The Delinquent's Grand Order

Dragon tours Crazy Crazy America

There was no problem for the American Army with the support that they had. Not even the combined force of Chaldea, yet it was enough to stop the approaching Celtic force rushing at them. Hope flooded the soldiers as there didn't appear to be any trouble left for them to be faced with.

"I'd like to say things are all well and good, but I'm detecting two Servant signatures!" Romani called out to them.

"Your Majesty. We've found them. Apparently they're Servants. I can see why our troops aren't pushing onward. This is probably as far as the unsung warriors can go. Now it's our turn to step up."

"Just what I'd expect from my subordinate, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Your eyes are, yes, if I were to compare, akin to a hawk's!"

"You are too kind. Compared to your wisdom, Fionn mac Cumhaill, I am nothing."

Fionn laughed at the humbleness of his fellow Lancer. "Enough with the modesty. You have an eye for beauty. The fact that you chose Gráinne proves it."

The dual-wielding Lancer not entirely comfortable with that statement as he tried to divert the comment.

Fionn releasing a blast of water towards the American army. "Sorry, I was only joking! That was a bit mean of me! Now, let's fight! Let's show them the power of the Knights of Fianna! And... let's bring an eternal empire to this fertile land!"

"As you wish! Now, ladies. Prepare yourselves. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the best spearman in the Knights of Fianna!"

Mash's shield intercepted the piercing red spear. The yellow spear coming to pin her down but Mordred's Mana Burst pushed him back. "Lancers are always a pain," she spoke, a bit of personal experience.

"Another strong woman?!"

Mordred bursting forward with even greater strength than before as she swung Clarent at Diarmuid, struggling but still managing to block it with his spear while Mash's sharp shield tip went forward as he took a concave pose to dodge it, with Mash throwing her shield into the ground and using it to propel herself forward.

Crimson lightning coming for him but Diarmuid's Gáe Dearg allowed him to block the attack as it rendered the magical attack useless. "Diarmuid... the 'radiant-faced' Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. And standing right behind him is his lord, Fionn mac Cumhaill..."

Nightingale held her gun. "In other words, you two are pathogens."

"Pathogens? No, we're just warriors. Nothing more, nothing less," Diarmuid explained, dodging a shot from her gun. "Whoa!"

"With your death, I shall eradicate this disease!" Nightingale declared, charging forward while Diarmuid clicked his teeth at the trouble that Nightintale posed. She was the type of woman that was hard for Diarmuid to deal with.

Fionn not given the chance to interfere as his Mac an Luin blocked several shots from Francis Drake, with Liangyu pressuring him with a spear. "Oh, a beautiful woman. Very well, I will savour this battle."

Liangyu uncaring and focused on the battle as she scraped blows many times with Fionn, the both of them trading back and forth as Liangyu couldn't fully get to Fionn, his ability not lacking in the slightest as it was with Drake's help they managed to pressure him. Liangyu cutting him, kicking him back as a blast of water was stopped and pushed her back a bit.

Mordred smashing Clarent against the yellow spear of Diarmuid while Mash kicked at his red spear. "There's some sneaky danger in that damn spear, ain't it?!" she declared, furiously using Mana Burst due to the super battery her Master allowed her to be, forcefully expelling Diarmuid when it worked best.

Fionn crashed to the side as he looked at Diarmuid receiving a powerful blow to the gut, followed by a knee that looked like it could dislocate his jaw. Mordred couldn't fully crush him as his Gáe Dearg helped him peel away at the Mana Burst that would have overpowered him. Still bleeding all the same.