Berserker’s first swing missed, his clubs striking the ground with enough force to cause a small eruption of stone and dirt but both missing their target entirely. His eyes tracked the discarded human shield first, the cadaver flopping to the side and rolling across the ground as Assassin used it as a spring board, before turning to face the direction the other Servant had fled in time to feel the small calibre rounds peppering his chest and arms. The bullets fired from Assassin’s pistol either glanced off hardened muscles or sank into Berserker’s flesh, but in either case left no visible wound that the eye could see and Berserker himself seemed unbothered by the assault; if Assassin could see how little she had achieved she would surely be demoralised by it and find her attacks even less effective next time.

The Servant continued to fire at Berserker even as she crashed through one of the few remaining windows at the front of the hotel. Still howling and snarling the mad warrior tensed up as he prepared to leap after her, only to pause when he felt something strike him from behind. As Berserker turned around it would have been possible for those inside the hotel to see the pair of silver arrows sticking out from his back, the Servant raising his head to look at the rooftop the arrows had come from as three more struck his chest and one pinned itself in his left bicep. Though they clearly had managed to pierce his skin no blood dripped from the wounds, no pain appeared on Berserker’s face and much like the bullets that preceded them they seemed to achieve nothing.

Before he could be pin-cushioned any more than he already had Berserker raised his clubs and used them to shield himself, positioned them in the way of any incoming arrows or simply striking them from the air. Blocking attacks from six archers firing from five vantage points was difficult even for a sane warrior however, let alone a mad beast and several arrows managed to get past his clubs and pierce him; these arrows didn’t seem to sink as deeply into his flesh as the first did, as if the bows or archers that fired them had somehow gotten weaker after the first volley.

It seemed Berserker’s hardship was not yet over however as yet another Servant appeared in the plaza and opened fire, a single musket shot slipping between his swinging clubs to strike him in the sternum. The round breached the skin much like Assassin’s had earlier, but no blood issues forth, no visible wound remained and Berserker himself barely even seemed to notice the attack as he continued to parry as many arrows as he could.

Rearing back his head Berserker finally seemed to have had enough punishment as he let loose the loudest roar yet, shouting his rage to the sky above even as more arrows embedded themselves in his body. Above the plaza something began to form, a shimmering layer of air like a heat haze appearing just below the clouds until a moment later every manner of weaponry imaginable began to rain from the sky. All over the plaza, on the rooftops of nearby buildings, even inside the hotel lobby weaponry and armour of all kinds, spears, sword, axes, helmets, shields; every weapon and every item burned in tribute on Berserker’s funeral pyre, began to fall out of the shimmering air as Berserker unleashed his Noble Phantasm on his opponents, his Master’s puppets, the bystanders, even himself.

Amidst the chaos he had brought forth Berserker leapt towards the closest opponent to him, which at this moment happened to be Rider circling the plaza on her horse. Throwing himself in front of the charging steed Berserker reared back with his right arm and swung his club to kill the mount as soon as the other Servant was close enough.

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