[i]Meanwhile at the Fuyuki docks....[/i]

The two had finally arrived at the battlefield of their choosing as they looked around panting heavily hoping their masters would stay hidden away while close enough to continue giving them support. They could act without them but they certainly would be at a massive disadvantage besides that...the other master from what they saw of him wasn't exactly a normal person...[color=8dc73f]"Well at least we've managed to get to the field of our choosing..."[/color] commented the male servant as he turned around pulling out his weapon from it's place on it's back. It's golden blade gleamed brilliantly as he got into a fighting stance. [color=00aeef]"Our enemy is not to be trifled with his power, and his raw ability is terrifying. I have never before encountered a servant with his talents. Let us hope it is enough ____-San. Though I do admit there is a part of me the relishes the chance for a true fight against this enemy."[/color] the female servant commented as she pulled her bow from her back. She quickly moved upward easily jumping and grappling the crates as the male stood vigilant. [color=8dc73f]"Look sweetie I intend to win this battle no matter what if not that then I'm gonna survive. Just try not to trip over yourself alright?"[/color] sarcastically commented the male as he smiled over at the female who nodded.

They had given him the slip momentarily but only just as suddenly from out of the darkness from between two storage warehouses arrived their enemy. His body covered in head to toe in scars each more gruesome, and telling than the last each telling of a war fought and won. His blonde hair blew in the air as a dark aura surrounded his body and permeated the air itself. Power. Raw but not uncontrolled power raged from the servant's body. As he entered the docking area he stopped and looked directly at the man in front of him. His grin widened and he chuckled with malice intent as he grabbed two swords from his back and prepared for the upcoming combat. [color=8dc73f]"Hey big guy. Beautiful night for a walk on the docks right?"[/color] commented the male servant as the other one nodded his head.

 [color=ed1c24]"Enough talk. Fight me!"[/color] growled the enemy servant as he charged forward as fast as any man could have however with tactical grace the female servant shot an arrow at the enemy who deflected it with his left sword all the while slamming into the male one with his other hand sending the male servant onto his back foot dust kicking up into the air as he tried to prevent himself from being pushed back further as they clashed. The female shot another arrow quickly with deft ease and it would've pierced the enemy's skull if he hadn't simply deflected it once again before kicking the male servant in the chest. In reality though the male let him do so in order to trick him into thinking he had the upper hand as he quickly pedaled backwards with controlled footwork and stood at ready. [color=ed1c24]"Show me a REAL FIGHT! Enough with this show me your real power!"[/color] growled the enemy servant in annoyance as he charged forward only to be met with a stalwart and practiced defense from the enemy male servant who did all he could to prevent himself from being ran over. The enemy's black blades danced and caused sparks to fly from the brilliant golden weapon of his enemy as the two danced a brutal but fascinating dance for the ages. Two heroes of calibers that made them legendary in their perspective eras clashed. Tales sung about these two were passed down for millenniums and finally now they clashed. It was beautiful sight of black flashing, golden gleaning in the moon light, and the skill of two men who knew war down to it's basest principles. 

 The female tried to aim her next shot in once more but couldn't because the enemy was going too quickly. [color=00aeef]"I can't get a shot!"[/color] grumbled the female servant to herself as she considered taking the shot and leaving her friend for death regardless. It was sound tactically...but how would she face her master if she did that? It wasn't her pride she was concerned about it was her master's. Still she could do much better living through this ordeal. [color=8dc73f]"Not a chance bub! A guy can't pull out all his stops out of the gate! Gotta impress the ladies somehow!"[/color] growled the male as he parried as best he could given the ferocity and power of the enemy's blows. Each one felt like a modern piece of machinery was being plowed into him. Cars as they called them. His only reason for survival was because he was slightly more faster than him and his footwork let him keep up just as it did back when he fought as a soldier. Ducking quickly and running off to keep his distance the enemy servant smashed his sword through a solid steel crate like it was cardboard and kept coming after him as his friend took another shot this time the shot hit it's mark but it literally barely phased him as he ignored the arrow prodding from his back. [color=ed1c24]"RAAAAA!"[/color] the enemy growled not in pain but in excitement things were finally getting good.