Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

Lancelot carries Kama out of the ice-cold hole in the snowy ground. 

Most of the Masters and Servants are battered, bruised and reaching their limit.

But they're not even close to done.

Ice Elementals, Frost Worms, Cryo Flowers, Frost Giants, Ice Wolves. 

There's an unending horde of monsters approaching, following the call of Mjölnir. The call of the smallest Ragnarok the world has ever seen.

In this very moment... Hermes, Nagato, Hans, Lucius, Ortlinde, Veronica, Leopold, Tyonis, Fie, Asteria, Sita, Scathach, Epona... everyone is doing their best too. They might never see them again. 

The director's orders are clear: keep fighting off the enemies for as long as you can. Don't let a single one reach the other teams.

Failing here is not an option.

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"Ah I did say there a moment of boredom with you, Master," Lancelot drew Arondight into a fighting stance. "A blade fights for its wielder to the last moment, until the last shard, and that is what I will do. I abandoned someone in the past. I won't do it again."

"Hehe, brave and gallant to the very last moment, hm?" Koyan replied from her tank, loading up her weapons. It may be like a mirage, but you can see as a halo of multiple firearms surrounds her. Each time as she picks each weapon to shoot against the hordes. "Keep on the defensive! Shoot anything that moves! Have no mercy!" Pulling the trigger many times as she says this, she aims for clean hits on every monster that her eyes can see.

Erik turns towards the oncoming hoard of monsters, the violence not enough for him. His blood burned for more destruction. Lightning crackled along his skin as another rune was triggered, and his anger grew larger as he brought out the power of the Bear, charging forth towards the monsters with his massive strength, crashing into several and smashing them away with his shield as he brought his sword out to burn more of the ice based creatures to nothing. His mini Ragnorock was only just getting started

"Give them everything you have," Lancelot roared as he drew his blade, taking aim before unleashing a barrage of arrows that slayed dozens in his path before he dashed forward. Arondight was in his hands, gleaming, shining, just as much as the day he had been blessed with it. "Arondight! For the Maiden and King!" and he became a blur. There was no doubt that amongst the round table, Lancelot was without peer when it came to the blade. It was an art that he had honed through tireless training and endless battle. And it was clear here as Lancelot turned into a purple golden blur as his foes turned to shreds before him. In a single second he landed two blows on a foe, and in the next he killed three before they could even blink.

"RAAAAAAAAAAGH" Erik was just lost in the rage now, all that was left until this bloodrage wore off was destructions, and there was plenty of enemies to receive his destruction. His skin formed more cracks as his rage continued and he delved further into the destruction, each kill making them grow brighter. The enemies fought back, but the runes and his rage had him keep going as he continued to become bloodied and bruised. He kept going, more and more, the his blood's lust for destruction unable to be satiated

On the other hand, the Assassin fights like in a dance. Rhythmically shooting with her rifle, whilst her Suppression Vehicles launches missiles and wipes out lines of enemies with a disastrous railgun. Like an orchestra of mayhem, where her bullets make a violent song that she guides as a concertmaster. It's been ages since she's relished in violence, as unbecoming as it is for her. This is part of her 'dominating' aspect, too.

By late afternoon, A sudden roar blew across the winter wastleland and a moment of great silence came. Along a Ridgeline a single figure on horseback appeared. In his single arm he held a great horn. More horsemen arrived, spears glinting in the noon-day light. Until the ridge was nothing but a single great wall of bodies that stared down at the battlefield.

"Father, I said I would make vengeance upon the North for its sins," Captain Strauss muttered as he saw the battle before him. "I come now to fulfil that oath."

"And I come to fufill mine as well," Siegfried said as he walked to the side of Strauss. "Brynhildr. Forgive me that I was not there for you. But allow me to use your name so that our foes may forever fear it as I scream it upon my lips!"

Strauss lifted the horn to his lips and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Cherusci in that hour was like a storm upon the landscape and a thunder in the mountains. And with that they charged, the very earth quaking under their hooves, black mares roaring just as loud as their savage and hateful riders. For the Cherusci had come, and they would have their revenge for their desolation. A wave of black crashed against a wall of white.... and crushed it with hoof and spear.

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As the fighting went on, Erik's power would eventually begin to run dry. He could only sustain this rage for so long before it would burn him out as he finally collapsed to the ground, severe burns across his body from the strain of maintaining constant combat for so long. He had done enough, more than enough, more than could be expected of any Master. He had done the work equal to what his former Servant and Partner could be proud of. He smiled as his form was back to its normal size, collapsed on the ground as the sound of the reinforcement hoof steps came into his ears. As the horse charge drowned out all other noise, he fell to unconciousness.

"Agh, what kind of idiot falls asleep in front of horses!?" Any sort of prestige that Erik sought in his dramatic pass out was interrupted by the fox's cry. She'd argue that her mana sources are running low... But she doesn't need energy to sustain herself, so the clever assassin is fueling it all directly into her massive war machine. With a smooth movement, he picks the large man up and drops him on the top of her tank. "So..." She takes a long gasp of air to get back on her fighting rhythm. "We've been playing games for a while now... So let's show them the real thing. The true power of domination, the absolute pinnacle of weaponry and destruction!"

"Are you watching through my eyes, Master? Tonight, I am offering quite the special service. Tune in for some festival fireworks~"

"Continue Assassin," his cold voice wafted forward as he gazed through her eyes, "When this is done, I do not desire even a single speck of them to remain. Show me the true might of NFF."

The fields are empty. Wiped out by what's colloquially called a missile barrage. A few ICBMs, to be exact. But as she finished her requiem, she feels it. The shifting of the textures. "Ah, our time here is over. So long, cursed land of mankind. And let us see another face of you soon~ До скорого!"

1:59 AM

And back to Chaldea she goes.

Strauss stood over the body of a slain giant under his foot. He saw something clutched in its fists. A necklace. Just like the one his mother had, its twin. He fell to his knees and clutched the amulet, tears streaming down his face so hot not even the cold of the north could freeze it. "Thank you, Chaldea," he said between sobs. "Now, Father, let's go home."

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