Nasuverse Servant Archer, Unknown Soldier
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Actually, the first life off God Hand was Archer and Shirou together, second was Shirou after popping UBW. I'm not seeing the unreasonable part yet, given that it took a Noble Phantasm - equivalent to take off a single life.
As for Unknown Soldier's 'dominant' personalities, the wars with the most casualties are the wars from where Unknown Soldier draws most of his collective. Of course, there are exceptions, as seen with the Thermoplyae NP, where so many of his component soldiers have been taught it (AFAIK, it's taught at every major military academy in the world) that the particular memory of the Battle of Thermoplyae is magnified. Generally, though, the more casualties, the more influence, hence why in my first little snippet of him I described him as wearing what the common WW2 grunt wore, as that war was the bloodiest one in human history.
Anyways...I got inspired.
Shirou raised his arm as if to ward off the blow, and Saber's mighty swing smashed into a row of bronze shields. They shattered, they splintered...but they held, and Shirou was already preparing more swords.
"Hero of heroes..." One, then two, then four, then a dozen swords rose from the ground, swirling behind Shirou, the glint of red light off their blades producing a dazzling light show.
Saber roared, and raised his guard, confident that any attack from Shirou would not be able to harm him.
"...DIE!" Shirou bellowed, and dropped his arm. The swords flew at Saber at breakneck pace, stabbed deep into him, and detonated with a blinding flash.
Saber growled in annoyance, and batted at the smoke surrounding him. The boy was growing weaker, he could feel it. Even if that attack at full power could not kill him again, it should at least have done serious damage. He raised his sword, and charged out of the smoke.
Shirou was already gone.
A roar of rage from behind Shirou shook the earth, and he shuddered. "Have to find Archer, have to find Archer, have to find Archer..." He scanned the landscape frantically, grateful for Archer's green clothing which made it easy to find him in the red dirt.
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Archer opened his eyes slowly, and groaned at the blood-red glow, immediately wishing that he hadn't. "Arrgh...I hate waking up after being knocked out." His eyes closed, then, a moment later, snapped back open.
Red?!
He flew to his feet, headache forgotten, as he scanned his surroundings. The area was completely foreign to him, but felt vaguely familiar. He concentrated, and pushed his senses deeper into his surroundings.
What...bounded field...KILLING FIELD?!?! Impossible, I haven't summoned it!
He scowled. He knew every Servant in this Grail War, save for Assassin, and he was confident that no Servant participating had any Noble Phantasm similar to this.
Rider's Blood Fort comes close, but she's not here...I'd know it. Caster could conceivably cast something like this...but I'd know if she was here too. Assassin...now there's a possibility, only if he wasn't bounded to that temple.
A speck of motion caught his eye, and, unbelieving, Archer focused his eyes there, and saw Shirou. "Damn it Shirou...what the hell did you get yourself into." His feet left the ground as he materialized a machine gun in each hand, sprinting towards his Master.
Thoughts?
As for Unknown Soldier's 'dominant' personalities, the wars with the most casualties are the wars from where Unknown Soldier draws most of his collective. Of course, there are exceptions, as seen with the Thermoplyae NP, where so many of his component soldiers have been taught it (AFAIK, it's taught at every major military academy in the world) that the particular memory of the Battle of Thermoplyae is magnified. Generally, though, the more casualties, the more influence, hence why in my first little snippet of him I described him as wearing what the common WW2 grunt wore, as that war was the bloodiest one in human history.
Anyways...I got inspired.
Shirou raised his arm as if to ward off the blow, and Saber's mighty swing smashed into a row of bronze shields. They shattered, they splintered...but they held, and Shirou was already preparing more swords.
"Hero of heroes..." One, then two, then four, then a dozen swords rose from the ground, swirling behind Shirou, the glint of red light off their blades producing a dazzling light show.
Saber roared, and raised his guard, confident that any attack from Shirou would not be able to harm him.
"...DIE!" Shirou bellowed, and dropped his arm. The swords flew at Saber at breakneck pace, stabbed deep into him, and detonated with a blinding flash.
