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Fuyuki City
2nd of September 2004, 18:00 PM

            The night air around the Holy Church felt heavy, laden with tension so thick it seemed to stifle even the distant sounds of the city. The crumbling walls of the church stood as silent witnesses, their ancient stones stained with the creeping moss of time and shadow. The narrow street leading up to the church was bathed in dim light from a few sparse streetlamps, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to dance in the periphery of vision. Shirou stood stiffly, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and rising fear. Just a few feet ahead, Rin’s hand hovered over her pocket as her fingers curled around the runes, her dark eyes locked on the massive figure of Berserker. His hulking form loomed in the darkness like a living nightmare, each step forward causing the ground beneath his feet to tremble, cracks spider-webbing across the surface. His breath came in deep, rumbling growls, the sound reverberating through the cold night.

            Rin's face remained stern, calculating. The redheaded boy’s presence felt like a fragile piece of glass behind her, something that could shatter under the slightest miscalculation. She did not have time for that now. Her hand moved in a blur, tossing the runes into the air, her lips moving swiftly as she muttered incantations under her breath. The runes glowed fiercely, bright lines of magic weaving between them before a sharp, high-pitched whine filled the air. The magic activated in an instant, sending out a forceful wave that halted Berserker’s charge.

           For just a second, the world seemed to hold its breath. The monstrous figure stood still, growling, his eyes burning with a primal fury. The ground beneath his feet cracked further under the sheer pressure of his presence. Rin’s runes hummed with power, but even she knew this was only a brief reprieve. And then, just as quickly, the runes dimmed, their magic dissipating into the night.

           Berserker roared, shaking off the effects of the spell like it was nothing more than an inconvenience. His red eyes blazed with renewed fury as he took another step forward, the sheer force of it sending chunks of concrete flying into the air. He was no longer just charging; he was a living storm of destruction, every movement causing the ground to shudder in fear. The impact of his steps cracked the asphalt, cratering the street beneath him. Dust and rubble flew in every direction, the very air vibrating with his wrath.

           Before Berserker could advance any further, the world flickered for an instant. Then, a brilliant flash of silver and gold burst into existence in front of Shirou---a figure clad in shining armor, her blonde hair flowing behind her like a banner. Saber had arrived. Her eyes were fierce, her focus unbreakable, and in her hands, she held a sword that shimmered as though made of light itself.

           Without a word, Saber charged at Berserker, her translucent sword meeting his colossal ax with a deafening crash. The force of their clash sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, shaking the nearby trees and even rattling the windows of the distant Holy Church. Sparks flew in every direction, lighting up the night like fireworks as the sword-wielding woman met Berserker's brute force with her own unparalleled skill. She danced between his swings, her footwork precise and elegant, each of her strikes aimed at the behemoth’s weak points.