Cu Chulainn

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA
_{&
The
Fujimura Ten Braves}

Native District, Miyama

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@floodtalon

The Ten Braves dashed across the street, spreading throughout the Native District and bringing Yakuza justice to the Mafioso who dare slaughter the civilians while making sure the innocents remain safe. They all moved in such an inhuman way that it was all trivial to them, and the chaos dying down at their arrival definitely helped that. Their arrival specifically was, in lack of putting it any other way, a stomp; their coolness was high enough to surpass any welcoming gunfire they would meet, and now it has gone to the point where they can literally just punch any bullets coming for them. Such feats were only possible for them due to their belief in their boss as well as their own inner coolness. Of course, all of them already being close to 'ideal Yakuza' only expedited this ascension to kickassery.

In other words, these ten men, who have all been close to FUJIMURA and his beliefs, are able to receive some of the strongest benefits from FUJIMURA's very presence.

Standing atop one of the tallest structures to see in the Native District was FUJIMURA, surrounded by a swarm of around 40 shikigami, all appearing as swans made of paper, covering the Yakuza Boss at all angles. Should any opportunistic fool with a gun attempt to snipe him at his currently high position, they would find their bullets stopped in their tracks, rammed by one of these origami birds, all of which moved at a speed close to that of a Servant's. Upon further inspection, it would reveal that each of these folded swans were all wearing glasses of similar make to FUJIMURA's own, except small enough to appear as if they were actually 'wearing' them. Because FUJIMURA's charisma is able to extend not only to other humans, but also to beings such as his shikigami, they, too, are granted the same increase in power that FUJIMURA's men all enjoy. And because these shikigami were all made with a portion of FUJIMURA's lifefore, they all receive possibly the greatest benefit from FUJIMURA's existence. It wouldn't too far to say that each individual shikigami are able to fight on par with FUJIMURA, himself, though they aren't quite as strong as their maker, specifically.

Taking off his signature coat and wrapping its sleeves around his waist, FUJIMURA stretched a bit before getting to work. Aside from his absurdly toned physique, enhanced greatly by his literally awesome power, his own irezumi would possibly catch the eye of any onlookers, as well. One side was painted with all dark colors, with calamities and malevolent figures such as oni tattooed on his right side. On his left, in opposition, were all brighter colors, all showcasing a rebuilt Fuyuki with a Komainu watching over it, guarding against the darkness.

"Alright, let's begin..."

Drawing three talismans from his pocket, FUJIMURA raised them up in the air with his left hand, pointing his right, palm open, to the turbulent streets below, beginning to channel the 'pain and suffering' accumulated from the Native District. As all those grudges gathered within FUJIMURA, the irezumi on his right side began to glow with a black light, a visual representation of the misfortune that he is channeling within. The irezumi on his left side, however, all began to glow white, channeling much of the bad luck accumulated from the riot and turning it into good luck; the true power of FUJIMURA's peculiar tattoos, which allow him to channel 'misfortune' into 'fortune', and vice versa. Afterward, FUJIMURA began to distribute all the fortune he has converted into each of his talismans, infusing them all with good luck...

"I hope you're ready, boys!"

And so, FUJIMURA threw all three of his talismans into the air, each of them already infused with both his affinity to 'Fire' as well as his own innate coolness. As soon as they were high enough into the sky, FUJIMURA shouted the magic words, resulting in them all bursting in a magnificent flash. Each explosion took the shape of the display of pyrotechnics that one would see at a festival, fireworks all infused with good fortune meant to fill the hearts of everyone who sees it with hope; hope for a bright tomorrow, and hope that Fuyuki will shine brilliantly again....

To FUJIMURA and his Ten Braves, however, this was a signal. Not a moment after, they all began to shout in unison, their collective voices all spreading throughout the Native District:

"The Fujimura syndicate has a challenge to the monster who has been slaughtering our men! Come up to our boss and tell 'im your name, then give 'im the strongest punch you've ever thrown with your bare hands!"

Once the challenge was issued, FUJIMURA crossed his arms, grinning as he awaited his opponent to come. Indeed, whoever this 'monster' who dared issue a challenge to the Yakuza, they were compelled to follow this challenge, in return, the words of the Fujimura Ten Braves all cutting into this monster's psyche, inciting it to accept their challenge. This is the power of the Grand Mob Ritual, a conceptual attack made by several 'Ideal Yakuza' against a single target...

