Fate/Laoch Gan Finsceal

Chapter 5: Servants of Survival

FATE/LAOCH GAN FINSCEAL

"Hero Without Legend"

Chapter 5: Servants of Survival

As Connla reached the Strip, she could finally see someone other than a bunch of aliens. He was very tall and muscular, but he had a clammy grey shade of skin very similar to the grey aliens, contrasted only by locks of blonde hair. He appeared to be perpetually smiling as he beat and thrashed about without a care in the world. The only thing he wore was a bunch of leather straps wrapped around his face and abs, save for metallic groin protection. Even so, those bits of armor didn't seem to function as defense for this man whatsoever; his muscles were so herculean that even if the monsters dug their claws as deep as they could, they would only leave bleeding scratches. It looked like he didn't care about how much damage he had sustained either, as if the wounds only served to empower him.

Connla was astonished by how much the man seemed to be enjoying himself in this mad frenzy. She didn't think he would fear of being overpowered, but she needed to talk with him nonetheless. With her mind set on rescuing him from the incoming onslaught of grey aliens, she found an auto transport trailer and ran up the ramp to the top of the cab before leaping as high as she could over the battlefield.

"HAAA~AAA~AAAH!"

Connla screamed at the top of her lungs to get the aliens' attention before hurling dozens of Ansuz-charged rocks at them. They detonated like bombs, covering the air in intense heat and noise that broke apart the mob with ease. She landed near the muscular Servant and inspected the damage she had done. If the creatures weren't dead, they were slumped on their sides feeling woozy from the sudden destruction.

"Whoaaah! Now that's the kind of justice I like!" the man grinned in admiration. "Quick and to the point!"

"I don't know about justice or anything like that, but it looks like you're still knee-deep in trouble. Would you like some assistance?"

"Well I'd say I have these ruffians in the bag, but I won't turn down a gesture of camaraderie like that either! Let's show these unearthly fiends the true might of battle-tested champions!"

Connla and the man stood side-by-side with their weapons ready. Along with the pint-sized aliens she had encountered, a much larger, bulkier version of them were also present, although they appeared to have suffered some damage from the male Servant's brutal thrashing. In an instant, Connla sprinted into the fray and spun about, rotating her spear like a fan blade that sheared through the smaller creatures.

"TOOH!" the male Servant shouted and slammed his spiked gladius deep into the shoulder of one of the muscular aliens, dislocating its shoulder so badly that he nearly tore the whole arm off. He took another swing at a beast that was trying to ambush him from behind, essentially decapitating it from the inside after the club shattered its upper spine.

The duo kept up this pressure for about 10 minutes or so, significantly thinning out the herd until they killed the final remnants. Once the chaos died down, Connla reunited with the brawny Servant and said, "Looks like things have settled for now."

"Well done, little miss!" he complimented her with a booming voice. "For someone of such puny stature, you fought most remarkably!"

"Oh, it's not that big of a deal..."

"It is! Anyone who is as small as you must be one of the weak that I must defend from oppressors! Yet, your battle prowess is not of this world! It is like you are a goddess of war trapped inside such a feeble mortal shell! What a conundrum! I am compelled to protect the weak and small, but when such a weak and small little girl like you comes along and decimates the enemy...! Oh, such a paradox boggles the mind, to be sure!"