Fate/Regalia

Night of the Living Dead

The sandy coast of the Upeh Island had long become the witness for series of warfare, done by men throughout the ages.

Once a hiding ground for pirates, the sound of blasting guns and anguish-ridden shouts had turned to be somewhat synonymic to this location.

Even in the historic event of World War II, this particular island served as an important stage, leaving behind various relics and ruins until this very day.

Due to the rapid process of modernization, those chaotic years were far-gone, and tourists from all over the country would flourish to enjoy the beauty provided by this scenic isle.

However, on this night... this place, which had been subdued by the ghosts of the past, will finally resume its old role again.

As the arena chosen by two great Heroes of the ancient to display their supremacy, which can simply surpass the rigorousness of any present-day wars.

It was a scuffle between animals, and this description was not even meant as a metaphor.

Hiding beneath its undeniably magnificent appearance, was the quadruped's one and true nature, a belligerent and unruly attacker which fearlessly trampled upon whoever foolish enough to cross its path.

Opposing the coldblooded stallion, was a human-like beast, or rather... that creature had actually once lived as a proper human being.

However, calling such mindless monster as a human would be nothing but preposterous.

As an individual who had abandoned his sense of reasoning, the privilege of being called a person would inexorably being deprived from him.

And, with a single, synchronized roar, the two beasts collided with one another, tearing the tranquil environment of the shoreline like a typhoon.

Dignifiedly sitting with an eminent steed as his pedestal- Servant Rider.

Trading his sanity for an inexplicable amount of power - Servant Berserker.

Their confrontation had lasted for quite a while, as both of them did not show any intention of giving up.

"Come! Let me end your torment."

Rider exclaimed as he ordered his horse to sprint towards the enemy.

"Guhh..guhh..GUARGHHHHH!!"

Berserker bellowed in reply.

Launching his body in one straight line, Berserker's action was irrefutably nimble, though its blatancy will cause him to pay later in the game.

Rider skillfully dodged aside, driving the outraged fiend to catch nothing but air, and concurrently acquiring a spot to deliver a lethal blow on Berserker's back.

He took out his mace and landed a direct strike onto the monster's spine, rendering Berserker immobile.

Rider then ringed his target, releasing a barrage of onslaughts, as his remorseless charger galloped around Berserker's weakening body.

Due to its swift nature, the attacks seemed to be delivered at random, without any organization, and almost barbaric in disposition.

But looks are always deceiving, and the truth is far more fearful.

What lies behind those assaults, was a carefully planned hit, which targeted only the fundamental parts of the body.

Starting from the back: the nape, the middle point of backbone, and the area above rear.