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

'DDD' Hot Springs, Miyama Town

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@Seirei no Hai@SSW@Phonic

"... On second thought, I don't really care. I can always ask during the meeting, after all. I gotta run. Savin' a city and all that. Tell Benita I might be a bit late, and that I'll get her... cake. Kids like cake, right?" Placing his hands in his pockets, FUJIMURA turned back to the hot springs, calling for his boys and for Gatekeeper to head on out. Turning back to Enzo, the Yakuza boss continued walking, whistling a tune and patting him on the back on his way out. When his men all followed them out, they were all astonished at their boss's handiwork.

"Damn, boss, you broke their guns by yourself? Man, I wish I could do that..."

As each of FUJIMURA's men came pouring out, they all complimented their boss in some way or another, much to his benefit. It's as if FUJIMURA was growing taller with every step he takes. In turn, the Yakuza following FUJIMURA had all welled with personal pride, feeling extremely cool marching alongside someone like their boss. To Enzo, however, as he saw the gangster's bespectacled men, he would be able to notice that their presences, while very much dwarfed by FUJIMURA's, seem to be incredible for what seem to be normal humans. Their own inner belief in their coolness, as well, seems to be making them stronger.

As soon as they were out of earshot from the Mafia gathered at the hotsprings, FUJIMURA hollered out to his men, telling them all to 'stay cool.' Indeed, it was an intrinsic effect on the glasses both FUJIMURA and his men were wearing; the more cool they believed themselves to be, the stronger they become.

"Alright, boys! Believe in yourselves! Believe that you're the coolest ass-kickers in this town! The cooler you think you are... no, the cooler you know you are, the stronger you become! If we start getting shot at, don't start runnin' away! Believe that you're faster than those bullets, and dodge the hell out of 'em! Believe that you're stronger than those bullets, and punch the shit out of 'em! And if you feel some weird ass voodoo magic, raise those talismans up in the air and tell it all to fuck off!

"Remember, we all have different names, but together, we are the Fujimuras! We are the Yakuza! Nobody messes with us!"

FUJIMURA's men all shouted cheers as they marched onward. Their belief in themselves, and in each other, grew enormously, as they all motivated each other to be at their best. They had to be at their best for what comes next. They were on a mission, after all. One that was delayed far too long.

"Let's save our city."

'DDD' Hotsprings ==> Native District

@floodtalon@Sageage

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Oh, you're gonna enjoy ripping into this.

ITS ALL OGRE

Crimson Gatekeeper

"I'll take care of this, my liege. Just stand behind me..."

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Name: Musashibo Benkei (True), Ogre Child

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Man

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapon: Sword, Axe, Rake, Sickle, Mallet, Saw, Staff, Spear

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Personality:

Benkei has chosen to be summoned some time during his youth because he misses having his long, flowing hair, though he still puts an effort to dress like an ogre in order to properly intimidate his foes. A boisterous man who makes most of his decisions on an impulse and enjoys testing his upper limits, Benkei is a man who loves a good meal, a good drink, and most importantly, a good fight. To whoever is his Master, however, Benkei displays his supreme loyalty, believing fully that it is his duty entrusted by the Grail to achieve his Master's wish. Despite his rowdy nature, Benkei shows the full extent of his loyalty and dedication to his allies, and especially his Master. Benkei's wish, this time around, is to find a weapon fitting for him to call his 'eight implement.'

"I see that many other Heroic Spirits shoot lasers out of their weapons. It is my wish to master a weapon that I can do the same thing with!"

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Bio:
...Musashino Benkei is a story. Valorous and faithful, the strongest great man. After fighting to the bitter end together with Minamoto no Yoshitsune in many battles, he at last fell bravely at the very end - surely the idealized image of a hero. ...Musashino Benkei is a hero. By swinging his halberd, ordinary soldiers have their bodies blown off at once; by roaring, a starving wolf is put to run. It is by no accident that he was rumored to be the child of an oni. ...Musashino Benkei is an inestimable existence.

"Did anyone else hear someone narrating about me?
...
"Huh, weird."

