The arrows inside Berserker’s body ignited. One by one the silver burst into flames that began to consume the Servant’s body, burning away at his flesh and his essence until the magic within them was spent. The arrows in his back and his chest and his stomach hollowed him out, destroying organs and searing flesh and leaving nothing behind but his heart. The arrow in his bicep burned away until there was nothing joining his shoulder to his elbow and the remains of Berserker’s arm fell to the ground to join the rest of the ash. Flames poured forth from his mouth and out of the wounds in his skin, great gouts of magical fire that illuminated the surrounding area.

At yet he survived. His skill Unwounded kept him alive, his heart still beating and his muscles still tense, and his Regeneration meant that even now his body was beginning to repair itself, even if there was not much left to repair. His warrior spirit still shone within his eyes, his roar didn’t abate and his Noble Phantasm continued to rain weapons on his enemies. He body was damaged beyond repair and he was too weak to fight, but he remained.

The Command Seal given to him by his Master, the surge of mana flooded through his body and pushed his strength and his resolve to new heights. It also accelerated his healing abilities and his body quickly sought to make Berserker whole again, the wounds in his chest and back closing over as new organs were grown to fill the hollow recesses of his chest, the strength returning to Berserker’s limbs as the mana pumping through him was put to work. Only his missing arm wasn’t restored, the limb lost forever or at least for as long as this war lasted.

As Rider summoned her palace one of its structures rose up out of the ground beneath Berserker’s feet, slamming into him from below and raising him high up into the air as he rode the building’s ascent. When the structure stopped rising Berserker found himself high above the plaza, looking down at the ground below where his arm and other club still lay, and with a better angle to see the remaining archer and Caster on another rooftop around the plazas edge.

As Berserker’s eyes fell on Manco and the archer something like a glint of recognition flickered in the mad warrior’s eyes, most likely triggered by the bow and silver arrows the archer still held. Raising his club in the air, Berserker let out yet another yell as he poured all of the excess mana he had into his Noble Phantasm, diverting it away from his regeneration in order to focus on offence. The weapons continuing to rain down all over the plaza suddenly ceased, no longer falling randomly onto the roof or Rider’s palace or inside the hotel lobby where Assassin presumably still hid, and instead every weapon that fell now fell on top of Caster’s head. Not only that, but with the extra mana of the Command Seal being fed into it the weapons fell faster and harder, no longer just falling but being thrown down at the earth from the heavens above.

It didn’t stop there however. Rearing back with his raised club Berserker swung his one remaining arm forward with as much force as he could muster, letting go of the indestructible Noble Phantasm and letting it fly straight as an arrow towards the legendary Magus.

Now deprived of his sole weapon, Berserker leapt down from the top of the structure to land in the plaza and stomped over to where his lost arm lay, now partially obscured by snow falling from Rider’s Noble Phantasm. Planting a foot on the wrist of the lost limb he reached down and wrenched the second club from his own dead fingers. Standing upright, Berserker looked around the plaza and found it deserted; all of the bystanders from the concert were either dead or hidden away inside Rider’s palace, meanwhile Caster and his one remaining archer were contending with his rain of weapons above and Assassin was inside the hotel, neither Servant visible from where Berserker currently stood. The only thing the Servant could see were the doors to the Winter Palace, the fortress Rider had summoned to protect herself and the remaining civilians from harm.

Berserker charged the doors of the palace, stabbing his club forward like a lance to try and break through the barrier.

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