both intelligence and combat. If the Servants are but mere shadow of themselves, the odds become more skewered. 

As their power are restrited by mundane life, not once did they feel the need to use the full extent off their power

In a real battle, a normal Magus would absolutely curbstomp weak Servants like Gilgamesh

So when the Enforcer surrounded me, and I only have my six feeble Servants to defend myself, all I could feel is unadultered fear for my life.

My feet is trembling in my boots. My hands is stained with sweats. I could see the ghost of my ancestors calling me names for messing with the elite, all-powerful Clock Tower

I know that, even against normal Magus, I was doomed. There was no way for me to escape from them-- Or was it really what I thought?

There was no way for them to esape from me

"Kiritsugu Emiya!"

With a roar, the leader willed his Enforcers to raise their rifle. the automatic trigger pull activated, sending rain of 7.62x39mm rounds descending upon me.

I did not move out of their way, but only close my eyes

An unseen weapon split the air, slashing at the projectile in their path with unrivaled precision

In front of the shocked eyes of the Enforvers, the steel tips were sliced apart by an invisible force, causing the two halves of the bullets to whizz by me without harm

At the same time, a lithe figure materialized in front of me with Mana particles trailing from his wake. 

Diarmuid ua Duibhne brandish his weapon. He placed one hand on the ground as the Irish spearman entered a crouching stance, like a hound waiting for order

Tense and coiled. A single spring to push one self into the line of fire. Such is the fighting spirit of the Celt

"Fetch me their lives"

At my words, he lunged. A single flash in the air, a ripple in the fabric of reality, too fast for the naked eye to perceive. A man was speared through the throat

Chaos broke out amidst the rank as they turned their guns toward each other in panic.

He disappeared in a blur amidst the bullet storm. Lancer's Gae Dearg pierced the heart, his Gae Buidhe slashed at the flesh. Blood spattered and screamed echoed around him

Some of them tried to ran away. They barely got three steps away when the Servant easil caught up with one of them. The golden spear stabbed through their head, instantly killing them

Lancer spun his spear and deflect another hail of bullet, this time he redirected them toward the enemies surrounding me, deflecting the bullet back at the enemy