The most famous warrior monk of Japanese history, who accomplished great deeds together with Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Reaching modern times, he is loved by a wide variety of stories such as kabuki and joururi. There is also many traditions transmitted to the present, such as Benkei's daunting pose and Benkei's weak-point.

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Parameters:

Strength: A
Endurance: A+
Agility: D
Mana: C
Luck: C

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Class Skills:

Fortress Creation: X
A skill similar to the Territory Creation skill of a Caster that allows one to build a special terrain advantageous to the user. Unlike Territory Creation, which creates a territory that would prove favorable to a magus, Fortress Creation allows the construction of territory superior to one in battle. However, because of Benkei's Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge skill, this skill has been sealed.

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Personal Skills:

Attendant of Iron: A
A skill born of Benkei's dedication to his liege, Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Through the very contract with his Master, Benkei is able to improve on their physical attributes, allowing them to at least defend themselves against other Servants when Benkei isn't around. Should his Master be in close proximity to Benkei, however, their physical capabilities are granted a much more significant boost, allowing his Master to fight alongside him. This skill stems from the six birthmarks he possessed, marking him to serve the gods, and its benefits are transferred through the karmic link between Benkei and his Master.

Battle Continuation: A
A skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments. Benkei, who was considered a monster on the battlefield, had fought against hundreds of trained soldiers during his last stand. It took a rain of arrows to stop him, and even then, Benkei still died standing, his enemies still believing he was alive in fear of approaching him. As long as he doesn't receive an absolute fatal blow, Benkei is capable of fighting even with deadly injuries.

Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge: B+
The unique skill of Benkei encompassing his entire legend under the Gatekeeper class. A warrior who had defended against countless opponents, slaying hundreds of warriors at once, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Benkei a 'walking fortress'. Should Benkei stand his ground, whether it is defending a certain location or choosing a point in the battlefield favorable to him, he shall receive a boost in power likened to a one-man army. Benefits of this skill are lost should Benkei lose his ground, such as if he is forced to make a fighting retreat. Benkei was an insurmountable beast of a man whose own corpse held back an entire army out of fear for checking if he was dead or not. This skill is displayed at its fullest when outnumbered. Plus modifiers are granted when this is used on ‘bridges.’

Monstrous Strength: X (B)
The skill denoting one's nature as a monster or demonic beast. Temporarily grants a rank-up to one's Strength parameter for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. Due to sporting multiple anecdotes of being a 'demon child' sporting wild hair and long teeth, as well as his numerous superhuman feats, Benkei would naturally have this skill at a high rank, though the more he uses his skill, the more his monstrous traits become more apparent. However, Benkei doesn't bother using this skill. Whether it is because of the nature of his Master or because Benkei desires a 'proper challenge' is unknown.

Seven Implements: -
The seven tools that Benkei carries on his person and a testament to his mastery of arms, Benkei is a monster of a man who has defeated nearly a thousand warriors and collected their weapons before his defeat in the hands of his lord, Ushiwakamaru. Utilizing this skill, Benkei is able to wield any weapon with reasonable proficiency, and the seven weapons he carries on his person, along with his own sword, are wielded with mastery just a step behind those who have dedicated themselves to such weapons. Through the use of these weapons, Benkei is capable of confounding his enemies by switching between each of his strange weapons, resulting in his attacks being harder to read by those sporting such talents. Additionally, due to his mastery of different arms, Benkei can also read his opponent's attacks to an extent.

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Noble Phantasms

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Ogre of Gojo Bridge
Confrontation of a Thousand Blades

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: B+

Range: 1~10

Maximum Number Of Targets: 1

The recreation of Benkei's legend before meeting Yoshitsune, building a Buddhist shrine near Gojo Bridge and challenging all samurai who had wished to cross the bridge to a duel, wishing to collect 1000 swords. It was after he had collected 999 blades where his winning streak was finally brought to an end by the young Yoshitsune. Upon invocation of this Noble Phantasm, a duel field is created encompassing both Benkei and his opponent; the 999 swords that Benkei had taken sprout from the ground, serving as walls, and allowing no interference from the outside, or escape from either parties. Within this duel field, all outside interference is prevented, and both Benkei and his opponent must rely on their own skill and strength in order to obtain victory. Victory is obtained either from death or Benkei’s surrender, though Benkei can also end it at any time, himself, should he believe his opponent has been “defeated” properly.

