Fate/War of Heroes

***Remains of New York City, America***

A saber class servants walks through the distraction. As he walks he does not look down, if he did he could see all those he failed to save and those that died in the battles that he was a part of. At the broken entrance of the once great empire state building he turns to see two servants fighting. He doesn't bother to look at them close enough to figure out their name, he just walks by their battle saying nothing. They stop and look at him "SABER, YOU INSULT US BY NO JOINING IN OUR BATTLE? YOU DARE INSULT ME? YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!"

The Berserker lunges at Saber, the instant that berserkers fist hit Saber he was in shreds. In faster then the eye could blink Saber had countered, sliced Berserker into pieces and sheathed his blade and kept walking. The other servant does not attack him, he only runs away leaving Saber alone. After another hour of walking Saber sense the presence of another strong servant. He looks up to see a white haired archer with red and black armor "Good evening Saber" Archer says from atop his building.

Saber bows to Archer "It is evening but nothing in this battle field is good"

"I don't want to fight you, I am simply here to tell you something"

"Speak"

"If you are strong gather at the city of Fukui, the war will be won there" After finishing Archer leaves in sprit form. Saber looks out over the battle field and then he turns to the island of Japan before turning into a sprit and fading from veiw

***City of Fukui, Airport***

Jeanne, Saber, and Maun found themselves surrounded by at least 50 assassin. One Jeanne ran her sword and spear through but he healed as soon as she took out the weapons.

Not good. Jeanne wasn't sure she could protect her Master from fifty Assassins at once. She took a deep breath, composing herself. If God willed that her Master lived through this battle, it would happen. It was simple as that.

She assumed a combat-ready position and waited.

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Sharur eventually asked Medea what their opposition was.

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Troy proceeded to meet Drew and company at Booker Base.

"Your corpse will be spred if you stay, I will say for the last time. Leave Saber" Assassin says

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Medea started to speak before Lancer came back. He had a wolfish smile on his face "These people are so interesting"

"Master? It's your choice." Jeanne said, not moving.

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Sharur looked at Lancer, waiting for him to explain himself.

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"Any new developments? Have we found any new Servants?"

"If your master's recent actions are anything to go on I'm pretty sure he has no clue whats going on" Saber says

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"They spout their ideals and make themselves look like the hero's of this tale. This is a war, hero's don't exist in war, Medea we're leaving"

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"Holy crap!" Maeve screams

"About 40 servants just suddenly came on the radar" Elizabeth confirms

"He's still my Master and it's still his choice." Jeanne said stubbornly.

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"Who are they?"

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"Wait, what!? Where!?" Troy vaulted a couch.

Assassin suddenly appeared behind Maun, a knife at his neck "I suggest you make your choice"

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"The king of Knights, the king of Conquerors and the king of Generals" Lancer says gathering supplies

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"Airport, a few miles outside the city"

Jeanne interpreted that as a threat and responded accordingly. She spun and attacked, pulling the offending Assassin's hand away as she brought her sword down on the upper arm, meaning to sever it entirely.

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"That is all?" Sharur noticed the fact that Lancer seemed only to know of King Arthur out of the group of Servants she had been told of. "You don't seem to be much of a scout, Lancer."

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Troy sighed. He'd just been out there, less than a minute's drive away at the hotel. Damnation. "Alright, how many people are we sending?" He liked to believe he was no slouch in the leadership and tactics department - after all, two Berserkers and Gilgamesh had fallen to plans of his design. But he knew damn well he wasn't in charge of the Minor Army. Come to think of it, he didn't know who actually was. It was a three way toss-up between Lindile, Norah and Maeve, from what he'd seen so far.

Assassin brings out a hidden blade and stopped Jeanne's blade entirely "I told you once, now leave"

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"I am a Count and a lord" Lancer says "Such a thing is below me"

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"Send Merlin, Chrom,Arturia and Edward as well" Drew says after some thinking "Those four will be able to go against near any kind of servant there"

"What of the masters?" Lindile asks

"I don't know about you all but speaking modestly I can take on near any mages" Drew says. He looks to Troy

Sharur shook her head in mild disgust and turned away.

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Troy really didn't like this guy. "We should have more than one Master there. If there's forty of them, we'd do better to bring either most of our group, which seems silly, or some heavy-duty Casters in addition to Merlin; Liz or Elsa. Keep one of them here with the Masters and Mordred, take the other with us to lock down the other forty wizards."

"Hey why can't I come?" Mordred complains

"Do you want me to list the reason alphabetically or chronologically?" Drew asks

"Fair point"

"So the new guy is going. I'd like to go as well, and also I'd like to hear opinions on whether we should bring additional magic firepower."

"Merlin" Arturia says

Merlin nods and magically brings out a box "How much fire power do you wish to have?"

"Better question: how much can you give us?"

Merlin pulls out a few staffs, a magical orb and a ear ring

"Care to explain?"

"Each one of these items is what you modern mages call 'Nukes'. A dragon armor staff only three were ever made and I am the one that made them, increases mana output beyond anything human. A reality orb for trapping enemies and a shield ear ring"

"Oooohh..." Troy looked like he would very much like one of those. "So this is supposed to amp our own performance up to a Caster Servant's levels?"

"If you can use them properly almost to a C rank caster yes"

"Nice. That should give us some magic punch if it comes to it. So, we ready to ship out?"

"Hold on. These are not toys and that must be known to you"

"Let me guess we use them to much and we die?"

"Put bluntly yes"

"I know they're not toys and I wasn't planning on using any of them unless I needed to."

"I'm almost sure that you will need to use them" Merlin says

"Are we ready?" Chrom asks getting impatient

"I don't know, ask Merlin."

Maun feels his singed eyebrows, and sits down hard on the ground. His head felt fuzzy, and his hands hurt like he had just touched hot irons. He folds his hands to his chest to shield them, and looks up across to his saber. His eyes swim, trying to focus, as he vomits again. His back bunched over his knees, and he shakes his head, wiping his lips.