While Masters fought to the death in their fated clashes…
Under the night sky, the battle of holy sword and magic spear peaked.
Near the ocean, Fionn's endless water streams gave him an edge. His moves, like a sea god, sent waves crashing at his foe. No matter how Artoria slashed with starlight, she couldn't cut the ocean.
Even the legendary King Arthur felt powerless against nature.
It was time…
After prolonged fighting, Fionn knew it was time to end it.
His lord, via Command Spell, confirmed the Einzbern Master was a decoy. He'd caught a big fish, gaining the upper hand, and would soon eliminate Saber's true Master, ordering Fionn to hold Artoria at all costs.
Fionn unleashed his full power, wielding his double-headed spear, multiplying streams to dozens, overwhelming the already-suppressed Artoria, who couldn't parry so many attacks.
She realized why Lancer chose the port.
Its seclusion was one thing, but his water affinity gave him a field advantage, like a magus in their workshop. Here, his strength was several times normal.
Too late—she was trapped.
With a wave, Fionn summoned more waves, forming a water dragon that forced Artoria back, seizing control.
"Irisviel, retreat!"
In dire straits, Artoria knew she couldn't continue. Further exhaustion meant death. She had to risk it all!
Gripping her holy sword, she countered waves with azure wind, shouting to Irisviel.
Her Noble Phantasm could break this, but its power endangered Irisviel if she stayed. Artoria had to cover her escape.
"But, Saber…"
Irisviel looked worried.
"Don't worry! I'll manage!"
"Alright, be careful, Saber."
Seeing Artoria's resolve and hearing her urgent shout, Irisviel knew staying was useless. With Command Spells in Kiritsugu's hands, she, a fake Master, couldn't aid Saber. Nodding, she turned to flee before the final clash.
"…"
Fionn watched coldly, not stopping her. He'd seen they weren't true Master-Servant, confirmed by his lord. Attacking her was pointless.
He was a hero, not a murderer, and without orders, he wouldn't kill needlessly.
"Thank you."
Grateful for Fionn's restraint, Artoria's eyes softened.
"No need. This is our fight, not for the innocent."
Fionn nodded, backed by the sea, summoning more waves, asking, "Ready for the final clash, King Arthur?"
"Yes, come, Lancer!"
Facing towering waves, Artoria inhaled, resolved to the outcome.
Fearless, she nodded, charging with her sword.
This was their last move, deciding victory and life!
Lowering their voices, the air grew heavier.
Sea breeze blew, tension mounting.
Confirming their resolve, they prepared—
"Noble Phantasm relea…"
Before the final chant, footsteps interrupted. A third figure emerged.
"Settling the score already? Seems I'm a bit late…"
Mist parted, revealing a lithe, unyielding figure in tight purple-black attire, a black veil over purple hair, red eyes gleaming with demonic allure. Her veiled face, though obscured, radiated beauty.
Stunning yet otherworldly, her shadowed visage hinted at unmatched allure.
"…You? The Lancer from today!"
Seeing Scáthach emerge, Artoria's eyes widened, calling out her identity.
"You again, Saber. I planned to challenge you myself, but someone beat me to it."
"My partner got caught up with magecraft, so we're late."
Ignoring the tense battlefield, Scáthach strolled out, greeting them casually, "Evening to you too. Long time no see, descendant of war god Nuada, Fionn McCool. Didn't expect you here."
"Sigh…"
Seeing the familiar beauty, Fionn's expression grew complex, raising a hand in greeting, "You too, Queen of the Land of Shadows. I didn't expect to meet you in this Grail War."
As a Celtic god's descendant, Fionn knew the famed queen.
But having his hidden true name called out after fighting Saber so long, he gave a wry smile.
Scáthach didn't care. She knew when she and Fionn appeared in the same war, hiding names was pointless.
Seeing two top Celtic heroes, her buried battle lust surged.
Flipping her hand, two crimson lights flashed, gripping a long and short crimson magic spear.
"Now… who's first? Or both at once?"
Spinning a spear flourish, her crimson eyes swept Fionn and Artoria, a vast mana surge erupting, startling them.
"Two Lancers?"
Seeing Scáthach's spinning spears, Artoria glanced at Fionn, her small eyes filled with big questions.
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