Fuyuki City.
Diarmuid cursed under his breath as he dodged another attack from Berserker. The mad servant was using whatever was available as a weapon in their fight. Whatever his ability was, it allowed anything the black knight used as a weapon strong enough to hurt him. Right now, the mad servant was using the construction saw and Diarmuid would admit that the modern tool, covered in black and red in the hands of a deranged warrior was slightly terrifying.
This construction site was a trap but something was telling Lancer he wasn't the one meant to fall for it. As he raised Gáe Dearg to block and changed the direction of Berserker's attack, he made a quick jump to the side.
"This trap was meant for someone else right? If you wanted to fight, you could have made your presence known and yet you made a trap." Diarmuid said before dodging Berserker's attack. The black knight jumped at him, with a saw and hammer in his hands. Trying to go past his defences with brute force. Lancer used the shorter Gáe Buidhe and knocked the hammer out of his hands. He then pointed the golden spear inches away from the throat of Berserker. However, his opponent moved to the side quicker than Lancer could strike. "You were expecting someone else tonight right? Was it, Caster?"
"AGH." was his only answer as Berserker used the saw and went for Lancer's head. The Knight of Fianna raised both of his spears to block the direct attack. Sparks flew around them as a modern tool was stopped by ancient spears.
"At the very least try to sound interested in our conversation," Diarmuid smirked before kicking Berserker and forcing him back. "I would like to know which knight am I fighting. At the very least your order."
Berserker said nothing as he charged at him, picking up a pipe that was sticking out of the ground, and making it his weapon as well. Diarmuid had to go into defence as the black knight started to use the pipe like a sword and tried to knock out his spears and kill him with the saw. Lancer took a few steps back before deciding to change their arena of fighting.
It pointed Gáe Dearg at the ground under them and with enough force tossed it. Berserker immediately jumped back but the spear was aimed at him. Gáe Dearg made a giant hole in the poorly made floor and Berserker didn't have enough time to react. Lancer smirked when his opponent fell into the hole before jumping after him. Now, the two servants were a floor lower. Quickly picking up his red spear, Diarmuid rushed forward at Berserker, red spear pointed at him.
The unknown knight quickly managed to react and block the upcoming attack. Berserker grabbed the spear, avoiding its head. Diarmuid's eyes went wide as he used Gáe Buidhe and went for the head. However, Berserker grabbed Lancer's hand and moved it away before moving forward. Both Servant's hands were busy, therefore Berserker decided to use his head. Moving closer to Lancer, the black knight started to bang his helmet against Lancer's head. Diarmuid was caught off guard but quickly answered back. He used his free leg and kicked Berserker back.
The mad servant was about to charge again but stopped when he felt something. He raised his left hand and saw that black smoke around it disappeared and the noticeable wound was seen on his palm. It would appear that he accidentally touched the tip of Gáe Dearg. Seeing this Lancer couldn't help but let out a short laugh.
"Would you look at this? I got you even if it was just a tip," he smirked when Berserker clenched his wounded hand as it became covered by smoke again."Come on, no reaction. Not going to say a word? At least Saber was a talkative type compared to you."
This got a reaction from Berserker as he raised his head once he heard the title of another servant. Diarmuid noticed it and stood in a fighting stance.
"So, you are interested in Saber? Sorry friend but get in line. Saber and I have a duel to finish and I don't want anyone to fight her yet." However, Berserker didn't listen to him. Unknown to Lancer, the wild servant was having his thoughts about the servant of the sword.
"Arrr!" he roared before jumping at the side behind one of the walls. Lancer was about to go after him but was forced to fall back as dozens of black and red pipes were launched at him, crushing the wall and revealing Berserker that was picking them up from the ground and throwing them at him. Diarmuid had no problem blocking and dodging them. For some reason, many pipes missed him. Before the knight of Fianna could ponder what his opponent's strategy was, Berserker launched at him, pipes in his hands.
Lancer easily avoided a direct hit but Berserker's constant barrage of attacks was forcing him to move back. Every time he would try to knock one of the pipes with Gáe Buidhe, Berserker would just grab another pipe that he launched time prior. Diarmuid had to admit that even if Berserker appeared as a wild servant, his fighting skill would make knights of Fianna impressed.
Lancer tried to block another attack but Berserker was faster and managed to land a hit on him. Diarmuid could taste blood in his mouth as Berserker's last strike hit him across the face. At least metal pipe wasn't a sword otherwise Lancer might have died from it. Quickly counter-attacking back, he used a moment while black knight's right side was opened and went for the stab. His cursed spear made contact with Berserker's armour and penetrated.
