Chapter 31: Driving Through A Roadkill Wonderland
6:00 PM
Outskirts of Bucharest, Romania
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_HoMkkRHv8 (The Distance ~ Cake)
A loud truck, blaring music, races down the road, as its massive engines roar. Inside, the massive truck is almost roaring lyrics inside, as a new song turns on. Mordred's happily listening to the lyrics of the newest song, enjoying herself for the first time that she's ever faced the battlefield.
Behind her, Olga smiles, happily writing in Sapphire's book, about the road trip they're on. Dear Sapphire! We're hunting for an Evil Assassin! It's just like the stories daddy read to me when I was younger! We're gonna be famous for beating an evil assassin!
Of course we will be, Mistress! You're with me, and Mash, and Fou, as well as Miss Saber and Lady Amaterasu!
Fou barks, as he pulls himself out from his hiding place in the truck, far out of range to be returned to the Wolfen, then plops himself into Olga's lap. The look on his face is insisting he should being pet right now.
Fou!
Fou?! What are you doing on board?! Mash snaps fully awake, from the half relaxed state she was in, to stare at Fou. Fou just barks back, with a smug look on his face. Foukuku!
You know I don't understand you normally, Fou! Mash pouts, and folds her arms while staring at Fou. At least be nice, please?
Fou nods, with a smug look on his face as Olga gives him a petting rather than write in Sapphire.
Up front, Mordred's grinning in the driver's seat, her hands clenched around the wheel as she adjusts the truck. We're heading deeper into the city, be ready for Servants back there, will you? And Fou? I wouldn't have minded if you came on without sneaking on. Just bark so I know you're on if we ever do this again, will you?! Mordred shouts back into the truck, as she adjusts things, much to the amusement of Fou.
Fou!
I suspect that's Fou saying 'Yes!', Mordred! Mash shouts, resulting in Mordred laughing.
Amaterasu, on the other hand, is vigilant, watching carefully for dangers on the road, or other Servants. They're now in the outskirts of Bucharest, where Assassin of Black is located, and according to Erik's briefing, there's no exact clues where Assassin of Black is at, specifically.
I can feel enemy Servants SOMEWHERE around here, Mordred. I'm just not sure exactly where. Amaterasu speaks up, while watching carefully. Any luck on your end?
Not yet! But with how insanely fast and durable this thing is...! Mordred grins, swerving around another car that's going too slow for her taste, illusions on the truck they're in courtesy of Amaterasu ensuring the other vehicle can't recognize them so they can't be pulled over for tickets, or other mundane issues.
As the song goes into its chorus, Mordred laughs, then continues. With how insanely fast and durable this thing is, I'm not too worried. Didn't Erik say something about it being plated with tank grade armor?
Mistress, please alert Saber that I can read multiple signatures to the Northeast! It appears there's several Servants in that area!
Mordred laughs. I heard you clearly, Sapphire. Call me Mordred, will you? With those words, Mordred turns, as the chorus of the song restarts.
In moments, they stare at a pink haired Servant, stretching while standing off the road, his master astride a Hippogryph. In the distance, they can faintly hear, over the truck's massive and loud engine, the Servant's Master screaming at them. No good, useless Servant! GO GET ME WATER! It's entirely TOO DAMNED HOT TO RIDE ON YOUR HIPPOGRYPH FOR THIS!
Oh, hell yes! Mordred grins, and guns it at the Hippogryph, and the Master on top of it.
Oh, hey! It's Astolfo! Mash's eyes widen, in recognition of the friendly rider who was summoned in Chaldea.
HOOOOOOOONK
Mordred smirks, then honks the massive horn on the truck. Astolfo's eyes widen, as he jumps away from the road, but his Hippogryph has no such protections as the massive truck runs into, then through the hippogryph, and his master, in one single moment.
"Sorry, Astolfo-san! Better luck next Grail War!" Mordred laughs, as she drives off.
"What do you mean by tha... HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" Astolfo screams at the truck, as it continues moving off, sheer confusion in the cross dressing boy's eyes.
