Well, here is the next chapter, still raw and unedited, so please point out any mistakes you find.
I hope you will enjoy it neither the less.
Miracle
Chapter 3
She is watching him.
He can feel her stare, the pointed gaze of the Servant called Caster. The witch responsible for his existence on this world
At least that is what she thinks. He knows better now. He remembers that voice from the time he was drifting through the nothingness.
Loud and strong, a voice full of life if nothing else. There was no emotion in that voice, nothing he would have identified with a human being.
Kind of fitting for something so utterly inhuman as a world.
Strangely the thought of a sentient world did not surprise him as much as he thought it would. If the darkness within humanity could gain a life of its own, why not the world they lived in also?
Why a world of all things wanted him to play hero, he doesn't know. Nor does he care.
He has a body. He survived something that should have killed him. The death of god's hand, the crumbling of that plane, the remnants of hell.
Because his scarred husk of a body can still grasp this sword. As long as the man known as Guts can hold unto his blade he will not die.
This body will refuse to die again and again.
If one can call this regenerating shell he is in a body. His wounds, even though most of his skin had been burned away, are already gone. Not even a slight discomfort remains of the wounds he has received.
That red guy's arrow was painful. Such an extreme attack for someone with an extremely balanced style of moving he notes. It had hurt, a lot in fact. What ever it was that guy had shot at him it had really messed with his body.
After that shotrage, that is all he can say for sure. As if someone hat flipped a switch his thoughts had fled and left only hatred behind. That and the howl he can still hear in his head if he concentrates enough.
The howl of a beast. A beast he knows all too well.
How ironic that such a thought would let him rest so easily, but really, there is nothing to worry about.
As horrifying as that demon is, he does not fear it.
After all
There is no need to fear your very self, is there?
He has no idea for how long he laid waste to the surrounding forest. The only thing he notes with a barely restrained snicker is that a few trees look as if somebody had tried to slice them in two with a strike from below.
Had they been human that would have been painful.
Another snicker.
He remembers doing that to some enemy of his a long time ago.
If that guy survived?
Probably not, people tended to die when they came looking for him. Curiosity killing the damn elf and all that stuff, wasn't that how the saying went?
A quick slash.
With a pained moan the ghostly apparition disappears.
Damn ghosts, they are still after him, even now. He wonders if they can smell the blood of all those evil beings on him.
Well
At least, they are not as many as before, why he might even be able to get a decent night of sleep.
Maybe.
He wouldn't bet on it.
You beat them.
The woman is back. Her hood is still hiding her face, but he can hazard a guess that she is stunningly beautiful.
The evil ones always are and she does not hide her intentions. To reach her goal she will do whatever she must. She will sacrifice everyone around here to win this war.
That is the kind of person he really hates. Just like Griffith onlythere is a difference between them.
So ready to sacrifice just about everything....even the things that don't belong to them anyway.
Still, he has to obey, this body, is tied to her it seems. So he answers her.
They were weaker than expected, I'd say even you could beat them witch, if you're really lucky.
Do not underestimate them, it is only by virtue of her weak master that you matched her so easily, Saber is powerful and Archer isinteresting at least.
Is she already thinking of discarding him?
No she won't. She still needs him. That witch still has a use for this black swordsman.
Besides, as much as she praises those two servants, her first impression of her own servant has changed as well.
Assassin is strong, stronger than she would have anticipated, strong enough serve her. For a servant summoned by servant he is surprising. No, even for a normal servant summoned into the class of Assassin, he is far more than she could have hoped for.
Keep guarding this gate, allow no servant or master to enter the temple through this entrance. Soichiro-sama must be protected.
He snickers at her tone. How such cold-blooded woman's voice can change so fast amuses him to no end.
The moment the name of her master leaves her lips he can already guess she is smiling under that hood of hers. That man is important to her.
He can appreciate that.
As far as that is concerned that witch is the same as him.
She would die for her master, she will kill and kill and kill for that person. She will kill until there is nothing left to kill or till she has no strength left in her body to kill.
