Heir of Treachery

Reforged Will

We're back. Also, hello.
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No POV
Unknown Coordinates X-A, Fuyuki

A burning city? Check. Little to no survivors? Check? Olga on top of Idris? Check.. wait.

Idris let out a groan as he felt weight on his chest, smelled smoke still, and could feel flames around him.

"I think I'm going to be sick," he managed to groan out as he put a hand on his face.

"For once I agree with you," Olga said, slowly shifting on top of him.

Idris slowly opened his eyes as Olga got off of him, letting his lungs be filled with the unclean air. He gave out a sigh as he sat up and looked around.

'I expected flames and something burning, but a city? Well it's not unexpected, but still a surprise,' he thought as he checked for any possible wounds on him, noting the location he and Olga were for later discussion.

"It might be a little unexpected to say this but," Idris looked at Olga and the surrounding area one last time, "I know what city we're in."

"And how do you know this?"

"Because I lived here for a bit," Idris looked to his right, spotting two skeletons approaching them, "We're currently in Japan. More specifically Fuyuki, Japan."

He summoned a unnamed blade as he burst towards the skeletons, kicking them around before using the pommel of his blade to knock their heads off and stomping their rib cage into pieces.

"And those were skeletons, meaning we might be facing a necromacer or.."

Olga looked at him, completely confused at the moment, "Or what? You can't just stop explaining in the middle of your explanation."

"Or we're in a grail war," he looked back at her, "Both of which I don't ever want to face again."

Olga stared at Idris as he started to pace around, likely trying to formulate a plan. But before he could do that Mash arrived with the master, who he had learned was named Rituska Fujimaru.

Idris now had to add them to his plan for survival, which meant more factors. He kept pacing before a hand was put on his shoulder, breaking his train of thoughts. He looked over at the hand and its owner, Fujimaru, and once again sighed.

"Idris," Mash started, but before she could finish Idris interrupted her.

"What? I've lost my wings? I've noticed, I assure you."

"Not that! I was trying to sa- DUCK!!"

Idris wasted no time and lowered his body as a curved blade of a scythe went past his head. He quickly summoned his armor in a flash of red as he held Clarent with all his strength trying to hold back the scythe and its owner.

"A Saber?" She asked, clearly surprised by the events happening in front of her, "I thought you were already summoned? Unless.."

She forced her blade further onto Idris as he fought for his life in this single exchange of blades, "Unless you're someone trying to play hero."

Idris only grunted at being called a faker, someone trying to play hero, before pushing their blades apart and gaining some room to breathe, "Let me guess Lancer? Or is it Assassin?"

He made the next move as he threw his shoulder her, catching her off guard letting him get a single hit that made no difference, "Either way, I'm giving you something to remember."

She laughed a little as she disappeared, Idris put up his guard knowing she'll go for one of his blind spots. She reappeared to his back right, blade already being swung as he braces himself for the hit as his blade got in the way.