"You don't remember Chaldea? Whoops! Sorry!" Mash's voice is the last thing he hears from them, before he just sits, looking at what remains of his Master, and Hippogryph, then looks down again.
Well. She was a bit demented, anyways. Oh well, better luck next time, like they said. Still... how did they know me? Chaldea, huh...?
With those words, Astolfo fades away.
Miss Mordred?! Mordred glances back, at Olga. Yeah, Olga? And call me Mister Mordred.
Okay! But... why did we run over that one? That didn't seem nice...
For a moment, Mordred slows down the truck, as she glances back using the rear view mirror. That was one of the enemy masters, Olga. She... I vaguely remembered an alternate version of her, and she was one creepy lady who would have made you hurt Mash, and enjoyed it as you suffered through hurting your Servant.
Olga goes still, blinking, and tilting her head. So... she was a bad lady?
Mordred nods. Felt about as bad as my mother was, and considering what sort of an evil bitch Morgana could be... well. Not all people you'll meet are nice, and not all of them are willing to keep you safe, or help you. Remember that, okay Olga? A lot of the Masters of Black are either unpleasant, or on a bad team, even if they don't want to accept it. I don't remember much more than that, but... Mordred trails off, then adjusts the truck, heading further into the city. But there are some good people in it, too. We have to take their case one at a time. Anyone could be bad or good, you need to work to find which ones are good ones, to be friends with them. Always be strong enough to protect yourself, and those that work for you, though. That's what it means to be a leader.
Olga blinks, then smiles. Wow! You sure know a lot! Thank you, Mister Mordred!
Mordred nods, then smiles back at her. Better! I was raised male, and to be a knight, plus I have a bad relationship with women as a whole, normally. Better to just be male and not fret about it. So if you don't want to call me Mister, just call me Mordred, okay you little scamp?
Olga nods, and smiles, her previous worries forgotten. Okay!
With those words, the massive truck drives on.
The Wolfen,
Nuclear Reactor 3
Erik sighs, as he studies things. So. What exactly is the fault, Scylla?
Well, boss, we're not exactly sure. We're just reading failures for several nuclear rods to stay in place.
The same nuclear rods that we just made last year. That we swapped, once we got to this planet. The ones with no issues, whatsoever? Those rods?
Yeah, boss. Mysterious Heroine XX is still gearing up with the anti-radiation suit for this stuff, too. She'll be in any minute.
Thanks, Scylla. Now to remove one of the rods, and see what's going on with this.
Sorry, Sensei! I was held up by my Master asking me to go scout! I'm doing this first, with you before I head off to scout, okay?
Erik turns, glancing as a harried MHXX comes in. So he can see her eyes blink in surprise.
Oh? A Mark 1 reactor? She pauses, studying over things while smiling widely. Wow, I remember you telling us about these! They're better for taking lumps than most other equipment you've designed... but the Mark 2 versions handled issues with gravity, while producing power, a lot better than the Mark 1 reactors ever did.
Erik studies her, thinking, then sighs. What did I do wrong, then? I haven't had time to settle down and work on fixing up things for the designs yet, and since I had to cobble them from scratch, I KNOW they could be better.
Honestly? You always made the nuclear rod containers sideways, with triple the springs for handling shocks to a ship, in later versions. I've got the Auto-CAD drawings mostly done, but I haven't quite had enough time to finish them before I leave for scouting. MHXX thinks, then moves close. Oh? Going to pull out the nuclear rods?
Yeah. There's too much jiggle in them, even though there's no tremors or anything reported for this, and I'm thinking it might be misalignment is causing the rods to not be working right...
With those words, Erik pulls up the rods, then pauses, trying to not twitch.
As the rods move upwards, it's obvious that they aren't in good shape. Rather than being pristine, as they were when they went in, massive cracks cover most of them, leaving them less a rod and more powdered uranium rocks being held together to shape a rod while in the tube.
Well. I think I see why my future self redesigned the reactors, then. Damn it. How the hell is this happening, though?! What, did Gaia decide to fuck me over? Erik snarls, as he moves to inspect the rods.
