Fuyuki City, Suburbs
As the city slept, a battle raged on.
(Y/N): THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNING! REBEL 1!
A black bullet surged forward, meeting a blue spear thrust. This did not stop the former's assault, as the spear was bluntly deflected and it slammed against the spear's wielder.
(Y/N): Listen here, I've got this drum solo I've been working on! I'm gonna practice with your face!
The first clean hit of the fight had already been struck against Lancer's face, who proceeded to counterattack accordingly... but his counterattack was counterattacked even more intensely.
(Y/N): You're up against a wall and I AM THE FUCKING WALL!
It wasn't that Lancer wasn't a powerful Servant. No, each of the spearman's attacks was enough to strike down anyone less and even Servants would be killed if struck once or twice.
The Foreigner himself also left dozens of openings in his stance. However, he was simply fast enough to intercept Lancer when he took advantage of those openings.
(Y/N): Alright, the safe word is "Gacha Salt"!
BAM!
Lancer: Can you hit me anywhere besides the face?!
(Y/N): Actually, your face is hitting my fist! It's not my fault that your face isn't tough enough for those headbutts, you know!
He was also fast enough and powerful enough to ignore Lancer's guard and punch him in the face. Repeatedly.
(Y/N): Hey, Lancer, if this were a Pokemon match-up, what would our types be?! I feel like I belong in the Fairy-type roster since Berserkers are like the Dragon-type of Servants!
Lancer: Could you stop talking for one minute?!
(Y/N): Okay, no need to be salty because you're facing a Fairy/Steel-type with only Fighting-type moves on your arsenal.
Shinketsu: With full context, I feel like you'd be Fairy/Ghost-type.
(Y/N): You gotta expand your movepool, man. I can lend you a TM if you want!
Despite talking almost constantly, he was steadily increasing his attack patterns and forcing Lancer to adopt a completely defensive stance.
(Y/N): Come on, come on! They don't call you "Irish Hercules" for nothing, do they?! It's funny because the actual Hercules is around!
He wasn't even trying to distract Lancer with conversation. The effort he was investing into the fight was so infinitesimally small that it would be boring to stay silent throughout the exchange.
(Y/N): As I told you, you should stop aiming your face towards my fist!
Before he could land the 20th (30th? 50th? Rin had lost count at this point), the spearman disappeared. No, he jumped back, making him look like he disappeared.
(Y/N): Oh, hey! I've seen that skill before! Let's see... It's called, uh, Disengage, right? I was told that Lame Saber had it. I'm gonna call it "Detect"!
The albino's upbeat and cheerful demeanor was a stark contrast to Lancer, who looked quite frustrated with his situation. It was natural, as he had been overwhelmed without any chance to fight back.
(Y/N): Why aren't you having a good time, Lancer? I specifically requested it.
Lancer: Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Do you have some sort of Madness Enhancement that makes you a blabbermouth or something?
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Fate/Outer Code: Type-Andromeda (Nasuverse x OP!Male Reader)
FanfictionWhat if the Fourth Holy Grail War had an additional Servant? What if this extra Servant was the single most overpowered jerk summonable? No, not THAT overpowered golden jerk. This one makes him look like a saint with the sheer abundance of his ego. ...