Saber growled in annoyance, and batted at the smoke surrounding him. The boy was growing weaker, he could feel it. Even if that attack at full power could not kill him again, it should at least have done serious damage. He raised his sword, and charged out of the smoke.
Shirou was already gone.
A roar of rage from behind Shirou shook the earth, and he shuddered. "Have to find Archer, have to find Archer, have to find Archer..." He scanned the landscape frantically, grateful for Archer's green clothing which made it easy to find him in the red dirt.
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Archer opened his eyes slowly, and groaned at the blood-red glow, immediately wishing that he hadn't. "Arrgh...I hate waking up after being knocked out." His eyes closed, then, a moment later, snapped back open.
Red?!
He flew to his feet, headache forgotten, as he scanned his surroundings. The area was completely foreign to him, but felt vaguely familiar. He concentrated, and pushed his senses deeper into his surroundings.
What...bounded field...KILLING FIELD?!?! Impossible, I haven't summoned it!
He scowled. He knew every Servant in this Grail War, save for Assassin, and he was confident that no Servant participating had any Noble Phantasm similar to this.
Rider's Blood Fort comes close, but she's not here...I'd know it. Caster could conceivably cast something like this...but I'd know if she was here too. Assassin...now there's a possibility, only if he wasn't bounded to that temple.
A speck of motion caught his eye, and, unbelieving, Archer focused his eyes there, and saw Shirou. "Damn it Shirou...what the hell did you get yourself into." His feet left the ground as he materialized a machine gun in each hand, sprinting towards his Master.
Thoughts?
Well, given the Servant that Shirou has...information gathering, especially with his Unknown Heroes NP, is definitely a strong suit of Archer's.
And no, not Killing Field. Archer was simply making a comparison between his Killing Field NP and Shirou's UBW, which makes sense, given this Shirou's activation chant.
And for all those wondering, Herakles is still standing at ten lives. Wish Shirou and Archer luck
And no, not Killing Field. Archer was simply making a comparison between his Killing Field NP and Shirou's UBW, which makes sense, given this Shirou's activation chant.
And for all those wondering, Herakles is still standing at ten lives. Wish Shirou and Archer luck
firestorm said:
Well, given the Servant that Shirou has...information gathering, especially with his Unknown Heroes NP, is definitely a strong suit of Archer's.
And no, not Killing Field. Archer was simply making a comparison between his Killing Field NP and Shirou's UBW, which makes sense, given this Shirou's activation chant.
And for all those wondering, Herakles is still standing at ten lives. Wish Shirou and Archer luck
And no, not Killing Field. Archer was simply making a comparison between his Killing Field NP and Shirou's UBW, which makes sense, given this Shirou's activation chant.
And for all those wondering, Herakles is still standing at ten lives. Wish Shirou and Archer luck
A speck of motion caught his eye, and, unbelieving, Archer focused his eyes there, and saw Shirou. "Damn it Shirou...what the hell did you get yourself into." His feet left the ground as he materialized a machine gun in each hand, sprinting towards his Master.
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"Shirou! Where the hell are we?"
Shirou's head turned towards the welcome voice, and he felt his face crack into a smile at the sight of Archer, beret cocked on his head just so. He noted that the colour was a deep red this time, and resolved to ask about it later.
"Hey, Shirou! Wake up! What the hell is this place?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Archer. Umm..."
"Spit it out, troop! We don't have much time!"
"Right. Umm...this is Unlimited Blade Works." A pair of swords materialized in Shirou's hands, and Archer's jaw dropped.
"You...didn't need to incant."
"Yeah. I think this is what Tohsaka was talking about before, well...anyways, I think this is my Reality Marble."
"Nice...kind of like my Killing Field. Where's Saber?"
"He's back there somewhere, I distracted him with a bunch of Broken Phantasms. Took another life off him too. Sitting at 10."
"Nice job kid. How's prana holding up?" Archer double-checked his presence concealment. If this really was a Reality Marble, Shirou would have put hundreds if not thousands of klicks between them and Berserker by now, as well as cloaking their prana output. His world, his rules. Still, it never hurt to be safe.