At his last words, another rod cracks. Erik pauses, at that, then looks at MHXX, who's staring in shock. Then he turns back to the rods.
Gaia damn it?
CRACK
Another crack forms in a rod, as Erik stares.
So... if I insult Gaia, Gaia retaliates and tries to break my shit. The fuck?!
MHXX shrugs, studying things. Looks like something's gone pretty wrong with most of this, Sensei. I'm not sure this looks like Uranium anymore, it looks like the spots where it's cracked has become depleted.
These... were BRAND FUCKING NEW! BRAND NEW! What the everloving fuck?! Erik shakes his fist in rage. Damn you, Gaia! To Erik's lack of surprise, another rod grows a huge crack in it.
Well, Sensei, it looks like you need to replace them. Maybe cut them up, remove the depleted uranium, and fix the uranium rods with replacements? MHXX puts one hand on Erik's shoulder, while looking at the reactor.
We don't have the spare Uranium to do that. I put the last of it in Amaterasu's Valkyrie, to power its small engine. Erik growls under his breath.
Crud. I'll get you what I designed for the stuff so far, okay? Might help you with ideas, but then I need to get out. Still... with how much you'll need for the reactors I'm used to you building... I don't think you have enough Uranium for the 8 rod version, instead of this 6 rod version you're using now. MHXX looks at Erik, then folds her arms, thinking.
Erik drums his fingers, then sighs. No. I do have a source of Uranium left. I just don't want to use it.
Sensei? What's... that source? MHXX looks up, studying Erik.
I have two nuclear weapons on board the ship. Erik turns, studying MHXX, and watches the color slowly drain out of her face.
Oh. That's... why do you have them?!
Erik shrugs, softly. Mostly in case the Titans or the Gods chased me to Mars. I didn't trust my Pantheon to make me the scapegoat, and when the others did, I washed my hands on most of my version of the Earth outright, that day, then moved to leave when I could. Most of my arsenal had to be sacrificed to ensure the Aerial Battleship fleet was sufficiently powered, but they all were lost to the Titans when they became that Abomination... Erik pauses, at that, then sighs.
Leaving you with less weapons and equipment than you planned for, Sensei? Erik nods, at MHXX's words.
Yeah, pretty much. So out of 78 nuclear weapons in my original stockpile, before that clusterfuck happened, I have two left. And with this, I have only one left in case things go to hell and the Heart of Winter tries to absorb the Greater Grail, like Zelretch warned me it would if Caster of Black had activated his Noble Phantasm with the damned thing in it.
MHXX winces, then nods silently. I get it. Well, are there any other projects you could use with some of that?
Erik pauses, thinking, then rubs his helmet's chin. Well, actually... would you happen to know if my Radiant Wave Surger technology would work well for shielding, for fighters, or something similar?
MHXX smiles. Yes, it really does, as a matter of fact. Your future development on the technology leads to shields out of most Sci Fi series, once you can get particle projection working, rather than using nuclear pulses to fake it.
Erik chuckles at that. Well, that's good to hear. See, Mordred's become a major fan of Star Wars, and I still have a prototype attempt at building the Millennium Falcon...
MHXX's eyes go wide in surprise, before she smiles with glee. And you've just gotten the perfect power source for it?
Erik nods. Exactly. If you can look over the designs, and spot any issues with the equipment, I'd be grateful.
Enough to give me some of your blood for a vial or two? MHXX muses, as she studies her Sensei.
At that question, Erik pauses. For in case you choose blood adoption later?
To that, MHXX nods. Exactly. There's reasons, but they're classified, and I swore a Geas oath to not talk about them except with your future self.
Erik nods, then sighs. Any clue how Gaia's doing this?
MHXX nods. You likely used Earth Shaping to make the rods in the relatively proper order, right?
Yeah. Too much material otherwise, with how much I had to deal with. Erik turns, studying her.
Another nod from MHXX. That would count it as being modified by a spell enough for Gaia to influence it.
Well. Shit. Erik sighs, rubbing his forehead. Explains a bit, that. So every time I insult it, it cracks my stuff to ensure I'm stuck in one spot?