Normally, Benkei's opponent must accept the challenge before he can truly invoke this Noble Phantasm, but he is also able to invoke it freely should Benkei choose to activate it as a means of 'defending a point or a person,' a symbol of his endearing loyalty. As an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm, those who Benkei doesn't challenge but are within the range of the field are 'pushed out' before the wall of swords appear. Because it is a recreation of the conditions of Gojo Bridge, this Noble Phantasm synergizes well with Benkei's Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge skill. It should also be noted that the wall of swords aren’t actually swords, but a visual representation of the absolute barrier between the two duelists and the outside world. Normally, cherry blossoms also appear to flow within the duel field as constructs of magical energy meant only to add to the atmosphere, but Benkei suppresses this portion of this Noble Phantasm because he realized it adds to the mana cost of invoking it.

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Last Stand of Benkei
Even In Death, My Conviction Stands Firm

Type: Fortress, Anti-Fall

Rank: A+

Range: 0

Maximum Number Of Targets: 1

Benkei's greatest feat, his standing death at the hands of Minamoto no Yoritomo's soldiers, defending his master, Yoshitsune, from an entire army long enough for her to commit seppuku. Upon invocation, Benkei strikes a pose, his legs rooting in place while they draw in mana from the ground beneath him. For a few seconds, Benkei truly becomes an immovable object, his designation changing to that of a Fortress Noble Phantasm, while drawing all damage from attacks made in his direction to himself. His defensive power increases to insane levels during this time, and he is able to shrug off Anti-Unit and even Anti-Army attacks to a degree. Only attacks at the level of Anti-Fortress or above will be able to harm him at this state.

Because of its ridiculous mana cost, Benkei would prefer to not use this ability at all, unless it would lead to 'something cool.' Plus, due to its effects, Benkei's legs feel uncomfortably stiff after the use of this Noble Phantasm. It should also be stated that this Noble Phantasm will prevent Benkei from falling, no matter how mighty of an attack he faces. Because of this, should Benkei receive enough damage to kill him, his corpse will still remain standing as it dematerializes. A crystalization of Benkei's fate to 'die standing.'

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Emil Simonov

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"Ah, hells, what kind of execution is this?! If I wanted some damn amateur theatrics, I would have just gone to the theater!" Among the crowd's many hecklers was a wild-looking man with a feral glint in his eyes. Aside from the fact that he was armed and armored, he also wore some sort of oversized wolf's mane like a mantle, a trophy of his past exploits. This man, who began to boo at the execution, appeared to be some sort of hunter to any onlooker. To those perceptive enough, however, those who would notice many small things such as the small vial of silvery liquid he wore as a pendant or the many scars on the palm of his one bare hand, they would be able to piece together that this man was a Krusczek, a monster made to hunt other monsters.

When this Krusczek had began to see others gathering at the corpse, however, he seemed visually displeased.

"Shit..." Cursing under his breath, he drew his sword, grasping the blade with his uncovered hand and letting it cut into his palm. As his blood covered his curved blade, it started to ignite like a torch, the blood serving as tinder for the cursed fire burning from his blade. Raising the flaming scimitar like it was some sort of badge of office, the Krusczek began to maneuver through the crowd, keeping it raised and hollering at the manic townsfolk to move out of his way, using his blade as a deterrent for anyone to get in his way; nobody sane would want to fight a Krusczek head on, after all.

"Get away from the corpse, you fools," the man with the flaming sword called out as he neared the gallows, putting the flame on his blade out as his path became clearer, "if you get your different smells on her, I won't be able to get a good idea of this witch's scent!" As if he knew just what he was talking about, he started to sniff at the corpse, trying to get some sort of scent he can build off of, but also trying to find anything else notable about the girl that could lead him to this Whiteheath Witch. Afterward, he turned over to Lilith, his stoic expression not showing whether he was pleased with his findings or not.

"The name's Emil, by the way, and your guards are bad at their jobs. I'll find that witch for the Reave, it sounds like a good hunt. Never hunted one this cunning before, but there's a start for everything, isn't there?"