"Umm...I'm running pretty low. You're going to have to get me out of here."
"Willdo. Alright...let's try this..."
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Herakles followed his increasingly impatient Master in this mysterious red world, and sighed.
"Where's onii-chan? Nii-chan! I'm getting angry! Come out and play! Stupid Nii-chan!"
Saber used this time to contemplate the young Master he had fought. He had never expected a modern magus to be able to remove two of his lives. A Servant, from the old days of True Magic, yes. But a Master wielding the weak magic of this era? A truly extraordinary young man, and one he looked forward to fighting again.
His eyes fell upon a yellow box, and his expression changed to one of alarm. "Mast-"
And the world exploded in flames.
Herakles opened his eyes, and saw that his Master, shielded behind him, was unharmed. He looked down, and saw that the wounds on his body were already healing. Not even worth the use of God Hand.
A wisp of mist crossed his vision, and his head snapped back up. He cursed himself for not having reacted sooner - the entire battlefield was covered in smog. Well, this was new.
Prime, and LOAD
Herakles dropped into a guard position, wondering what tricks the Archer pair were up to now.
Pre-SENT
Saber's sensitive ears caught a whisper on the wind, and he redoubled his focus on his surroundings.
By Company - FIRE
Herakles cursed, as thousands of what felt to be rocks slammed into him, breaking his skin and making a hash of his body. He threw his Master down prone, raised his sword, and charged into the enemy with a mighty roar.
Fix - BAYONETS
Heracles could see them now. Masses of humans dressed in bright scarlet. All were waving silly-looking staves around, and he laughed. These fools thought to fight Herakles, son of Zeus, Hero of the Twelve Labours?
Quick - MARCH
Saber laughed as he hacked through rows upon rows of the fools. Their weapons, though they could hurt him, were easily smashed. Then, with a shock of horror, he realized that they were not attacking him; he was simply in their way. They were headed for his Master.
From afar, Archer hummed a jaunty tune and grinned as Saber frantically hacked his way through his Killing Field. Saber and his Master would both survive, no doubt of that, but he simply needed to buy time.
"Some speak of Alexander, and some of Herakles, of Hector and Lysander, and great names such as these, but of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare, with a tow-row-row-row-row-row-row, to the British Grenadiers..." and yet more red-coated men appeared as if from nowhere, colours flying and drums pounding, continuing on their relentless march forwards against the Hero of Heroes.
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"Shirou! Where the hell are we?"
Shirou's head turned towards the welcome voice, and he felt his face crack into a smile at the sight of Archer, beret cocked on his head just so. He noted that the colour was a deep red this time, and resolved to ask about it later.
"Hey, Shirou! Wake up! What the hell is this place?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Archer. Umm..."
"Spit it out, troop! We don't have much time!"
"Right. Umm...this is Unlimited Blade Works." A pair of swords materialized in Shirou's hands, and Archer's jaw dropped.
"You...didn't need to incant."
"Yeah. I think this is what Tohsaka was talking about before, well...anyways, I think this is my Reality Marble."
"Nice...kind of like my Killing Field. Where's Saber?"
"He's back there somewhere, I distracted him with a bunch of Broken Phantasms. Took another life off him too. Sitting at 10."
"Nice job kid. How's prana holding up?" Archer double-checked his presence concealment. If this really was a Reality Marble, Shirou would have put hundreds if not thousands of klicks between them and Berserker by now, as well as cloaking their prana output. His world, his rules. Still, it never hurt to be safe.
"Umm...I'm running pretty low. You're going to have to get me out of here."
"Willdo. Alright...let's try this..."
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Herakles followed his increasingly impatient Master in this mysterious red world, and sighed.
"Where's onii-chan? Nii-chan! I'm getting angry! Come out and play! Stupid Nii-chan!"
Saber used this time to contemplate the young Master he had fought. He had never expected a modern magus to be able to remove two of his lives. A Servant, from the old days of True Magic, yes. But a Master wielding the weak magic of this era? A truly extraordinary young man, and one he looked forward to fighting again.