MHXX wiggles her hand, back and forth. More it wants you gone, and to the Other Side of the World, to be sealed with the rest of humanity's Gods, there, for what little is left.
Got it. Erik sighs, before continuing. Go ahead and get that scouting done, okay? I've likely held you up too long, as it is.
MHXX nods, departing, with a quiet Good luck, Sensei!.
After that, Erik glances at a speaker on the wall. Scylla? Look over the Auto-CAD files on her tablet, and have the Legion of Coal disassemble one of the nukes, to replace the nuclear rods that we've lost. Have them check all nuclear rods, as well.
No problem, boss!
Bucharest, Romania
6:21 PM
Are you sure about your spells holding, Master? You said those Homunculi you brought would ensure no one could notice us being out here, but if I let loose with my Noble Phantasm, it may lead to issues. Siegfried calmly states, walking near his Master.
Come now. We have to deal with this, for the glory of Yggdmillenia. A possibly traitorous Servant should be dealt with as soon as possible, not leave it for nightfall. Anyways, we... Gordes pauses, his eyes narrowing as he realizes the area is starting to become foggy, irregardless of the fact that the sun is lighting up everything well enough that it should be impossible for fog to exist within the city.
Well, Saber, it looks like we're on the right track. This fog definitely isn't natural. Gordes looks around, carefully.
Be careful, Master. Something feels odd about this fog. Gordes nods at his Servant's words, and continues forwards, deeper into the ever-thickening fog that surrounds them.
I know that well enough, Saber. It feels like several Servants are close by, though I can't describe WHERE exactly they are... Gordes wipes the sweat off his face, looking carefully around. Blasted Fog, how are we supposed to see where we're going in this?
Oh? But Mommy told me to ensure no one could see in the fog until they died! A young girl's voice replies to them, leaving Gordes frozen up, one foot in the air, before he slowly sets the foot down.
Saber? Where is she? He carefully whispers, while looking left and right, even up and down. This fog is so thick...
I cannot tell, Master. I can only assume she's somewhere near, but she's throwing her voice too well for me to make her location out properly. His Servant replies, leaving him sweating harder.
Oh? You're curious as to where I'm at, hmm? Well, sorry, but Mommy told me to leave no survivors, and to ensure anyone that sees me, dies. The young voice speaks up, once more.
Gordes shivers, then pulls himself up. You're Assassin of Black, are you not? You should be loyal to Yggdmillenia! Who is this 'Mommy' you speak of, and why aren't you reporting to our agent?
A long, drawn out pause follows, as Gordes desperately looks around himself, trusting in Siegfried to protect him from whatever the Assasin of Black may do to him.
You didn't realize, then? The young girl's voice reaches him once more. He tried to sacrifice Mommy, to summon me. I gave her his Command Spells after killing him for the crime.
Gordes goes pale, at her words. Then... you're not allied with us? You're truly...
Not working for you? That's right! Now to deal with you like Mommy wants... Her voice fades into the fog, as it thickens to the point where the sun can no longer be seen at all.
Oh? Interesting! Gordes freezes, hearing a man's voice.
Master, that's the Master of Assassin of Red! Siegfried's voice reaches his ears, Siegfried now sounding desperate. I'll try to not let him get to you, but if he gets close, he likely has poisons on his weapons! If you touch them, you're done for! Please, let me try to escort you to safety! If what happened on that road was any indication, his Servant's poisons are lethal!
Aww, no, that's not going to happen, Mommy said that everyone that sees me has to die! The young girl sounds gleeful, now.
Oh? So eager to escort your Master away from this, Saber of Black? Won't you surrender, instead? Just because your Master looks a bit like a fat man, doesn't mean he isn't able to be saved. Or perhaps a pig? His name IS Gordes, isn't it? The voice of Shirou Kotomine reaches their ears, followed by Assassin of Black giggling, You're right! He's like an overweight pig, isn't he? It's a pity he isn't female, too...