He thinks, for that man, the witch known as Medea would willingly drown in a sea of blood that she'd spill just for him.
Yeah.
He can definitely appreciate that.
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Caster is leaving.
It is time for him to follow his orders.
Finally.
Since the battle between Assassin and Saber and later Archer the hero known as C? Chulainn has been waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
There is no one to interfere, no one to spoil the purity of what is about to begin.
This is a battle Lancer has been waiting for.
He descends from his place upon a tree, GaeBolg already in his hands.
The black swordsman's gaze is as heavy as he imagined it.
Finally came out of your hiding spot, eh? Are you done with watching already?
Lancer's smile is a not just for show. He can appreciate his opponents words.
It's not just mockery.
This man too has been waiting for their battle.
Yeah, it was kind of entertaining seeing you play around with those two servants. How about you show me the real deal?
A flash of teeth, both of them are showing of their grin.
The real deal? If you think that stick of yours won't break, why don't you come and get it.
A flash of death.
Their lust for battle is such that it electrifies the very air between them.
In an instant the battle has began, the sound of steel upon steel echoes through the night.
Red meets black.
With a resounding clang the cursed lance meets its counterpart.
Again they clash.
Sparks illuminate the darkness, too fast for the human eye, the two servants attack each other.
Without a doubt, the advantage of speed lies with Lancer, yet, his attacks are parried.
The size and the power of his enemy's blade stops his cursed lance from hitting its target again and again.
Every time Assassins sword strikes at his lance he feels the strain placed upon it. The strength behind those savage blows is incredible as is the skill they are used with.
Lancers grin nearly splits his face in two.
He knew this was going to be good, just not that good.
This is the kind of opponent he is grateful for.
Really, against this kind of servant.
He wants to cut loose and fight with all that he has.
If only that damned command spell would not stop him from showing his opponent how much this meant to him.
Still, fighting any more would be useless. This guy is too skilled to reveal his Noble Phantasm. No he would need to unleash GaeBolg against that guy to force out his Noble Phantasm, he can tell that much from what he already saw.
Maybe next time.
He disappears from sight. Such is his speed that even his opponent loses sight of him for an instant.
Not bad for an Assassin, but I think I'll call it a day, you look as if you could really use your beauty sleep, Assassin.
Light banter.
The battle is over, there is no need for hard words now.
The fought against each other with naked steel. As far as C? Chulainn is concerned they are as good as friends.
This is what it means to face each other in battle to this servant. A Battle to the death is after all a thing of savage beauty, pulsing with life and the need to win more than anything else.
Lancer is thankful for every opponent he can truly fight with.
He is gone before the black swordsman can answer. He leaves the temple stairs behind him.
It only takes him a few minutes to get to the edge of the forest.
It's too bad, he would have really liked to fight some more with that guy.
Where do you think you're running to? We're not done yet, are we? I think I was just about to break that little lance of yours.
The words reach him from behind, his surprise is evident on his face even as he turns around to face his enemy.
This servant can not be here.
He should not be able to leave that place at all.
Yet the dark form of Assassin walks in from the shadows, his face hidden in the blackness of the night, only his eye is visible.
Think you can just run away like that?
This time the words are pure mockery.
You?!
In and instant the red lance appears in Lancers hands again.
The blue-clad servant starts to chuckle lightly.
Heh, I don't know how it is that you can leave that place but.thank you.
His words are sincere.
He is truly thankful.
This will be their second battle.
There is nothing stopping him from going all out anymore.
Sowhy don't we just stop holding back and get at it?
His answer is the same horrifying grin Assassin has shown before and Lancer matches his expression.
Weapons raised, they wait but for the right moment.
This battle will be the most rewarding yet because
There is something both understand in the same moment.
Steel meets Steel.
Battle is their home.
Well that's it for chapter 3.
On the other hand, I'm right now looking for someone that could help me by beta-ing my Miracle chapters, because, as you can see my english still stinks and I can't seem to catch my mistakes, be it grammatical or typos, by myself.