Rolls and Actions

HP: 12/13
AC: 16
Ammo: 20 Crossbow Bolts

On his way to the body, Emil used his Crimson Rite in order to invoke a Rite of the Flame on his Scimitar, taking 1 point of damage. Using his now flaming scimitar in order to get the town's citizens to move out of his way, Emil ended his Crimson Rite as soon as he found his way to the gallows. Using a Survival check, he began to look for anything he could use to track down the Whiteheath Witch, trusting in his sense of smell more than anything and rolling a 12.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

'DDD' Hot Springs, Miyama Town

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@Seirei no Hai@Phonic@SSW@Addamas@ManyThings

"Looking good, Ashimoto! Heh, a haircut... now why would I do that?" FUJIMURA laughed, scratching the back of his head and paying no heed to his limp. Whether he didn't want to call him out on it because it might be uncool to, or because the room might be just a bit too dark due to his shades were unknown. What was known, however, was the strong sense of familiarity they both treated each other, as if they were brothers instead of just colleagues. "Hey, can ya get the boys for me? Gotta start acting like a hero, now..."

"I see you put my boys to good use, Benita... I don't want to know if ya summoned a volcano 'ere and I don't care ta' find out, but I'm gonna need to borrow most o'my men for a bit. Ashimoto and a few o'the others could stick 'round, though. Figured ya need staff..." FUJIMURA greeted Benita warmly. She had fixed a problem he wasn't able to fix on his own, and had made a new tourist attraction to help with the most-likely crumbling economy Fuyuki might face. He couldn't thank her more for her contribution to Fuyuki, so helping her run things seems good enough, for now.

"Ah... older sister, huh? Man, I really don't look that manly?" FUJIMURA acted as if he had taken a hit to his ego, but in reality, he was more than flattered to be someone's "older sister." While he was the oldest of his siblings, FUJIMURA had wished he had an older brother or sister to look up to while he was younger. Getting to be both of those to someone, however, made FUJIMURA feel twice as better about himself, twice as cool, even. It appeared as if his abs and chest looked more toned than they were, moments before. Giving Benita a soft pat on her head, he looked to the newcomer, a young girl, no older than twenty.

As she 'borrowed' Benita for a few minutes, the rest of FUJIMURA's boys joined him at the lobby. "'Ey, boss! Looks like you got a new getup! Geez, been hitting the gym, lately?" Many comments like this came from each of these man, complimenting FUJIMURA in some small way as they exchanged greetings. Like Ashimoto, they already saw FUJIMURA as the coolest cat around, so there wasn't anything really different about him or his looks. Greeting each of his men individually, FUJIMURA handed them all a bundle of talismans, telling them each that they 'know what to do with 'em.' As he greeted each of his men, the same sort of glasses FUJIMURA was sporting all appeared on each of them, stylized to fit their own specific look. No longer were they mere Yakuza, but have began to reach an existence similar, but still dwarfing that of the man known as FUJIMURA.

As the young woman named 'Sofia Whitehall' greeted FUJIMURA with an extended hand, he instead started to perform some sort of strange gesture of greeting in return, slowing down in order for her to catch up on each of its intricate movements. "Heh, no need for the 'sir.' I ain't that old... ya'can just call me 'Gin'. That's what everyone else here's use ta callin' me. An' don't worry about me bein' around. I'll be gone before ya' know it!"

As the other woman had entered the building, FUJIMURA had to look twice. It was the Matou girl, for sure, but she seemed... different, in some sense. Seeing that she didn't seem to plan to do anything hostile, at least initially, however, FUJIMURA laughed it off and continued to observe her. "So this is the Matou specialty in action, then? Never got the time to appreciate it until now... Don't worry, I ain't here ta'fight if you aren't. Just want to protect my city however I can."

The sounds of tires screeching brought FUJIMURA to high alert, however. Taking a peek outside, he saw a large group of men, foreign men, loaded with guns. His eyes wandered around the group until he spotted one with command spells, an orange-haired man. It was apparent to FUJIMURA that his rivals had stood before him, outside the very spa. Indeed, they were men of the Mafia here to take advantage of the war for their profit... "Ey, Benita, ya mentioned a meeting 'ere, right? He's a bit early, though... don't like the crowd he brought, either. Too many guns, one stray bullet might hit a kid in the eye. I'll take care of those, if ya don't mind. Gatekeeper, stay 'ere, make sure ta' protect everyone in case they do go in guns blazin', not that I'd allow it." Pulling a talisman out from his coat and raising it in the air, FUJIMURA walked out of the springs to greet the newcomers, striding confidently while saying the magic words under his breath...