Come now, Assassin of Black. Do you care to work together for us to deal with Saber of Black and his Master, before we may have to fight? Shirou Kotomine's voice reaches them once more, much to Gordes' increasing horror.
Oh God in Heaven, please have mercy upon my soul and grant me deliverance from this mess... Gordes whispers, as he slowly backs up, before he shakes his head. Saber! Use your Noble Phantasm to burn away some of the Fog, then we'll make a run for it!
Siegfried blinks, then nods, adjusting his sword, but before he can swing...
HOOOOOOOONK
A huge honking noise reaches their ears, as something massive lands nearby.
Hi there! Saber of Red, here, along with Shielder of Red, and... what was your class again? Mordred shouts, before lowering her voice to ask Amaterasu in a reasonable tone of voice what her class is.
Alter Ego, Saber. Alter Ego. Is that so hard to remember? Amaterasu replies in a dry tone.
Ahh, right, that was it! Thanks! And with me here is also the Alter Ego of Red! We're here with a giant killer truck of doom to kill all you poor bastards and bitches!
Gordes pauses, staring at where the sound came from, as he flinches. Saber? I think we may be in trouble. Here's hoping Celenike can arrive with Rider and save us...
Oh, you're Saber's Master?! Sorry, we already ran her over. It killed her as well as that annoying Hippogryph that her Servant dismounted. It's a pity we didn't get him, too, but he got off just in order to stretch, then couldn't stop us in time! Mordred's voice reaches through the fog to him, causing him to twitch.
Oh? Mommy's going to have MORE victims from me! Yay! Time to see how well you can take this, then! Maria the-
HOOOOOOOONK
Her words are interrupted, as Mordred slams her foot on the gas pedal, and rushes the truck forwards. Turn on that last song, Alter Ego!
Amaterasu twitches, before smacking the button to turn it on.
That wasn't nice of you to smack me with your Truck thing! Still... wait. Mommy? You want them to see me? Okay, if that's what Mommy wants!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRVMUOYTc3Y (Jesus Built My Hotrod ~ Ministry)
As the fog fades, they can hear words coming from the slowly visible form of a massive truck.
Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil
Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
As the lyrics erupt from the truck, visibility increases, letting them see the forms of several Servants within the massive behemoth of a vehicle, right before it launches forwards. Shielder, shield on the left! Mordred shouts, as she turns the massive vehicle, aiming towards Siegfried, who desperately rushes towards his Master, to pull him out of the line of fire, RIGHT as the song's beat starts up.
Desperately, Siegfried pulls his Master out of the line of fire, as a massive shield slams down from the left rear window of the truck's cab, causing it to drift closer towards them, then spin in a massive circle around the battlefield.
Desperately, he throws himself and Gordes forwards, trying to rush as far away from the curving truck, as it starts to chase him.
Gordes stares at the massive shield passing by, throwing sparks off the pavement and leaving a huge rut in the road, barely missing him by a hair, before the massive truck roars off towards one of the others. We need to get UP HIGHER, NOW Saber!
Shirou stares at the incoming truck, then laughs. Interesting! Let's see if you can defeat me so easily! I may not have my Servant with me, but I'm not defenseless! With those words, he unsheathes his Katana, preparing it in an attempt to cut the truck.
Mordred's eyes narrow, as the grin on her face widens to both the music and the fighting, as she adjusts herself, sliding so they start turning, to go after Assassin of Black, instead.
As Amaterasu looks out her passenger window, while they pass Shirou, she adjusts the Laser Rifle in her hands, takes aim, and fires at Shirou.
Shirou narrows his eyes at Amaterasu, as he adjusts his Katana to counter the laser. It glides off the sword, shattering along the entire surface as his sword holds against the man-portable laser, but leaving him blinded, as a result.
Now, Shielder, harder! Mordred shouts, and Mash does not fail, as she pushes the shield down hard enough that the entire truck pivots along the shield, turning the truck into a super fast turn.
Shirou can only blink as the laser light disappears, right before the back half of the truck slams into him, the momentum from the sudden turn, leaving all the weight as one massive hammer, sending him flying through a cement wall.
