Back to the present...
Sparks could be seen whizzing through the air, as the weapons of the Servants clashed against each other, creating spectacles of great beauty. Gasping in awe, Stelle nearly gave everything away with her shorts, only barely saved as Shinji covered her mouth (it stank to high heavens due to the theatres lingering in her mouth).
Just as the peanut gallery was about to enter the battlefield, Shinji shot up, eyes dilated at what he sensed, an uneasy feeling growing in his heart(s).
I must be imagining things...
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Walking with his Servant, Kiritsugu smoked a single malt cigarette as he stood rapt with his Servant, Assassin Emiya. "So, me from another universe, why have you accepted my call...?"
Stopping in his tracks, Assassin of Blue gazed back at him. "Just because I can't see myself be strayed from our path:
To be a Hero of Justice...
I have come here to guide you back... as well as to search for him:
The Angel of the Emperor
Alaya wants to create a Contract with him, for they have deemed him to be a better Guardian than us. Also, if I were you, I'd have created a miniaturised bounded field around us to isolate our enemies from overhearing us, but rest well, for I have already done it. You have gotten soft, old me..."
With these final words, Emiya turned silent once more, hiding back into the shadows. Careful, I sense another Master and Servant coming here...
Suddenly, the bushes were blasted into oblivion. Rapidly approaching was the blurred figure of a tall, purple-haired woman, wielding two long, needle-like knives and wearing an eye mask. Behind her was her Servant, a girl with all the right places filled (which, to he honest, was bigger than Irisviel's...)...
Sweating slightly, Kiritsugu realises that he's been cornered. "Oh my, Papa Kiritsugu, it seems to me that you've got one fine Servant. But it's a shame that you won't be able to enjoy spending time with him... Rider, get him!"
Shit!
Whipping his pistols, he loaded them with anti-magic bullets (the ones not made by grinding his rib cages), firing them rapidly at the young Sakura. Taking out the katana from the Imaginary Space, Sakura used her enormous amount of magic to accelerate her reaction speed, causing her to deflect the incoming bullets like a certain foul-mouthed mercenary (Hey author, put me in here, and you're gonna have some mighty fine royalty fees to pay me – Wade Wilson, Deadpool incarnate).
Behind them, Emiya and Medusa parried and attacked each other, determined to defeat one another, for the sake of their Master and their unfulfilled wishes. Sparks flew across the sky as their blades clashed at the edges, igniting the sky in a beautiful array of fireworks.
Seeing as theh weren't going anywhere, they decided they'd unleash their Noble Phantasms, for their Masters have determined to defeat each other here and now (Kiritsugu believing he could defeat a little kiddie with his eyes closed, Sakura knowing Kiritsugu has lost his edge to his child).
Just as they were about to complete their chants, they heard a guttural shriek coming from the woods behind them.
A shriek they thought was all just a dream
Krriiiaaaww!!!