Fate/Laoch Gan Finsceal

Chapter 15: Monster of Ulster

FATE/LAOCH GAN FINSCEAL

"Hero Without Legend"

Chapter 15: Monster of Ulster

Moriarty steeled his expression and readied Reichenbach to fire more shots at Sanson. The executioner bravely rushed through the barrage of missiles, slashing at any that directly got in his way and left them to explode behind him. He clashed his sword against the coffin several times, then jumped over in an arc while flipping about to get behind Moriarty. He anticipated this however and countered with his steel cane, which could double as a rapier-like weapon.

"Looks like our abilities are just about even," Moriarty complimented Sanson. "Yet, it's just not enough. What can a simple executioner do against an intellectual such as myself who possesses the firepower to take down an entire army?"

"Funny you should say that," Sanson smirked. "For all the intellect you boast, you still couldn't overcome Sherlock Holmes. No matter how much you brag about your greatness, there's always someone better than you."

"Hmph..." the gentleman narrowed his eyes. The Frenchman taunted him with a topic that easily exasperated him. For all the wit and power he possessed, there was still that one weakness which his opponents could exploit, and Sanson knew how to utilize it fully. Moriarty glowered, "You'd best not pursue that line of discussion any further, lest you wish to be eradicated like your good friend Arash."

"Then you shouldn't deride my love for Marie Antoinette and her people any further, or else you will come to regret it as well."

"I shall keep that in mind, lad. Less words, more violence."

The two men dueled with their swords, preferring swiftness and elegance over power. Moriarty stabbed at Sanson's face a few times and scraped his cheek, expelling some blood. He ignored it and swept in low to swing at Moriarty's legs. He flipped over the blade and jabbed at his shoulder, but the unusual pauldrons Sanson wore guarded against the rapier. He turned his curved sword on its side so the angled crescent blade on the tip faced Moriarty's neck like a guillotine, then stabbed as hard as he could. He just managed to tilt his head aside to avoid it.

"My goodness!" the gentleman laughed, unconcerned about the danger he just faced. "If that had been angled wrong, my death would have been a most painful one! I'm sure your conscience would not have been able to handle it!"

"Are you doubting my knowledge of the human body?" Sanson retorted. "My aim is always true, and that was no different."

Moriarty jumped to make some distance between them. As an Archer, he really wasn't so good with melee combat. Having to deal with an Assassin who had intimate knowledge of human anatomy and what wounds would cause painless fatalities didn't help his cause either. He shifted his eyes aside, noticing that something was amiss in the horizon.

"Hmm... It would appear that the real spectacle is about to be underway," Moriarty murmured and pushed his glasses up his nose. "As much as I would like to indulge your self-satisfying pursuit of morbid justice, my attention beckons me elsewhere. To this, I will say good day for the meantime."

He got on Reichenbach and rode it as an impromptu vehicle across the desert.

"Wait!" Sanson shouted and took chase after him by foot. He realized that they were heading straight for Area 51, but he wasn't sure what Moriarty insinuated as being interesting around here.

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Connla kept struggling to pull her spear out of Cuchulainn's shoulder. Even though she was fighting against a mere one-handed grip of his, she wasn't strong enough to overcome him and reclaim her weapon. As he watched her, he ruminated on what she just said, and it brought upon an unexpected pang of sadness that he hadn't felt in years.