That's the stuff! Shield up, now! With those words, Mordred drives off after Assassin of Black, Jack the Ripper.
Oh? You're going after me now? Well, Mommy doesn't mind one bit! Jack the Ripper grins, pulling her daggers out fully. And now, you can't run, can you!
Mordred grins, flooring the truck's gas pedal to the floor, as Jack the Ripper starts running towards the truck. Time to die, little brat!
No, it's time for you to die, so Mommy will be proud of me! With those words, she flings several knives towards the truck window. Knives that bounce off to no effect, whatsoever.
That won't work?! Well, then. Let's see if this will! Jack's grin grows deeper, as she stares at the oncoming truck.
MARIA!
Mordred grins, and flicks the switch on the wheel, turning the rocket boosters on.
THE!
For a moment, Jack the Ripper's eyes glow, as she starts dashing forwards. To her eyes, the truck seems almost motionless. To her, it's easy prey. She doesn't notice, can't notice, the things changing behind her prey. Not until the two boosters that slid out of the side of the truck's back trailer fire up, sending it rocketing forwards at her.
RIPPER!
Jack has no choice to back off now. But, rather than back up, she pushes forwards faster. It's the only thing that saves her.
BALMUNG!
A blast of energy, almost like light, slams right behind Jack, barely missing her as she pushes herself forwards, trying to plow through the Truck's windshield.
CRUNCH
Ow... hey, you hurt me! That wasn't nice to hit me with this! Eh? There's more than one girl in there? That means it'll work, once I get in!
Mordred adjusts the truck, grinning menacingly at Assassin of Black, stuck with one hand and knife through the windshield, and plastered on the front hood of the truck.
Oi! Alter Ego! Use the levers for the giant saw blades, will you! As Mordred shouts, she adjusts the truck, aiming for much harder, heavier things to plow into.
Oh, that's genius, Saber! I wholeheartedly agree that she deserves it for trying to kill me! Amaterasu smirks, as she flicks the levers for the overhead ones, and promptly starts trying to cut Jack the Ripper up from above, saw blades carving at her, swinging at her constantly.
SABER! EVADE! To Mordred's credit, Mash's shout doesn't startle her, but instead shifts her, forcing her to frantically dodge in the truck as swords are flung at the truck from a rather angry Shirou Kotomine.
I do believe you're leaving with someone who isn't yours, Saber of Red! You'll have to excuse me for stopping your attempt at taking her away and killing her! Shirou shouts, as he throws dozens of Black Keys, attempting to use them to pin the truck's shadow down in order to stop the truck.
Left side, Shielder! Mash desperately shoves her shield down on the left side, turning the truck, but forcing it up so it's only on two wheels for the one moment needed to keep swords from popping the left side's tires, or stopping the truck from moving. Even still, the swords take out chunks of the back of the truck, leaving a surprised Legion of Coal unit staring out the back, before it adjusts itself to not be visible, or a target.
Jack the Ripper grins, as she dodges the giant saw blades, working on either getting her hand out, or fully into the truck through the windshield so she can attack.
Oh no you don't, Assassin!
Crackle, Hiss
Oh, is that a sword of lightning?! I think Mommy's going to love it when I give it to... ARGH!
Mordred grins, having rammed the sword blade down Jack the Ripper's arm, straight through the palm. You want it so much, enjoy the consequences of wanting it!
You're mean! I'm going to enjoy letting Mommy help me kill you! Still, time for you to... eh? Why can't I pull my arm out?! Jack the Ripper stares, looking at her arm with wide eyed confusion, as Mordred alters the course of the Truck. Did you cut the muscles and tendons in my arm?! Mommy's going to have to work overtime to heal that!
Amaterasu simply smirks, reaches forwards, then grabs Jack the Ripper's now useless right arm, before grabbing the knife it had dropped, and running it through the side of the arm, pinning her arm inside the Truck Cab.
Hey! That's not nice at all! Jack the Ripper glares, then screams as a saw blade tries to carve its way into her spine. No fair holding me still with one of my knives! Tch! Let's see if you can't handle me deepening the fog then!
