It was ten past 11 in the morning, as the arrows rained down on Claudia and Archer. 

It was 11 minutes past 11 in the morning, and all of Berserkers men lay dead impaled. And Archer stood there, not a scratch on him.
"Well well that was interesting." The Gentleman said, protected by an innate power to be avoided by projectiles. He pulled out a hatchet and charged at Claudia.

"Your servant is out of juice." He said as Archer began to flicker away, his Noble phantasm having drained most of his power. The Gentleman swooped in and swiped at Claudia with his hatchet, she jumped back and threw out a handful of seeds, which started growing into trees catching the Gentleman in mid-air.

"Well shit." The Gentleman said as he started to hack away at the trees as they grew into beautiful blossoming trees. Claudia didn't waste a moment, and jumped in grabbing his Arcana card out of the inner pocket of his blazer. As she jumped away, the trees began to bare fruit, just as the Gentleman broke free, Claudia grabbed an apple off the floor as the Gentleman extended his origin and his magic. "Archer is one thing, you think you can handle a Berserker!" The Gentleman shouted, still Claudia had not gotten a proper look at his face, the light or angle always hiding it from a clear view. 

"I'm going to have to!" Claudia shouted as The Gentleman came swinging at her, trying to get his card back. The apple in her hand was starting to rot, The Gentleman's magic eating away at whatever magic preserved it's beauty and prana. 

"Come forth!" She shouted, squeezing the apple and adding her magic, it was 11:11 on the 11th of the 11th, the tournament had started. A wide wave of magic appeared and Archer appeared once more, turning to look at Claudia currently dodging The Gentleman's attacks. "Master." He said jumping to her aid, he landed between the two and raised his hand and The Gentleman went flying back in the opposite direction. But then Archer screamed in pain, and Claudia's magic circuits roared aswell, command seals etched into her hand, Archers image imposed on the Arcana card. But the label read Berserker. Archer looked up screaming in pain as The Gentleman lay slumped on the ground, a silvery liquid was streaming down Archer, or rather Berserkers face, coming from his eyes.

"Berserker!" Claudia said, she felt her magic circuits burning within her body. 

"Lets see how great he is without his reason." The Gentleman said from his position on the ground, smirking his grin the only part of his face able to be made out. 

"Berserker! Let's leave!" Claudia shouted, Berserker looked up at her, the liquid still streaming down his eyes. She turned to leave the room of the Gentleman and gather her bearings. Berserker followed her silently as she left and made her way back towards the communal quads.