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

Chapter LXXII: And

Behind Harrison, he could hear the sounds of Berserker's rage and Mordred's taunting mixed in with the sounds of metal against metal. The only thing keeping Harrison going at this point was the hope for tomorrow the want to make it up to not only Jalter, but Salter as well both of them felt he had wronged by agreeing to this, but he had to live with his fate and move on. As he looked up the mountain towards where Jessica was performing her ritual he noticed a lot of the stone seemed to be fuzzy, but it could be just from the distance and his abundance of injuries. So he didn't pay it much mind as his legs continued to pump. 

"You love her don't you," a familiar voice echoed in Harrison's mind that wasn't his. This made him whip around trying to identify the speaker.  "Where are you!" he shouted as he tried to force air back into his lungs the raised altitude making that more difficult. "Nowhere, where you could touch me," the voice seemed to taunt. Harrison didn't verbally respond this time he just focused more on his surroundings, and eventually, his eyes landed on the fuzzy stone below Jessica. His eyes widened in shock as he looked on at an army of skeletons. Harrison's body froze up as a creeping sense of dread slammed into him forcing him to his knees. Seeing the hundreds if not thousands of skeletons that populated the area made his heart sink. "I- I can't win..." he said defeated, the last vestiges of strength leaving his body.

"Get up," the voice commanded him. Harrison just shook his head wanting to stay lost in his own dread. "GET UP I SAID," the voice only got louder. "WHY SHOULD I, LOOK AT THAT WHAT IS THE POINT-" Harrison's voice caught in his throat as images of memories he couldn't control flashed through his mind. The smiling faces of Jalter, Yor, Annabelle, Stella, and Salter all flashed through his mind. The success of beating Harrison's first core master, taking Salter to the mall, and Salter watching over Harrison's injured body. These scenes all played through Harrison's mind. "Get up," however this time it wasn't a strange voice it was Harrison telling himself. Slowly but surely his legs began to shake pushing him back on his feet. Unlike the murderous smile of Salter, or the sarcastic look of Jalter, this time Harrison wore his own face. One of calm and seriousness, it lacked any animosity within it as he looked up towards the army of skeletons protecting Jessica.

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Salter was by no means winning but she wasn't losing as badly now as in her mind things slowly began to sort themselves out subconsciously. Quite possibly all she needed now was for herself to acknowledge what she already knew. Though Lancelot and Mordred were putting up a very good fight their teamwork was beyond anything Salter had faced by this point. So when Salter struck Lancelot with a strong punch to the chest, as she had thrown her sword to save Harrison, and he seemed to take the full force without blocking or dodging she was surprised. That is until he took his opportunity to grapple Salter forcing her arms to the side and restraining her fully.

"THAT IS IT FATHER I AM ENDING THINGS NOW. THE LONGER THIS FIGHT DRAGS ON THE STRONGER YOU SEEM TO GET. THIS IS THE REMAINS OF MY FATHER'S SWORD HARNESSED BY A TRUE KINGS STRENGTH, SHARDS OF EXCALIBUR MORGAN, CLARENT BLOOD ARTHUR," Mordred shouted as she raised her arms to the heavens a power very similar to Salter's Excalibur Morgan began coalescing. 

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Harrison ran with all his might faster than he had ever run before. For some reason, he felt two great powers one from in front of him and one to his rear gathering mana. He didn't have the constitution to activate his magic circuits now, yet he ran at a speed similar to that of Jalter without his strengthening magic as adrenaline determination and death filled his world. He long since had been able to feel the cold embrace of death taking him, but he refused to go under not until he was killed outright, or he won. So when he came within the range of the skeletons Harrison didn't bat an eye, did not hesitate, he simply reached behind himself.

With a satisfying sound of the hiss of metal against a sheath, he pulled out Shiki's knife. Closing his eyes for only a moment Harrison forced all the mana he could into his eyes, and when the snapped open the world that he saw was unlike any time he had used the eyes before. For the first time, he saw the death of all things not just what was close to him, the gruesome nature of it almost drove him to insanity at that moment, "I have a job to do," was the only thing keeping him focused.

He tore through the assembled skeletons as if they were paper cutting and piercing through them as if they were nearly not there at all. His speed and power scared Jessica who was now watching him closely as seemingly no matter how many skeletons were thrown at him, he was still making progress towards her. At one point through his slaughter, he glanced behind himself to see the crowd of skeletons flanking him, but more importantly, he saw Salter with Berserker restraining her as it seemed Mordred was using Salter's own noble phantasm. Salter locked eyes with Harrison at this moment as Mordred lunged forward and moments before Mordred made an impact with Salter's chest Harrison did the only thing that came to his head.

"SALTER!" he called with all the oxygen in his lungs.

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It was when the cry reached her ears that Salter's mind was made up for real. "I understand Morgan what you meant now, you didn't mean broken like a saint graph or anything like that, you meant my mind. I love him, I really do, I don't care what the grail says I am that is the one thing I know for certain," Salter's voice echoed in her own head. Her armor disappeared in the flash of flames, as she revealed the casual clothes Harrison and her had picked out including the baseball cap. "DIE!" Mordred said bringing her open palm strike down on Salter.

Salter broke free of Lancelot as if he wasn't there, to begin with as she countered the blow with her own open hand stopping Mordred's strike. "You are right, I have failed as a father. I SHOULD HAVE DISCIPLINED YOU LONG AGO. FLAMES OF DREAD GATE TO AVALON!!!!!"