With those words, the lightening fog deepens, leaving the streets nearly impossible to see anything on. Mordred, however, does not care one bit.
Saber! Something's coming from the right!
BALMUNG!
I'm getting REALLY SICK AND TIRED OF HIM PULLING THAT SHIT! With those words, Mordred glances to the right, then to the left, then cuts the rocket boosters, and pulls a turn, aiming for a new direction. As she does, the Legion of Coal units in the back of the truck refuels the rockets, preparing them for the next use.
Is this really our evil assassin we have to face down, Saber?! Olga shouts, from the back seat, her eyes wide as she stares at the Assassin stuck with one arm useless on the hood of the truck.
Yup! And now, for us to deal with her in style! Mordred smirks, pulling the trigger on the rocket booster once more, sending them flying back into their seats as they aim for any building in front of them this time.
Ka-CRUNCH
KA-CRUNCHITY-CRUNCH
WHAM
CRUNCH
WHAM
Ready to surrender yet, Assassin of Black! Mordred shouts, as she pushes the truck to its limits, plowing through buildings like a hot knife through butter.
Jack the Ripper glares, her back bleeding and covered in concrete chunks embedded in her back. My true name is Jack the Ripper, and I will kill you for this. No Woman escapes my grasp!
It's a pity that you haven't accounted for me, hmm? With those words, Shirou Kotomine grabs Jack the Ripper, and rip her off the car, pulling the knife through Jack the Ripper's right arm, backwards, leaving it useless and pulped.
Oh, you're just ASKING FOR A BEATING, AREN'T YOU?! With those words, Mordred cuts the power to the boosts, then grins. Shielder, hard press, so we turn around!
Roger! Adjusting our course now! With those words, Mash slams her shield down, and leverages it as well as she can, desperately twisting the truck as well as she can to turn them around.
It doesn't quite work, leaving the truck turned at a 270 degree turn, instead of a 360 degree turn. However, they soon get on a road that goes on a hill in the city, letting them get over the fog.
There they are! Alter Ego? Can you snipe it with that laser rifle? To those words, Amaterasu smirks.
Oh, can I? Of course I can! Amaterasu's already in motion, taking aim and shooting. It injures, but doesn't fatally wound Shirou Kotomine, who's still holding a struggling Jack the Ripper close to himself.
Seriously?! You You don't know when to quit, do you? With those words, Shirou uses one arm to fling more Black Keys towards the truck.
Oi! How many Legion of Coal units do we have back there? Mordred shouts, as she forces the truck to dodge. Any able to shoot either of them?!
Not a problem, we've got some artillery back here. With those words, Amaterasu smirks. She can see a wall in the trailer opening up, followed by a bazooka poking out, aiming towards Shirou and Jack the Ripper both.
Amaterasu's vulpine grin widens, as a barrage of bazooka rounds shoots out towards them, detonating in their faces.
Shirou glares, as the explosion fades, showing singed papers falling, as well as his clothes covered in soot, Jack the Ripper nowhere to be seen.
Then, Jack appears behind him, grinning with one knife in the good arm. You'll do in a pinch, for Mommy!
It is a pity you've already failed, isn't it?
For a moment, Jack's eyes flicker in confusion, as she tries to stab, only to find nothing works. She can't move, she can't attack.
Why?! WHY CAN'T I MOVE?! ASSASSINS ARE GOOD AGAINST MASTERS, AREN'T THEY?!
Shirou smiles, widely, as he looks down at the confused Assassin of Black, before moving to kneel in front of her. I'd like to help you and your Mommy win, which is why I'm trying to not hurt you, little one.
What...? You really mean you want to help Mommy win? I'll let Mommy know, but you'll have to save me from these other people first!
Now, Saber! Use your Noble Phantasm! Gordes screams, as he glares at Shirou Kotomine and Jack the Ripper together. He might not know who they are, but considering one is the Assassin of Red's Master, and Siegfried failed to stop him before, he knows that them together like that is bad news.
