Harrison is your average Fate fan with a "light" obsession with FGO. However with a Holy Grail of his own can he survive? See if he can become one of the seven core masters, with his first of many servants Artoria Pendragon (Alter), or will his name...
The hiss of metal against leather rang out cutting right through the sounds of the battlefield. Watching a sunset in reverse, beautiful colors of purple orange, and red exploded down the large octpus-like arms splitting it down the middle in one clean cut as flames billowed out from the wound licking at the flesh. It fell to the floor with a crash as the strike's momentum carried the two haves of the arms around Harrison and those behind him. Once all seemed to settle again the whipping winds, dust, and sound came to a comparative lul Harrison saw a figure obscured by dust and debris. Jalter's jaw dropped as she stared at the figure holding what seemed to be a simple katana.
As the dust cleared his features became more apparent. He had long hair pulled back into a ponytail as black as the night sky, with red tips as warm as a setting sun. A simple red jacket hung around his frame, however, what was most defining was the flame-like scar that burned above his left eye, and his katana's blade that seemed to be etched by the very fire itself across the length of the blade. "Harrison do you know who that is," Jalter half-whispered from behind him. "Yoriichi Tsugikuni," he said hoarsely in return his voice straining as is.
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The man turned on his heel to face Harrison. "Master I am the Saber that has heard your call, I can see your throat is beyond injured. I am already aware that the demon that stands behind me is the threat I have been summoned for, the one who summoned my brother here has died so I will default to you as my new Master. More importantly, I will make sure that it is eliminated successfully. Oh and thank you," the Saber spoke in a self-assured and confident tone, on the last words though he smiled softly as if remembering something sweet, before returning to face the beast. What none of them expected was when it spoke in the voice of the Game Master.
"NO NO NO THIS IS NOT HOW THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO GO THIS WAS MY GENIUS PLAN TO SUMMON THE GRIAL ALL THE SETUP THE PERFECT SERVANT, YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM ME. ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WERE ELIMINATED I TOOK ALL OF THEIR COMMAND SEALS FOR MYSELF. THEN I USED MY CASTER SERVANT TO SUMMON THIS MONSTER THE ULTIMATE BEAST TO TAKE THE COMMAND SEALS OF THOSE REMAINING, AND NOW I AM ONLY THREE AWAY FROM MY ULTIMATE GOAL. AND YOU, YOU THINK ONE SABER CLASS IS GONG TO STOP ME I WILL WIN THIS WAR I WILLLL-KRRRRREEEECCCCH," the Game Master's voice came at them like a hurricane yet the Saber seemed unphased.
"I can see into the hidden world do not think you can escape the edge of my blade demon," the Saber said as he looked on at the challenge before him the limbs of the monster flying with enough might to easily cleave through the stone. In fact, one of the limbs was crashing through the little remaining stone between them and the monster, Yoriichi unphased ran straight for the limb with a blank emotionless expression, one of focus and only focus, not a drop of animosity found its way into his swordsmanship. As if it was as simple as walking up a slight slop he began to run up the undulating limb with iron-hard determination. Heading straight for the body. However, the many smaller appendages around the face shot forth toward Yoriichi. "Enbu," he said simply as 8 limbs closed in on him like rockets.
All Harrison could see was an explosion of blood and dust from the impact spot before an eruption of flames cut through the debris scattering them throughout the air, revealing the scene. Yoriichi had jumped up in the air before striking toward cleaving all of the limbs launched at him in one clean verticle strike. "YOU CAN DIE ALREADY," the Game Master, no more accurately the monster shouted at the Saber class. The flames that channeled along the body of the monster weren't aggressive or filled with malice like Jalter's or even like a warm blanket like Salter's Flames of Dread, but they were more indifferent with an otherworldly appearance to them that Harrison couldn't quite place.
"Heki-ra no Ten," was the next phrase uttered by Yoriichi as he spun in a full 360 degrees mid-air slicing through the flesh of the monster easily leaving a large burning gash across the tentacles. That is when one of the monstrous arms tried to sweep at Yoriichi, "Retsujitsu Kōkyō," he uttered as if part of a practiced dance as two strikes beautifully defended against the large chunk of mass flying towards him. It was a beautiful display as Yoriichi continued to climb higher and higher. However, that did not stop the efforts of the monster as its stretches only increased in volume and abbreviation. Suddenly hundreds of the smaller tentacles it had for a mouth shot off towards Yoriichi who was now only 20-30 feet from the head. "Shakkotsu En'yō," was the next phrase and the third move to the intricate dance. With a thrust, flames erupted from the tip of the blade cleaving its way through the tentacles easily giving Yoriichi the ability to jump off of the individual tentacles up to eye level with the monster.
"Shayō Tenshin," with a flash Yorrichi was behind the monster, flames exploding from its neck as if a supernova itself was contained in between the two ends. The high-pressure orange flames burst outwards like a flower blooming upwards and around the monstrous head easily covering it, in a fiery death.
