A Royale With Cheese
Canal District, Opposite side of the Canal from the Cite
Jackson could feel Jangar suddenly in grave danger.
"Jangar get out of-"
It was too late. He could hear the awful noise of a fist being thrust through a chest just a few feet away, blood splattering on the road. He covered his mouth, dropping the doll he had been working on. He slide down the wall of the building he had been leaning on as his Servant's presence began to fade from the world. As Berserker wound up for the final blow he sent a message to the Lancer...
"I...I'm sorry Jang...we were ill-prepared. It's all my fault. I leapt before looking. I hope...you find your home in the next life..."
The awful sound of a head exploding shook the American to his very core. It seemed his dream of a united world had been dashed upon rue along with his Servant's visceral remains before dissolving into nothing. He held his breath, all to aware that just feet away there was an exceptionally powerful Berserker who could make quick work of him. He sat, quaking in fear, praying.
The Bleeding Moon
Core District, near the Residentail District
Honda kicked his spear out of the ground, the ground offering no resistance to it's incredibly sharp blade. He began to spin it. He felt honoured to be face to face with someone from his era, even if they were from an enemy clan. He had never encountered Yukimura in life, but had learned of his exploits and his successful defence of Osaka Castle. Honda himself had accomplished a similar feat. Maybe in another life they would have been close friends. Still, the inkling of camaraderie he had with the samurai before him did not mean he would hold back. Far from it in fact. So far he's had two unsatisfactory fights in this Grail War, both where he was forced onto the defensive by overwhelming attacks. Now it was his turn to go on the offensive. Although the feats of the Last Samurai were impressive, Honda knew for a fact he wouldn't have anything that could resist a decisive blow from a legendary weapon.
"Since you already know who I am, there's no reason to not lead with this..."
He charged the Six Coins Rider, spinning the spear quickly like a buzzsaw and looking to slice the Servant in half. This was his Noble Phantasm and an elegantly simple one at that. During his military service he had obsessively maintained his spear, sharpening it whenever he got the opportunity, sometimes for hours on end. This rendered the cutting edge so thin that a dragonfly landing on it would be split in twain. The blade was deadly sharp as is, but this unlocked it's true legendary cutting potential. The very air around Rider would be sliced as razor winds would close in on him.
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