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

Chapter LXIX: On

Berserker made his way down the mountain with ease as he quickly whipped out a small spear and cut one of the thick trees clean in half. Before jumping on it to ride down the mountain as if it was a surfboard. Jessica didn't pay that much attention as she was more so focused on the ritual passed down through her family for generations, which had the power to bring forth imitations of legendary gear or weapons from history, weakened noble phantasms to some extent. Although she thought this match was already over she knew from her own research exactly what an upset Harrison could cause with his servants.

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Despite running straight for the mountain Harrison wasn't looking forward whatsoever as his focus was completely on the clash between father and son. Mordred and Salter, he didn't know what to think of their duel other than worry. So far no matter what Salter did it seemed to be negligible against Mordred and Harrison would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. Though he wasn't able to dwell on his growing anxiety for too long. With a thunderous boom, a spear made its way across his face leaving a sizable gash. Jessica's second servant was moving to intercept him and he was surfing a tree! Harrison immediately recognized this servant, however, as it was one of his favorites design-wise. Lancelot Berserker, maybe it was because of how aware of his own abilities and Berserkers that he knew as things currently stood he would not win this fight.

Even with Harrison's mystic eyes of death perception, he would be sorely outclassed in speed and power meaning they would essentially be worthless in the grand scheme of things. Harrison's other option of strengthening or fielding may be able to help him match Lancelot but still, it would only tire him out faster. The only way he could reasonably make it out of this is if he managed to use both at the same time. His mystic eyes and his strengthening magic, give him the speed and power to counter the endless noble phantasms Lancelot may be able to throw at him. 

Green lines momentarily traveled all along Harrison's body, as he locked his eyes on Lancelot. Lancelot slammed his foot into the tree he was ridding causing it to rise up in the front before he leaped off and grabbed the large tree trunk throwing it at Harrison. Harrison's magic circuits died out as his eyes turned pink and blue indicating his mystic eyes. He reached to his back where he kept Shiki's knife and tracing the crack in the world intercepted the large trunk easily splitting it in half around himself. However, Lancelot was merciless and was right behind the trunk, without hesitation he slammed his fist into Harrison's gut as soon as the tree was cut in two. Harrison coughed up blood as the punch sent waves of pain throughout his entire body. 

Switching to his magic circuits again, he followed up with a strike of his own swinging down in a broad slash with his knife, Lancelot blocked the strike with a raised arm. Though the real goal of the strike was to give Harrison something to push off of, as he rocketed away, rolling to his feet. Harrison scrambled up as he ran. He glanced behind himself quickly and saw Lancelot tailing him. I still have to get all the way up there before she can reveal her trump card, how is it that I am supposed to defeat Lancelot quickly damnit. Harrison's thoughts came in panicked droves as he lacked an answer, his plan was slowly crumbling and he couldn't think of anything to do.

He was reminded of a train of thought he had a while ago where he compared himself to the main characters of the different Fate continuities. In his mind, he wasn't protagonist material and unlike last time he doubted there would be some new magic for him to learn to Ex Machina him out of dodge. Lancelot came from behind Harrison kicking him square in the side of the head sending him flying away down the mountain and interrupting his thoughts. Harrison struggled to his feet as his circuits sputtered on and off. Lancelot however seemed to be enjoying thrashing him around.

As Harrison struggled to his feet he couldn't bring his mind to bear as he stared down the red glowing mantle of the servant before him all he could think of was the image of Salter's picturesque smile. What he would do to protect that smile to make sure she got to smile again. Artoria never got to be a normal girl and for the first time, Harrison realized that he might have been the closest thing Salter experienced to being normal. Harrison couldn't help the tears that fell from his face as that realization hit him harder than he imagined. No wonder why she seemed off this whole time, this just was more of the same for her. She deserved better.

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"She will never get better if I don't make it through this," Harrison grit his teeth as he received a swift kick to the face again knocking him to the floor. Harrison didn't struggle to his feet this time, as he whipped his body around sweeping Lancelot's legs. Harrison then quickly spun to his feet as Lancelot did a similar move returning them to an equal playing field. Wiping the blood from his mouth and with newfound resolve, Harrison said, "Let's try this again why don't we."