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

Chapter LIV: Teamwork

(I realize I never included a reference of what the ships look like, so that is what the cover image is supposed to represent)

"That's the Harrison I remember," Jalter said with a smile helping him to his feet as more crew members got in between them and Luke. Harrison jumped in place a couple of times trying to loosen up as he rolled and stretched his muscles. He only needed to glance at Jalter to confirm he was ready. With a flash, they both rocketed forward at the same time. They were not as fluid as before having to slow at times or second guess each other's movements but they didn't step on each other's toes. The men gathered in front of them were merely distractions.

When they finally leaped from the ship they had taken over it caught Luke and Francis off guard as she had to shift her cannons to the side. With a loud sound of discharging energy Jalter yelled, "DUCK!" Harrison hit the floor of the next ship instantly as Jalter's pulled both of her hands upwards purple flames engulfing her form, "Völkermord Feuerdrache!" A large dragon made of the same flames exploded from her outstretched hands impacting the beams of light from the cannons hard. Causing a large explosion that shook the large ship Harrison and Jalter were currently on.

Without hesitation, Harrison scooped Jalter up as he lept to the last ship separating the two groups from each other. "LUKE!" Harrison called out as the two of them lept through the air. Jalter took a deep breath as they did so unsheathing two of her swords as they landed. She struck out almost instantly, and even though Harrison dodged to the best of his ability he was nicked by her blade as it cleaved a large horizontal slash through the rest of the people populating the deck of the boat.

Francis Drake and Luke were panicking a little bit at the displays of Jalter and Harrison. Luke knew Harrison was the master but he could easily keep up with his own bruiser of a servant who was crazy strong on her own. The assumption of which was on the fact she had thrown a full galley out of the water with relative ease it seemed. Even now they easily cleaved through all of Francis' obstacles set in place. They should have had a clear advantage in the water and with their perfect teamwork. "Damnit Harrison, you've already grown triple since the fight began," Francis said from beside Luke as she unclasped her guns. "Luke you should prepare for more close quarters as well, we may still have this as long as there are no more surprises," Francis continued.

Harrison could feel the exhaustion creeping into his bones, he just had to push a little bit further. As he looked at Jalter he was reminded of what he was fighting for, "For the wishes and dreams of others." Jalter had a face of pure seriousness her eyes were dilated and her expression screamed determined. "Alright throw me over I'll make room for you," Harrison commanded Jalter as they ran towards the edge of the ship approaching the large bastion that was Francis' personal vessel. With a nod, Jalter thrust her foot forward as she stopped before the edge of the deck thrusting her arm back for Harrison to clasp. When they did clasp hands Jalter put all of her strength and weight into throwing Harrison up over the edge of the deck.

He landed on his hands twirling around like an acrobat before springing onto the deck with a thud. For the first time, Harrison saw the master Luke Cavall. He had shaggy blonde hair and green eyes that didn't match the seriousness of the completion as he seemed all too lax almost as if it was a game. "I'm afraid Harrison this is where I have to take the victory no hard feelings," Luke said with a smile that wasn't pretentious or cocky but honest. "Only if you are okay with being dead wrong," Harrison countered getting into his fighting stance. It was a low stance with his arms outstretched, one Salter had taught him for taking on multiple opponents, however, he knew he wouldn't be able to take both of them down he only needed to buy time for Jalter.

The sounds of gunshots signaled the beginning of the conflict as bullets came flying toward Harrison. Like a leaf through the winds, he evaded the bullets from Francis' guns. However, that didn't last long as he was forced to block a plasma blade from Luke. Harrison had never seen magecraft like it. As Luke pressed the blade into Harrison's arm it didn't cut but it did suddenly throw him back. "What about that Harrison, this blade is made of multiple mystic codes layered one atop the other creating a crazy strong blade with repulsive properties," Luke said giving it a few practice swings.

Harrison only rolled his shoulders smiling in a way that sent shivers down Luke's spine. With the sudden ferocity of a starving lion, Harrison slammed blow after blow into the blade, not even attempting to hit Luke himself. The result of such a sent locked Luke into blocking hastily and being forced into an awkward stance as the repulsive properties were affecting him more than Harrison it seemed. That is until Francis kicked Harrison in the ribs sending him flying into the rail. Harrison coughed up a little bit of blood as he stood. However, he also felt a small tremor through the floor and slammed his hand on the deck before standing.

As Harrison stood he could see the sword vibrate and increase in frequency from before it had struck him, so it probably absorbed kinetic force. "I have to get that blade out of the picture," Harrison thought to himself as he lunged back into the fight. This time he focused on dodging the sword and blocking the bullets with his arms. Imitating the wild swings of Jalter he began to overpower the two of them coming closer and closer to getting a good strike. However just as Francis thought she would be punched square in the face it seemed Harrison made a misstep tripping over himself. This gave Luke the perfect opportunity to counterattack coming down with his blade ready to strike Harrison in the head.

At the last second, he twisted in midair rotating and kicking the hand that held the blade sending it flying into the deck causing a large vibration to shake the entire boat. "Bingo," Harrison's eyes flashed bright blue and pink, and he fell on his back landing on the deck. At the same moment, Jalter burst through the deck from underneath both swords unsheathed catching both Francis and Luke off guard. With all the strength that Jalter could put into a strike her swords engulfed in purple flames she slammed her blades into Francis Drake instantly knocking her unconscious and carving large gashes into the hull of the boat with the force of the swing. The flames of which continue to carve forward cutting deep gashes that even split the ocean.

However not wasting a second upon landing Jalter whipped around to stare at Luke who was mostly unharmed. However, he just helped Harrison to his feet. Harrison was hesitant as Luke pulled him to his feet, but with a sigh, Luke said, "Alright alright that was pretty sick I and Francis were both expecting something from behind not underneath, no need to continue I surrender."