Omen

*CLANG* 

Both weapons clashed together as the spear was blocked by Reynold's lightsaber. Reynold counter attacked and soon, both of them having a struggle of dominance in the air. 

"You cannot fly." 

Stated Reynold as he saw that the man with the spear had to jump around to even attack him. 

*BOOOOMMM!*

Another powerful surge of magical energy rippled the sky apart as both golden lights and mountains of ice spike appeared in the middle of the city. 

"What the..." 

Eyes widened in horror as Reynold noticed that his mana started to dwindle quickly. 

"Theseus... You..." 

Voice full of concern sounded as Reynold just realized how dire this situation was, not to mention those attacks would be seen even from far away. He has broken the rule unknowingly, and he realized it way too late. "Dammit..." 

Lancer gritted his teeth as he jumped away from the man and looked at the sudden overwhelming amount of energy. They weren't supposed to use their Noble Phantasm in a broad daylight. 

Yumi gasped at what she was seeing. What was going to happen wouldn't be pretty.  

'Lancer, prepare yourself.'

**** 

"The energy of battle came right through here."

"Wait," Rodrick held tight on to his stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick." Having gigantic wolves that run fast is not a good mount. He wondered how his servant got used to it.

"Straighten up your spirits boy, this is where the real fun begins." he lets out a hearty laugh and proceeds to approach where the battlefield is.

Rodrick stopped on his tracks and observed  his surroundings. There were things here that weren't in the usual places that he always goes to. There were places that offered different kinds of foods, vibrant clothes were being shown off outside of different stores, and oh arcades, finally a place that doesn't have the  same game that he usually plays. 

Good thing he brought all his savings or else he would have been roaming around places with no food to eat or a place to stay.

"Rider, why don't we hold off this battle of yours for a moment?"

"HUH," Not again, rider said to himself irritated.

"I mean look around you, have you ever had this at your time?" just a little bit more

Kingkaid refused to fall for this boy's attempt to steer themselves away from the fight. The reason why it took them this long to get here is that his master would often take detours.

"No, I will not fall for your tricks ever again." he turned around and ignored the boy but Rodrick ran towards him.

He pointed out his finger and issued a challenge, "whoever gets the most stylish point in picking out clothes is deemed the strongest." maybe this could work, maybe this could finally allow Rider to blend himself well with other people.

Kingkaid hesitated and rubbed his silver patch of beard. He tapped his feet rapidly on to the stone floor and finally he gave in.

"Fine, but after this i need to get my warm-up."

Rodrick smiled and together, they went shopping instead of battling. 

**** 

"Do you feel that?" 

A young girl dressed in hanfu moved her gaze into a certain direction in the sky, she seemed to be the age of twenty. Her brown hair was in a ponytail, as her aqua eyes appeared to be in deep thought. 

"Indeed, contractor." 

A man's voice replied inside her head. The voice only replied shortly and didn't talk anymore after that. 

Sighing, Meng Xixi murmured quietly, "What kind of servant that doesn't tell their master their true name..." 

"Address me as thou wilt, contractor."  Replied the voice, and this time, he talked more than what he usually did,  "Thou shalt need courage to weather thy storm. For thy adversity were bigger than thou hast did imagine." 

"What do you mean?" puzzled at his words, Meng Xixi turned her head into her right direction, where there's only empty air in there. 

"..." 

Didn't want to continue the conversation, the voice became quiet, and silence permeated the area. 

Moving her sight into the direction where she felt the rippled of magical energy, the woman said, 

"Stronger than what I have imagined, mister?" 

"It is forsooth so." This time, the voice replied immediately, as if he had been waiting for the proper address that he should receive. 

"So be it." Her gaze firm, Meng Xixi walked away as she said in determination "Let the storm come, for there is only one conclusion." 

"I will be the winner of the Holy Grail." 

**** 

"It has begun."

The man in a clean suit said and imagined how it went on in his head. The glowing streaks of energy emanating and bursting in broad daylight. He took another sip through a crystal thin and pear-shaped emerald glass, letting the wine's sweet taste tickle his throat. In the glass, he stared at his own reflection and the blood-like wine.

"What shall we do, master?" his servant replied in a monotone voice, seemingly not interested.

"We?" he gazed at his servant with his sharp, green eyes. He raised his cup and placed it on top of a small ornate table, "What do you suggest we do?" He placed his injured hand, now wrapped in a bandage under his chin, and waited for a proper answer. 

Archer remained silent, curled his hands into a fist.

"Go on then, I would like to hear some of your words of wisdom." 

"I think we should-" The prince raised his hand and gestured to the archer to  stop talking.

"As a matter of fact let those little rats eat themselves up, I on the other hand will stay here and wait for the perfect opportunity."

"Now, would you kindly scout the area as i use this free time to come up with plans that I think will destroy their will, especially the person who stole my advantage in this war."  He stood up from an antique chair and turned his eyes towards the window.

"Understood." In a blink of an eye Archer disappeared.