His eyes fell upon a yellow box, and his expression changed to one of alarm. "Mast-"
And the world exploded in flames.
Herakles opened his eyes, and saw that his Master, shielded behind him, was unharmed. He looked down, and saw that the wounds on his body were already healing. Not even worth the use of God Hand.
A wisp of mist crossed his vision, and his head snapped back up. He cursed himself for not having reacted sooner - the entire battlefield was covered in smog. Well, this was new.
Prime, and LOAD
Herakles dropped into a guard position, wondering what tricks the Archer pair were up to now.
Pre-SENT
Saber's sensitive ears caught a whisper on the wind, and he redoubled his focus on his surroundings.
By Company - FIRE
Herakles cursed, as thousands of what felt to be rocks slammed into him, breaking his skin and making a hash of his body. He threw his Master down prone, raised his sword, and charged into the enemy with a mighty roar.
Fix - BAYONETS
Heracles could see them now. Masses of humans dressed in bright scarlet. All were waving silly-looking staves around, and he laughed. These fools thought to fight Herakles, son of Zeus, Hero of the Twelve Labours?
Quick - MARCH
Saber laughed as he hacked through rows upon rows of the fools. Their weapons, though they could hurt him, were easily smashed. Then, with a shock of horror, he realized that they were not attacking him; he was simply in their way. They were headed for his Master.
From afar, Archer hummed a jaunty tune and grinned as Saber frantically hacked his way through his Killing Field. Saber and his Master would both survive, no doubt of that, but he simply needed to buy time.
"Some speak of Alexander, and some of Herakles, of Hector and Lysander, and great names such as these, but of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare, with a tow-row-row-row-row-row-row, to the British Grenadiers..." and yet more red-coated men appeared as if from nowhere, colours flying and drums pounding, continuing on their relentless march forwards against the Hero of Heroes.
So I'm inspired again, while reading the Type-Moon Wiki. The only thing that can break God Hand is a Rank B or higher attack...and Killing Field* just happens to be Rank B.
Now...does anyone know what Nine Lives is supposed to look like? It IS Herakles' main attack when not a Berserker.
*- I'm a bit dissatisfied with the name, but can't think of anything better...what do you guys think?
Now...does anyone know what Nine Lives is supposed to look like? It IS Herakles' main attack when not a Berserker.
*- I'm a bit dissatisfied with the name, but can't think of anything better...what do you guys think?
The Type Moon wiki has a (very) brief description of it. It mentions that the appearance changes to the need, but bow or stone sword sounds best to me. Also it sounds like Nine Lives really is the perfect anti-Servant weapon, even better than Gae Bolg.
As for the Unknown Soldier's Noble Phantasm, something like Killing Fields or War is Hell fits him. Unlike a great hero, the average soldier wouldn't be too dramatic and so their attributes would probably reflect this. Also Killing Fields is an apt description of what it is, much like Unlimited Blade Works.
Last, I don't get how Shirou created UBW without the incantation. Did I miss something in an earlier update?
As for the Unknown Soldier's Noble Phantasm, something like Killing Fields or War is Hell fits him. Unlike a great hero, the average soldier wouldn't be too dramatic and so their attributes would probably reflect this. Also Killing Fields is an apt description of what it is, much like Unlimited Blade Works.
Last, I don't get how Shirou created UBW without the incantation. Did I miss something in an earlier update?
http://z14.invisionfree.com/The_Fanfiction...post&p=11092793
Yeah, he popped UBW. Different chant, too.
Hmm...yeah, Nine Lives looks fucking lethal.
Well, seems people don't mind the name...maybe I'll change the title to 'War is Hell', making it "Killing Fields: War is Hell"?
Yeah, he popped UBW. Different chant, too.
Hmm...yeah, Nine Lives looks fucking lethal.
Well, seems people don't mind the name...maybe I'll change the title to 'War is Hell', making it "Killing Fields: War is Hell"?