If someone wants to contact me my email adress is available in my profile or he/she/omgtentacles can send me an PM
I hope you will enjoy it neither the less.
Miracle
Chapter 3
She is watching him.
He can feel her stare, the pointed gaze of the Servant called Caster. The witch responsible for his existence on this world
At least that is what she thinks. He knows better now. He remembers that voice from the time he was drifting through the nothingness.
Loud and strong, a voice full of life if nothing else. There was no emotion in that voice, nothing he would have identified with a human being.
Kind of fitting for something so utterly inhuman as a world.
Strangely the thought of a sentient world did not surprise him as much as he thought it would. If the darkness within humanity could gain a life of its own, why not the world they lived in also?
Why a world of all things wanted him to play hero, he doesn't know. Nor does he care.
He has a body. He survived something that should have killed him. The death of god's hand, the crumbling of that plane, the remnants of hell.
Because his scarred husk of a body can still grasp this sword. As long as the man known as Guts can hold unto his blade he will not die.
This body will refuse to die again and again.
If one can call this regenerating shell he is in a body. His wounds, even though most of his skin had been burned away, are already gone. Not even a slight discomfort remains of the wounds he has received.
That red guy's arrow was painful. Such an extreme attack for someone with an extremely balanced style of moving he notes. It had hurt, a lot in fact. What ever it was that guy had shot at him it had really messed with his body.
After that shotrage, that is all he can say for sure. As if someone hat flipped a switch his thoughts had fled and left only hatred behind. That and the howl he can still hear in his head if he concentrates enough.
The howl of a beast. A beast he knows all too well.
How ironic that such a thought would let him rest so easily, but really, there is nothing to worry about.
As horrifying as that demon is, he does not fear it.
After all
There is no need to fear your very self, is there?
He has no idea for how long he laid waste to the surrounding forest. The only thing he notes with a barely restrained snicker is that a few trees look as if somebody had tried to slice them in two with a strike from below.
Had they been human that would have been painful.
Another snicker.
He remembers doing that to some enemy of his a long time ago.
If that guy survived?
Probably not, people tended to die when they came looking for him. Curiosity killing the damn elf and all that stuff, wasn't that how the saying went?
A quick slash.
With a pained moan the ghostly apparition disappears.
Damn ghosts, they are still after him, even now. He wonders if they can smell the blood of all those evil beings on him.
Well
At least, they are not as many as before, why he might even be able to get a decent night of sleep.
Maybe.
He wouldn't bet on it.
You beat them.
The woman is back. Her hood is still hiding her face, but he can hazard a guess that she is stunningly beautiful.
The evil ones always are and she does not hide her intentions. To reach her goal she will do whatever she must. She will sacrifice everyone around here to win this war.
That is the kind of person he really hates. Just like Griffith onlythere is a difference between them.
So ready to sacrifice just about everything....even the things that don't belong to them anyway.
Still, he has to obey, this body, is tied to her it seems. So he answers her.
They were weaker than expected, I'd say even you could beat them witch, if you're really lucky.
Do not underestimate them, it is only by virtue of her weak master that you matched her so easily, Saber is powerful and Archer isinteresting at least.
Is she already thinking of discarding him?
No she won't. She still needs him. That witch still has a use for this black swordsman.
Besides, as much as she praises those two servants, her first impression of her own servant has changed as well.
Assassin is strong, stronger than she would have anticipated, strong enough serve her. For a servant summoned by servant he is surprising. No, even for a normal servant summoned into the class of Assassin, he is far more than she could have hoped for.
Keep guarding this gate, allow no servant or master to enter the temple through this entrance. Soichiro-sama must be protected.
He snickers at her tone. How such cold-blooded woman's voice can change so fast amuses him to no end.
The moment the name of her master leaves her lips he can already guess she is smiling under that hood of hers. That man is important to her.
He can appreciate that.
As far as that is concerned that witch is the same as him.
She would die for her master, she will kill and kill and kill for that person. She will kill until there is nothing left to kill or till she has no strength left in her body to kill.
He thinks, for that man, the witch known as Medea would willingly drown in a sea of blood that she'd spill just for him.
