Fate/Apocrypha: Winter's blade

the bit between

When people ask me exactly what it is that I enjoy about the outdoors, I would simply reply,

"That Rushing through the undergrowth is both a enpowering and euphoric experience".

That was what i was currently experiencing while I aimless wondered in the general direction of the noise I had heared, there was however time to admire the view somewhat as I was going.

After sometime of running I finally came upon the creature that had been leaving a unexpected amount of destruction within the forest area, most of which was likely done during his journey towards the castle that could be seen a little distance away.

"Okay did not not expect something like this" I spoke in a hushed tone while analysing my potential opponent, to say he was big would be a oversimplification of what you'd expect to see.

Seven foot tall, grey overly muscled body, wearing strips of material which tightly held together his body, which gave the guy a very unhealthy look to his already gruesome physical appearance, he had hair, a mop of blonde, which looked as though it would choke a person to death.

Using structural analysis on the sword he kept at his hip, I got the compiled history of this walking monstrosity and his name was...

"Spartacus the man who lead a rebellion," frustration leaking into my voice as I continued, " i can't allow him to reach his destination he'll kill anything in his way,"thinking further I added "but his Noble phantasm would be difficult to deal with unless..."the smirk that would be better suited on a certain white haired Archer made a appearance on my face.

"If I can do enough damage," pondering, to best think of my plan of action I continued, "then his spiritual core could be destroyed before Spartacus even has chance to absorb and convert it into Mana."

With those words, i once again take up a stance that some might find familiar, materialising my bow and prepared for the next moment, a old irish sword made an appeared in my hand, the sword leaked energy through it which spoke of destruction and victory.

I chanted the incantation that represents both my life and a poem of death for the enemy I faced.

"My core is twisted in Madness"

Vast amounts of energy swirled around myself, concentrating into one tightly packed state, taking a deep breath before firing this mighty sword based arrow, images of the people I could call friends and family appeared within my mind as I finished my announcement.

"Caladbolg II"

Thus the Fake spiral sword of Fergus tore from my hands heading towards my target, when it finally did well...

BOOM

The sword struck with a force beyond nature itself and all sight of the beastly warrior disappeared within a almighty dome of light, but i knew that this alone would not be enough,

So projecting the Married Pair, the swords used by a nameless bowman,
i headed towards my downed foe, as I did I noticed that parts of floor had been turned into superheated magma, hurting my feet as I slowly walked across it, as I drew near to the lumbering beast, Spartacus in all of his pitiful glory, had tried to regain himself but with missing half of his body he would not be going anywhere any time soon,

Finally after a few moments I finally released the swords I had in my possession in his direction, for each time he time he tried to strike me, two more swords found their way into his body.

this continued for what appeared like eternity, all the while Spatacus bellowed that he would kill me as I was an oppressor.

finally after reaching past his weakened guard I managed get onto his back as I did so i projected the last blade and with it i stabbed downwards with a sword above anyother i could project i attack with the Sword of choosing, Caliburn.

pressing in close while my opponent was regathering himself and with the addition of his lumbering form made it significantly easier to reach a vital point on his body, his heart, with a shudder throughout his body, all sound and movement halted, as if time itself could barely comprehend what had just been done.

With a deep exsaperated sigh,
I pulled the Sword that had guided me to the most vulnerable place upon the body of former Gladiator and finally raised my head to properly face him.

With a shuddering chuckle he spoke as a man he once was so very long ago, "oppressor you have defeated me, and in doing so you have stop my path of freedom"

Turning to him i answered as honestly as i could,

"your desire has lead others in life and continued long after your death, hero,"

with those words spoken a content look made a appearance upon Spartacus's face and finally allowed himself to fade into nothingness knowing that the weak would always rise up.

______________________________________
After seeing this berserker class servant fade out of exsistance I began using my sense to see if there where any other servants in close proximity, finally upon Sensing two others,one of them being a highly dangerous individual in nearby I decided it would be best to leave the area as soon as possible.

But what I wasn't aware of was that I was being followed by someone else along the way.
______________________________________
Upon a kingdom in the sky, shining beacon for all humanity is the woman who usurped this marvel along with her master, this woman was the Assassin of red and her 'master' was something else entirely.

"This was my garden in ages past, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. It's been too long since I last saw them. Well, what do you make of it, Master?"

Semiramis delighted in Shiro's obvious wonder at her Hanging Gardens of Babylon. It truly was a wondrous construct, a majestic floating castle with the greatest plants from every nation hanging over it. It was almost invincible as a weapon and inspired awe in all who saw it.

Much like me, now that I think about it. She thought with a giggle. It seemed her master agreed as he replied saying.

"Wonderful. I trust my requests were met?"

The Garden can meet all of our needs and more, my Master.

"But of course, my Master, let us activate the Garden as soon as Rider and Archer return. Those dismal Servants of Black will certainly lose their wits when they Behold this!" she couldn't help but add.

"Thank you. This is a golden opportunity for us. This will be the decisive battle, the first and final conflict of the Great Grail War."

Despite setbacks to their plan on multiple levels, including Ruler's escape, and a all-out attack by the Black Servants forcing there side back but considering that things were still going well. The Black faction where going through what seemed to be internal strife of somekind.

I wonder if that could happen in any other War like this. Though I doubt so many exceptional Servants would be summoned in any other War, let alone a Great Grail War. Even our Saber is expendable which is a testament to how powerful the rest of our Servants are, other than Caster that is, but I more than make up for his deficiencies. I'm beginning to think that the Saber class is a bit overrated.

She was drawn back to the conversation as she heard her class being called. A part of her wished it was her true name, but that was one thought she quickly clamped down on.

"Let us go, Assassin. I won't let that tragedy happen again, the Greater Grail will be ours." Shiro said with a look of pure determination.

She couldn't help but smile and agree. Together they would be more than powerful enough to bring the Black faction to their knees.

Just then caster decided to make a appearance, the great playwright simply waltzed in like the idiot owned the place and spoke, "Master I have just heard news of the most wonderful twist to this story," grimacing slightly, Assassin turned towards him and asked in sugar coated tone, "and what could be so important that you would disturb us,"

With that said Caster burst out into hysterical laughter and said, "well considering that rider and Archer spoke to me of a unknown male servant that killed Berserker well..." with a look of coniving amusement on his face after he finished his proclamation.

With a look far more serious then earlier, Shiro katomine former ruler class servant, looked at caster as firmly as possible and spoke.

"Tell me everything!" And with that a extravagant tale was told.