This Is My Holy Grail War [50]

The dark mana surrounding Assassin flickered in the air like a profane light, blending into the damp atmosphere of the rainy night.

With his sword raised, Assassin lunged forward, his strike cutting through the falling raindrops. Black streams of mana followed in his wake, tracing his trajectory on the muddy forest path. His blade glinted with deadly precision, a straight line aimed directly at Lancer.

CLANG!

Sparks flew as spear met sword, the thunderous clash echoing like a storm’s fury within the dense forest.

Despite his readiness, Lancer hadn’t anticipated such speed. The sword came perilously close before he could deflect it, forcing him to block at the very last moment.

His crimson spear braced against the blade, bending under the sheer force of Assassin’s strike. The energy from the collision radiated outward, whipping rainwater into a wild spray as the ground beneath them trembled.

BOOM!

The second impact drove Lancer back. He gritted his teeth, straining to endure the relentless force. His boots carved deep trenches into the wet soil as he was pushed further and further.

“Damn…”

The once muddy path now resembled a plowed field, its surface gouged and churned.

“That’s insane! What the hell are you, shadowy little guy?” Lancer exclaimed, shaking out his right hand, which stung from absorbing the blow. “I thought you were just a rat hiding in the dark… but you’re no ordinary Assassin. Are you sure you’re not Saber?”

Assassin’s agility, coupled with his enhanced strength, made his charge feel more like an unstoppable force than an underhanded killer. To Lancer, the only word that came to mind was monster.

“I’m just as surprised,” Assassin murmured, his voice gravelly and distorted within the confines of his pitch-black armor. He ran his gloved hand along the blade of his sword. From head to toe, his form was obscured, every inch cloaked in darkness.

“What are you mumbling about?” Lancer asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

Now’s the time—cover Assassin’s retreat! Rin thought as she fingered the gemstone in her hand. The crystal, dull moments before, began to glow with a faint azure light as she activated her circuits. Her mana surged toward her fingertips, ready to ignite the gem and launch it.

But just as she was about to act, Assassin made an unexpected move.

Instead of retreating, he lunged forward again, his shadowy figure blurring into motion.

Rin hesitated, lowering her hand. She knew that Assassin’s magic resistance was low—if she miscalculated and her gem struck him instead, she might do more harm than good.

What the hell is Assassin doing?! Rin wondered, her heart racing. Reluctantly, she pocketed the gemstone, watching the fight unfold with mounting tension.

The short distance between Assassin and Lancer left no time to build momentum, yet Assassin launched his attack without hesitation.

What kind of mindset drove this shadowy killer to press forward so boldly against a Knight of the Lance?

The answer lay in Lancer’s weapon: the crimson spear, deadly and unyielding.

Though Assassin’s eyes remained hidden, his icy killing intent radiated outward.

Blade met spear once again.

Two brilliant arcs of light collided, slicing through the stormy night like shooting stars. The combatants struck at the same time, each weapon seeking the other’s heart.

Lancer, wielding a weapon designed for range, saw no reason to retreat. His spear was built for such engagements—every advantage lay in his hands.

And yet, the unthinkable happened.

The Holy Grail War was a stage for legendary heroes, and Lancer had expected to encounter Servants whose speed surpassed his own. But his faith in his skill blinded him to a critical mistake: underestimating his opponent’s mastery.

In the brief instant their weapons clashed, Assassin deflected Lancer’s spear with superior agility. Capitalizing on the opening, he lunged with his sword.

Miss. Strike again.

Lancer withdrew, and Assassin pursued relentlessly, thrusting over and over.

Each narrow advantage Assassin gained, he pressed ruthlessly, refusing to let up.

THWACK!

With no room left to maneuver, Lancer found his back against a tree. Assassin’s blade stabbed into the trunk with brutal force, mere inches from Lancer’s torso.

“Magnificent,” Lancer said, his tone tinged with genuine admiration. “What a splendid attack! Truly exhilarating!”

For the first time, Lancer began to take his opponent seriously. His sharp eyes scanned the terrain, noting every tree and patch of mud. This wasn’t just a skirmish anymore—this was a battle worth his full attention.

The dense forest, shadowed by clouds and far removed from the city’s lights, served as a grim arena. The soft patter of rain mixed with the tension in the air, soaking the ground as it steadily turned into mire.

Lancer was no fool. He had realized that Assassin wasn’t merely quick on his feet; his skills in combat were exceptional. And those skills weren’t just equal—they might even surpass Lancer’s own.

As the rain poured harder, Assassin’s attacks grew fiercer. Each strike edged closer to Lancer, their lethality increasing with every exchange.

“You’re not just an Assassin, are you? Could you be… Berserker?!” Lancer gasped, deflecting another blow with difficulty. But Assassin gave him no room to recover, leaving Lancer unable to catch his breath or formulate a counterattack.

Assassin fought like a beast, relentlessly pursuing his prey. There were no gaps in his assault, no pauses to regroup. Every motion was precise, every strike flowed seamlessly into the next, forcing Lancer to engage in close-quarters combat—a situation that left no room for his lance’s full potential.

Lancer, though eager for a thrilling battle, was no brute. He recognized the limitations of his weapon in this confined space. The terrain worked against him, leaving him at a disadvantage despite his formidable skills.

“This isn’t possible! Is this really Assassin?!”

From her position, Rin could hardly believe her eyes. The freezing rain bit into her skin, but her focus remained fixed on the sight of her Servant relentlessly pursuing Lancer.

Lancer, the famed swift and agile hero, was being cornered. And the one forcing him into retreat was none other than her Assassin—an Assassin who had completely upended her expectations of the class.

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T/N: Assassin and Lancer have matching Strength, with Assassin being faster with A+ and Lancer being A however Cu does have a whole 2 ranks on him with Endurance being C, and not to mention gae bolg if activated will be instant death for Assassin

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