The King of the Grail's Fate (Fate/Nasuverse)

Chapter IV: Cataclysm

"Hey what are you doing I can walk just fine- Actually better question what the hell is going on!" Harrison begins to protest as he is being carried upon the shoulder of Salter. "Have you tried to move yet your muscles are beyond spent from exertion," Salter says matter of factly as she begins to walk towards Harrison's car. "Of course, I can-" Harrison began to protest before he realized he could move any part of his body no matter how hard he tried, however, it was this attempt that made him acutely aware of all the scratches, breaks, cuts, and bruises adorning his body.

 Not missing a beat Salter continues, "This is a Holy Grail War I am your servant summoned through that of the Holy Grail, you should have three command spells on the back of your left hand." At this point, Harrison attempted to look at his hand before realizing he couldn't in his current state. "I know all of that, but like all that stuff is real, the mages association and heroic spirits, they aren't just characters in a fictional story." Harrison interjects clearly confused, "Also there shouldn't be two of the same class of servant and you and Altria are both Saber-class so what's up?" Salter just nods before opening the passenger side door and sitting Harrison in the seat. "It would seem this war is different, I wish I knew more to tell you but I don't know, if you know the basic rules then you already know anything I could tell you," Salter says blankly as she sits in the driver side seat.

Harrison's mind is spinning with hundreds of thoughts and memories of the stories of previous Holy Grail wars he's read about in the Fate Stay Night visual novels. "This can't be-" he tries to get out before Salter quickly interrupts. "You feel it, the cuts the bruises, you saw your own death and you still question whether this is reality or not?" Harrison just closes his mouth having been shut up by Salter as she easily starts the car and begins to drive off with practiced efficiency. 

Harrison manages to turn his head over to look at the woman driving his father's car, her platinum blonde hair fluttering in the wind as the windows open. A small smile began to cross her lips as if a pleasant old memory returned to her mind. "You have a pretty high ridding skill correct?" Harrison asks having an idea that the answer is going to be yes, as the ridding skill directly translates into driving and other things of the like. Salter just nods still enjoying the pleasant ride. The brisk wind of the evening is crisp against Harrison's skin and sends the occasional shiver down his spine as more and more feeling slowly returns to him.
"Hey actually where are you taking me?" Harrison asks realizing he never told Salter a destination. "Avalon," she responds simply. "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY APARTMENT COMPLEX, CAN YOU READ MY MIND!" Harrison exclaims in disbelief. This causes Salter to let out a small laugh as she covers her mouth with her free hand. "No, no, one of your keys just had the name engraved in them," she says through her laugh. "Oh, yeah..." Harrison says deflating at this realization. A couple of minutes go by the two of them driving in silence, the only sounds are the wind whipping through the windows, the predictable rev of the engine, and the clinking of the void-like armor Salter wears.

Harrison isn't paying total attention to where Salter is going as he is more lost in his thoughts about being in a battle royale-style battle between mages. Well, that is until Salter suddenly floors the pedal causing the engine to roar to life. "Salter what are you doing!" Harrison yells trying to be heard over the engine as he realizes she has driven to the highway in the polar opposite direction of his house. The only response he gets is perfect shifts as Salter navigates his car. It accelerates at a blinding speed the turbocharger screaming to life. "WOOOOOOOOO!" Salter exclaims as if she was on a rollercoaster as she dips in and out of lanes dodging traffic. As the vehicle quickly approaches 88 mph (kph ) the windows close sealing the car. "He would never have let me do this!" Salter says this with a wide smile. "WHAT, I NEVER SAID YOU COULD DO THIS EITHER, AND WHERE ARE WE EVEN GOING!" Harrison cries out in panic grabbing onto anything he could on the inside of the vehicle as they approached 130 mph. Salter begins to laugh allowing a face of pure glee, "No need to scream, I'm just having fun... Oh hey, look at that." 

Harrison snapped his head around in an instant wincing at the pain that shot through his body. When his vision finally recovered from swimming he caught sight of, "WHY!" he exclaims as his eyes land upon a fleet of other sports cars, gaining on them quickly as Salter begins to slow. Soon a BMW M4 pulls up next to them and revs its engine. "Salter don't you dare," Harrison says before he is pinned to his seat.