"Guide me."

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What the Mafia saw was a streak of white, passing by each of them in a speed no human could feasibly reach. Before they knew it, those with guns in their hands found themselves unarmed, their weapons smacked out of their hands and onto the ground, broken beyond repair and unusable, though the men themselves remained unhurt. It was as if it were the work of a Servant, disarming them all in the span of just a few seconds, up until the last gangster. While they all searched around, trying to find just who or what was responsible for their guns being broken, something whistled for their attention.

Leaning by the entrance to the hot spring was a smiling man in a white coat with a pompadour. To these men, they would recognize the pompadour as one belonging to a man named Gin Yoshiyaki; his face was plastered around town, after all. However, something was different about him. While much of the group gathered around won't be able to tell just what, the difference was clear to the one named Enzo Levito. With a force of providence that enormous, it was like he was looking right at a Servant.

"Ah, I never got tha' chance to really meet ya guys, huh? I heard you all were causin' trouble in my city. Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on settlin' the score now. As far as I'm certain, these hot springs are neutral territory, and it would be uncool ta try an' hurt anyone here. The invitation said ta' bring your own beer, but I don't think it said anything about weapons. It ain't cool to the other guests if they head on over only ta' be shot to death, now is it?"

Tearing the gun in his hands in half and letting it fall to the ground, 'Gin' had lowered his shades, his eyes, much more intense than before, looking right into their leader's, into Enzo's eyes.

"Ah, sorry, was uncool of me to not introduce myself, huh? The name's Gin Yoshiyaki... or well, it used ta' be. Don't take my presence as anything threatenin', my boys and I plan to be on our way. I just don't appreciate guns being pointed at us, y'know. It ain't a cool thing to do. We're runnin' a business, 'ere, not an army.

"Before I go, though, I'm curious... what's yer name? I'd like t'know the name of my rivals before I actually meet 'em in battle. It wouldn't be cool, otherwise."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest

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@Paradox Witch@Crusader Lord@Kyuuzen

That speed... no, he's truly inhuman! It can't be helped, then...

As soon as Saber came dashing in with the speed something only a command spell could feasibly produce, three things had occurred. One, Rider's body had jerked on its own, as if it acted on its own, boosted with a burst of prana. The capabilities of Rider to fight against things of inhuman nature was inlaid upon his body like a curse, a burden it bears after being soaked in the blood of countless beasts. Despite this, however, this particular burden placed on Rider's body is only able to draw upon the skills and techniques used to fight things beyond human, not to emulate their physical capabilities. Even if Rider had accepted the full blessing that his command spell would entail, which he didn't, his speed would still be considered sluggish compared to the god-like speed that Lucius has displayed. Rider wished to avoid the blade altogether, but his main intent was to ensure that, even if it did land, it wouldn't pierce through anything lethal.

Second came Falke, who had also rushed over with a burst of quickness that would normally be impossible for beasts of its nature. If it meant it would save its prince's life, however, then even Falke is capable of accomplishing the impossible. Indeed, in Rider's story, Falke had served as a Deus Ex Machina of sorts, always appearing at Rider's worst moments to save his life without fail. While it isn't capable of Spatial Transference, because 'saving the day' is something of a second nature to Falke, it wouldn't be hard to say that its speed in this sort of scenario wouldn't draw close. As the black steed leaped for Saber, it through a mighty kick to his side in an attempt to throw his aim off, moving at one with Rider's movements.

Finally, Rider would shift the movement of his sword, taking advantage of Saber's ridiculous advance. Directing Mimung towards Saber's chest, Rider directed the sudden influx of magical energy into Mimung itself, empowering the blade in an attempt to charge the blade with even more magical energy. Rider had hoped that, by powering Mimung with his own prana, the concept of 'cutting' that it carries will be reinforced. Indeed, as a blade that transfers energy around it into light in order to actualize a blade of energy carrying the blade's true purpose, it would only make sense that Prana Burst, which infuses one's weapons and body with magical energy, would also extend to Mimung's true power. With the excess energy given to him by the Command Spell, Rider had only hoped it would be enough to deter his overwhelming opponent, at the very least.