It was a shame he couldn't deceive Berserker and force him to lower his guard as he did with Saber in port. His Gáe Buidhe was a cursed spear that would leave wounds that cannot be healed but it wasn't Gáe Dearg. A golden spear could cut the connection to mana like a red one could. Diarmuid had to do it the old fashioned way and hope Berserker's armour wasn't too strong. Lancer thought that luck was finally on his side when the black knight stopped his attack and retreated.
Berserker jumped back and placed a hand on his wound, his helmet didn't move away from Lancer. The charming knight himself wanted to know if the wild servant would react in a similar way to Saber and take precautions. If Berserker would leave right now, Diarmuid wouldn't follow him, the cornered animal was most dangerous and Lancer did have an ally at this war that could help with the wild servant.
"If I were you I would retreat, Berserker. This wound won't heal. Saber would prove that." Once again Berserker showed reaction as he clenched his fists and stared at Lancer, waiting for him to continue. "I told you already I have an unfinished duel with her. As a knight, you should understand that."
"Arr-." Berserker's entire body started to violently shake. Lancer sighed before preparing for the upcoming attack. It wasn't hard to read Berserker's intentions like this. In one second, the wild servant launched forward, abandoning his previous weapon and going at Lancer with an armoured fist. He wasn't silent and let out a terrifying roar.
"ARRRRTHUUR!"
When the black knight was a few inches away from him, Diarmuid moved to the side, his spear aimed at Berserker's defenceless torso. However, in one movement, the wild servant made a 180-degree turn. Lancer's eyes went wide when instead of dodging or trying to avoid the attack, Berserker allowed the golden spear to penetrate his hand. The tip of Gáe Buidhe went through his palm but Berserker didn't make any noise. He didn't flinch from the pain at all, instead, his pierced hand grabbed the golden spear. Before Diarmuid could do anything, the black knight kicked him in the chest with enough force to send him flying in the nearest wall.
Lancer wasted not a moment as he stood up in a defensive position but this time only with one spear. Just like any object Berserker touched, Gáe Buidhe changed its colour from familiar gold to ugly black with red lines. Diarmuid bit his lip. He didn't know if his spear would turn normal once it was out of the black knight's hands. It was bad. Now Berserker was in possession of his cursed Gáe Buidhe. Who knew what a mad servant like him could do with it. Diarmuid didn't make any move, Berserker with his spear was an unpredictable opponent. Any move the hero from Ireland makes right now might be fatal.
Berserker examined his newly acquired weapon carefully. Did Gáe Buidhe preserve its primary function? A test in combat would tell. Diarmuid expected him to attack but what he didn't expect was what Berserker did next.
"...Arthur." Unlike before, this time Berserker didn't roar or scream. Instead, his voice was empty of any anger or madness. Diarmuid could swear he sensed something akin to shame in the black knight's voice.
However, before Lancer could do anything Berserker took the golden spear in both hands. Diarmuid's eyes went wide but before he could even let out a scream, the black knight snapped his cursed spear in two.
"What have you done, Berserker?" Diarmuid glared at the servant before him but later showed no reaction. Instead, he stood calmly, waiting for Lancer to do anything. Unknown to the Irish knight, the Knight of the Lake was feeling something he didn't feel for a long time. Something warm, something familiar.
Seeing that he would get no reaction, Diarmuid decided to move first but soon he heard a familiar voice in his head.
"That's enough, Lancer! You already lost one of your noble phantasms! Return immediately!"
Diarmuid froze. Running right now? After Berserker destroyed Gáe Buidhe?
"But my lord! Our fight isn't over!"
"Don't you dare talk back to me, servant! Obey my order right now or I will have no choice but to waste another command seal on you!"
Knight of Fianna clenched his fist as he glared at Berserker who continued to stay menacingly there. Gáe Dearg pointed at the wild servant, Lancer spoke. "Enjoy your victory, Berserker. If not I then someone else will slay you in this war."
Lancer changed into spirit form and left Berserker alone. However, instead of following his example and leaving the place of battle, Berserker made his way to the nearest window and looked at Fuyuki.
The one who Berserker is after was somewhere here. Despite mad enhancement, Berserker still had the ability to think even if it is limited. In the depth of his twisted mind, the Knight of the Lake wondered if tonight his action helped his King. Berserker didn't have a problem killing all servants if it meant none of them would harm his king. Only he could fight and slay his King. Or in turn… be slain by her.
"...Arthur."