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

Chapter LXX: To

Salter was also not in a good spot as it seemed Mordred wasn't lying Salter tried everything she could but no matter what technique or how strong the blow she seemed invulnerable to the damage in its entirety. "You... I will win-" Salter said between heavy breaths as Mordred sauntered closer as if this fight was nothing more than a game to her. "Heh you are still clutching to that fantasy of yours, I hate to break it to you, father but the chances of you winning this fight is none excitant," Mordred said as she lifted Salter up by her hair holding her body off the ground. Salter coughed up blood right into Mordred's face, she flinched before whipping the blood from her face. Mordred then took her free arm and bringing it back threw a punch that echoed throughout the entire mountainside with the force it leveled.

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As Harrison stood he heard a loud boom ring out all around him, I hope that is Salter doing some damage, he thought to himself. Though with newfound resolve in himself and his servants, Harrison charged forward his mind made up. After all, Salter was just as human as him, she could grow, triumph, anything she put her mind to he was sure she could accomplish. 

Punching solid steel was not fun and Harrison soon found that his knuckles glistened with blood. Berserker on the other hand seemed to have a much easier time dealing and absorbing damage as Harrison's strikes seemed to do no damage and yet he was thrown around like a doll. However, no matter how Harrison was thrown around he got up quickly and came at Berserker with another technique a new idea. On a similar note, this time as he spun to his feet Harrison ground his teeth the pain in his fists not allowing him to make a fist anymore as a new idea wormed its way into his mind. Harrison was getting thrown around but he hadn't actually thrown Berserker yet. Making up his mind with a new mission Harrison lunged at Berserker who easily backstepped out of Harrison's direct reach.

This is exactly what Harrison wanted, however, as, with Berserker on the back pedal, a counterattack would be much much harder. So continuing his momentum Harrison shoot to the floor extending his leg with a quick sweep impacted Berserker's legs knocking him off balance. Berserker didn't panic however as Harrison expected from what Salter told him, "Any knight is prepared for the unexpected the only way to shock a true knight is to hit them with something themselves has never been hit by." With a guttural battle cry, Harrison took another step throwing his arm up before bringing it down on the face of Berserker, as hard as possible. When the knight impacted the mountain it cracked and shattered in a way that was a show of force beyond what a normal person should be able to muster. Though it was still penance to a servant, Berserker's body slowly twitched underneath Harrison's grasp.

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Salter's eyes snapped open with a sharp inhale of air into her lungs. The light was too warm in coloration, not the harsh sun she found herself in moments earlier. She pushed herself off of the surprisingly soft mattress she found herself on. She seemed to be in some sort of library as books on all sides surrounded her, yet despite never having been here before it felt familiar like a home away from home. "Lancer are you awake," a smooth and calm voice came from the left of Salter. Salter snapped her head to the left wondering who mentioned a lancer class. The face of the person was smeared out as if obscured by a thick haze, however, she could tell they weren't looking at her. They were looking through her, and as she turned to her right she saw herself...

A version of herself that is. One with long hair that trailed down farther than her own, she was taller and more feminine for sure, even in the armor she wore. Salter couldn't help but feel embarrassed or was it guilt she herself couldn't explain it? Though despite the mixed feelings she still knew this was the Lancer Saint Graph version of herself. Lancer turned at her mater's call and looked at him with a soft smile. "Yes, I am up, what is it you wanted to discuss," she said in a harsh tone that betrayed her mannerisms. "Those flames of dread I think [error] finally figured out what exactly they are," the unnamed person spoke though the name came out as a stream of static. Despite this Salter's ear perked up at the notion of learning what those self-destructive flames were and their fundamental purpose if they had one.

Despite this a shrill cry came through the back of her head, one she could clearly tell wasn't from a vision, dream, or premonition, she couldn't tell. It was Harrison, and the moment she realized her breath caught in her throat. "What am I doing, I..." her voice died out. Her thoughts began to spiral downward. She felt stuck, as Morgan said she was broken she couldn't help her master like this. However, judging by that scream she didn't have the luxury to watch this play out, she would just have to figure it out on her own. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply the next time she opened her eyes it was just in time as one of Mordred's gauntleted hands was coming down on her face fast. Quickly regaining herself she rolled out of the way getting on her feet as she summoned Morgan to her hand.

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Berserker kicked Harrison in the chest knocking him backward onto his back about 50ft away. Now Harrison couldn't really see what Berserker was doing because of the smoke he made with the throw he used. However, the shrill noises that came from the smoke were very concerning. As Harrison pushed himself to sit up he saw a jet fighter fly into the sky with a loud boom. "Damnit," Harrison said as he looked at Berserker's noble phantasm.