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Emil Simonov

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest

@Paradox Witch@Crusader Lord@Kyuuzen

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Saber had almost instantaneously appeared in front of Rider before he could complete his attack, much to his surprise. While he was already aware of the pressure being placed on him from Saber's command, he was still used to moving at speeds faster than his opponent. The only man he wasn't confident in beating at such speeds was his established rival, and even then, he was still able to move fast enough to defend against his blows. When up against Saber, however, it felt as if his energy had been sapped away from him. Rider realized he was truly facing a man worthy of the influence he had in life.

As soon as their swords were about to clash, Rider had indeed saw it. The opening afforded to him. To his steed, Falke, who was nevertheless too slow to reach that window, still made its way to join the battle, regardless, as if following its prince's intuition to the letter. To Rider, though, he knew that as soon as he would turn this fight into that of close quarters, his opponent would easily turn this to his advantage. Indeed, Rider had expected that a man as worldly as Lucius Tiberius would be skilled in the martial arts of countless lands under the control of his empire. Rider knew that fighting a master of just one was already a mistake, so closing in for the legs was a mistake. As a matter of fact, anything that his instincts would sense that wasn't an assured kill was something Rider would choose to ignore.

Instead, Rider started to move back, intercepting the attacks from Saber with his blade and evading his opponent's blows whenever he can. As soon as their blades clashed, Rider was in awe of Saber's sheer power, something that no mere human could ever achieve. It was in Rider's best intent to find a way to stop this battle as soon as possible, but he knew he couldn't just out-strength his opponent. While Rider continued to make a fighting retreat in order to try and retake the range that he had, he-

... Wait, no. That strength, that speed... That isn't how to go about it at all.

This man... Lucius Tiberius... he was no man. He was a beast.

Monster Breaker: ACTIVE

The man know as Lucius Tiberius was, indeed, an ordinary man in life, who was still extraordinary in strength. Indeed, to best Arturus, a king with a similar draconic nature to Rider, in feats of strength and arms was nothing to scoff at. As a Servant, however, his Saint Graph is forcibly altered to match in physical capabilities, exceeding that which a normal human can accomplish. In other words, Saber's existence could be considered as beyond human, entering the realm of a beast. And to Rider, who has fought and killed much stronger beasts to the point of genocide, this strength was something he was too used to.

In fact, it only hardened his resolve. And his anger.

"I WILL RIP OFF THAT DAMNED ARM OF YOURS AND FEED IT TO MY HORSE, SWORD EMPEROR!"

Rider had begun to focus on avoiding his blows, using a mix of skill and his own inhuman speed. This didn't stop his opponent from being faster than him, but Rider's very body was ingrained with fighting against such speeds. Rider also felt that these countless blows were made not with any skill in mind, but as a showcase of power. It made complete sense to Rider, knowing of this man's arrogance, and who would blame Saber for showing off, anyway? With the strength of a giant, one could have anything they so wished, and could just strike down those who say otherwise.

As Rider would know best out of anyone, however, attacking with such strength had its own caveats; ones that he could take advantage of. As soon as his instincts, honed to monstrous men such as Saber, had sensed the specific opening he was looking for, Rider made his attack. Rider jumped back and, with a burst of magical energy, swung Mimung with as much strength as he could muster against Florent with the intent of breaking the blade. What should be notable about this blow, however, was that Rider swung with the direction Florent was swinging at, rather than against it, as a means of throwing Saber off through the momentum of his own swing. It was an attack meant to fight off against opponents with the strength of giants, using the weight of their own heavy blows against them.

"Behold, giant... the ground!"

Not even a second Rider had completed his attack, Falke had finally made its charge from behind Saber, fired up with the same monster-slaying instincts that shared with its own rider. Launching itself forward, Falke threw a kick at Saber's back with the same kick it had used to kill one who could be considered a Hero among Giants. Of course, to Saber, who had sported similar instincts to his opponent, he could easily turn around and deal with Falke easily, assuming he could afford opening himself to Rider.

Either way, Rider lunged Mimung forward while Falke ducked its head, aiming right for the Sword Emperor's heart.

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Lies and slander Done

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

@Ciaran

Sorry for the hold-up. Went with a Blood Hunter, after all. Introducing Emil Simonov!

And in case you were making tokens, here's the image I had in mind for his. image.ibb.co/kwaDLp/Emil_Token.jpg