Yeah.
He can definitely appreciate that.
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Caster is leaving.
It is time for him to follow his orders.
Finally.
Since the battle between Assassin and Saber and later Archer the hero known as C? Chulainn has been waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
There is no one to interfere, no one to spoil the purity of what is about to begin.
This is a battle Lancer has been waiting for.
He descends from his place upon a tree, GaeBolg already in his hands.
The black swordsman's gaze is as heavy as he imagined it.
Finally came out of your hiding spot, eh? Are you done with watching already?
Lancer's smile is a not just for show. He can appreciate his opponents words.
It's not just mockery.
This man too has been waiting for their battle.
Yeah, it was kind of entertaining seeing you play around with those two servants. How about you show me the real deal?
A flash of teeth, both of them are showing of their grin.
The real deal? If you think that stick of yours won't break, why don't you come and get it.
A flash of death.
Their lust for battle is such that it electrifies the very air between them.
In an instant the battle has began, the sound of steel upon steel echoes through the night.
Red meets black.
With a resounding clang the cursed lance meets its counterpart.
Again they clash.
Sparks illuminate the darkness, too fast for the human eye, the two servants attack each other.
Without a doubt, the advantage of speed lies with Lancer, yet, his attacks are parried.
The size and the power of his enemy's blade stops his cursed lance from hitting its target again and again.
Every time Assassins sword strikes at his lance he feels the strain placed upon it. The strength behind those savage blows is incredible as is the skill they are used with.
Lancers grin nearly splits his face in two.
He knew this was going to be good, just not that good.
This is the kind of opponent he is grateful for.
Really, against this kind of servant.
He wants to cut loose and fight with all that he has.
If only that damned command spell would not stop him from showing his opponent how much this meant to him.
Still, fighting any more would be useless. This guy is too skilled to reveal his Noble Phantasm. No he would need to unleash GaeBolg against that guy to force out his Noble Phantasm, he can tell that much from what he already saw.
Maybe next time.
He disappears from sight. Such is his speed that even his opponent loses sight of him for an instant.
Not bad for an Assassin, but I think I'll call it a day, you look as if you could really use your beauty sleep, Assassin.
Light banter.
The battle is over, there is no need for hard words now.
The fought against each other with naked steel. As far as C? Chulainn is concerned they are as good as friends.
This is what it means to face each other in battle to this servant. A Battle to the death is after all a thing of savage beauty, pulsing with life and the need to win more than anything else.
Lancer is thankful for every opponent he can truly fight with.
He is gone before the black swordsman can answer. He leaves the temple stairs behind him.
It only takes him a few minutes to get to the edge of the forest.
It's too bad, he would have really liked to fight some more with that guy.
Where do you think you're running to? We're not done yet, are we? I think I was just about to break that little lance of yours.
The words reach him from behind, his surprise is evident on his face even as he turns around to face his enemy.
This servant can not be here.
He should not be able to leave that place at all.
Yet the dark form of Assassin walks in from the shadows, his face hidden in the blackness of the night, only his eye is visible.
Think you can just run away like that?
This time the words are pure mockery.
You?!
In and instant the red lance appears in Lancers hands again.
The blue-clad servant starts to chuckle lightly.
Heh, I don't know how it is that you can leave that place but.thank you.
His words are sincere.
He is truly thankful.
This will be their second battle.
There is nothing stopping him from going all out anymore.
Sowhy don't we just stop holding back and get at it?
His answer is the same horrifying grin Assassin has shown before and Lancer matches his expression.
Weapons raised, they wait but for the right moment.
This battle will be the most rewarding yet because
There is something both understand in the same moment.
Steel meets Steel.
Battle is their home.
Well that's it for chapter 3.
On the other hand, I'm right now looking for someone that could help me by beta-ing my Miracle chapters, because, as you can see my english still stinks and I can't seem to catch my mistakes, be it grammatical or typos, by myself.
If someone wants to contact me my email adress is available in my profile or he/she/omgtentacles can send me an PM