BALMUNG! This time, it's not like a long beam of light coming out of the sword. It's more like a wave of force, strong enough to shatter the building Jack the Ripper and Shirou are on, from a single stroke.
Like a beam of light, that vaporizes reality wherever it aims, it carves at them, sending them flying.
Shirou glares, desperately trying to push himself into a position where he can fall safely, before blinking at Jack giggling underneath him, and kicking him up higher, in such a way that he'll land on a rooftop instead of becoming a human pancake on the streets below. But, it sends her straight towards the streets below.
HOOOOOOOONK
Oh, not again... Mommy, SAVE ME! Jack the Ripper shouts, right before the truck introduces her face to the bumper.
Oh, HELL YES! TIME TO DEAL WITH YOU! Mordred shouts, as she pushes the truck to the limit, and hits the boosts again.
NO! I WON'T DIE LIKE THIS! I WON'T! Jack the Ripper screams, as she desperately uses her good arm to hold herself up over the cement, even as the speed of the truck grinds her clothes.
Saber! Hit the main highway, going the wrong way! Amaterasu shouts with a note of glee in her voice.
The wrong way?! Won't that... Mordred pauses, narrowing her eyes, before nodding. Gotcha. You're explaining this to Erik and Kairi, though.
Shielder, shield to the right in... 13 seconds, please! Hard pull, so we drift!
No problem! Master, tell me when it's time! Mash smiles, narrowing her eyes as she pulls herself to the right side and prepares to deploy it.
Now, Mash! Olga shouts, and smiles.
Deploying! With Mash's words, she slams the shield down, putting her body into it, sending the truck skidding into a massive turn, then going up a wrong way bridge, straight into highway traffic.
Jack, desperately pulling herself up the bumper, glances back behind her, then stares in horror at all the cars heading straight towards her. Then, she glances down at the speeding concrete below, and up at the sawblades, waiting for her to move her head up to cut her into ribbons. A test of her foot against the ground, Servant or not, leaves her shoe with a large chunk missing from it, leaving her paling at her predicament.
Mommy? I think I may have messed up...
With those words, she pales, at hearing two sawblades deploying, on either side of her head. They aren't moving in, but they're holding her in place, so she can't climb further up.
I really, REALLY think I messed up, Mommy!
Mordred smirks, hearing Jack the Ripper's words, as she punches the rocket boosters again.
Amaterasu also smiles, as her illusion to ensure Jack the Ripper can't remember how to Astralize comes into effect, ensuring that Jack the Ripper is stuck on the front bumper, in wrong direction traffic.
"BALMUNG!"
Mordred's eyes go wide, as she desperately tries to swerve, but this time, she fails. Balmung's blast of power from the sword slams into the rear of the truck, impacting both rocket boosters, as well as the supply of ammunition in the back of the truck. It sends the truck flying sky high into the air, the entire back end flaming.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Mordred shouts, as she stares at the incoming ground, even as Jack the Ripper slips out from the front of the truck.
WHAM.
The truck lands on it's roof, skidding several hundred feet, to a slow stop.
"Mash? Are we alive?" Olga whispers, staring in shock. "How did we not die from that?!"
Author's Notes:
So, yeah. Mordred got MUSIC to go along with her insane stunts in the truck. You can thank me later for working to make sure the songs went well for things.
And when I realized the bulk of the 4 way fight scene wouldn't work with my obscenely fast reading speed, and the song? I lengthened it. A lot. Just for all of you, to enjoy.
As for the Gun Truck copy Mordred's using? It's bumper is low enough that Jack might have her legs underneath it, but her legs are barely able to fit without being scraped against the cement. Any attempt to put her body underneath the truck, and grab onto something, isn't going to work as long as she has only one arm. So her legs are under the truck, and her upper body isn't, leaving her entire upper body flat against it, and one arm clinging to the front grill to keep her from having her entire body reduced to pulp from being dragged down a highway at several hundred MPH.
As for the windshield... well, it's a three foot thick windshield made by a God meant for surviving crazy hard to survive scenarios. Noble Phantasm or not, it's not going to break EASILY, as Jack discovered. Much to her dismay.