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"My reason to fight is to continue the research I have continued from those before me, the results of which will benefit humanity, not merely us mages." Thomas's voice lost some of it's edge as he watched Caster's master. He turned to glance at Ira before he continued. "This opportunity to...

"No." Thomas's expression had been neutral up until Caster had finished his offer, but now it hardened. While he could stomach revealing none of what he gained from the Root, he would not merely surrender his right to continue to challenge for the Grail. His efforts had earned him the right to...

"And the cost, Caster?" Thomas inquired of the entity. He felt the brush of a mental contact from Ira. "If you are truly capable of granting me access to the Root, what is your price for the bargain?" He nodded at Lancer, offering Caster a faint smile. "Odd as it may be, my Servant is my broker...

Time's flow seemed strange at first, as to the magus eyes he alone remained aware. Yet try as he might, no action seemed to elicit response, from neither his limbs nor voice. Seconds turned into minutes, became hours, transfigured into days, grew into weeks, evolved into months, ascended to...

"I can agree with Ira on this point Caster," Thomas's surprise faded as angry indignation registered. "Your "opportunity" comes at the cost of another I had chosen to pursue." "Speak." The magus met the disconcerting gaze of this strange Servant, stood straighter as a he suppressed a sneer.

Jolting back to consciousness, Thomas's body reacted before the information his senses brought him fully worked their way through his mind. Bracing for an attack as best as he could whilst suspended without stable ground under his feet, he froze. It took a few moments before things began making...

The hound came to the intersection, looking to him. Thomas ignored the snarling challenge, moving to the center of his tunnel, holding his stave across him, poised and ready. His movements were measured, purposeful, eyes studying this enemy in great detail from the other side of the barrier, so...

Thomas had been careful to only view the light peripherally, and the hints of motion in the darkness drew his attention as thoroughly as neon signs. But the motion was swift enough to realize the peril it represented, and he frantically spun his stave like the blades of a helicopter before him...

Catching sight of light reflecting through the tunnels, Thomas sped his stride, turning at one intersection to streak down the tunnel. Glancing to the side he'd seen a light, he caught it again, behind this side branch. Easing down this connecting path, he shifted his stave to a poised stance...

The sounds of the battle overhead were muted enough that even amidst motion, Thomas's straining senses caught something...different. Loud enough to be questionable, and he reinforced his senses with his mana to confirm. Focusing, he concentrated on ignoring the sounds from afar, tuning his...

'I can move up, but...' Thomas focused his senses, probing above him, trying to gauge for magic. 'Nothing overt that I can tell. If there's magecraft in there, it's not the active, working kind. We wouldn't have any means of just dropping the damned thing on his head, would we?' The magus gave...

'I'm fine, Ira. That was relatively light, considering you didn't use the full package.' Thomas sent a chuckle along with his mental words, though he eyed the slightly steaming stones overhead warily. 'A little warm, but fine. Need me to reposition, or are you bringing to battle back this way?'...

'Understood,' The magus sent back, rapidly channeling power into his specialty, Reinforcement. Lines etched across his legs, arms, torso, neck, and head. A familiar sensation of his own body hardening, bulking. It almost ached, a somewhat uncomfortable sensation that he knew well. Reaching out...

Archer lashed both guns across before him, bracing not only with his own might but reinforced with mana. Still the impact tossed him from the roof, the man throwing him into a sharp twist to meet the ground feet first. The moment his feet touched earth, he loosed the power he'd used to brace...

Thomas paused in his routine with the staff, easing to a resting position in the sewers below. He smiled slightly, peering upwards at the concrete above his head. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ira. Just been focusing on minimizing my presence and remaining limber for what's to come."

Archer called out across the link between his master and himself as he watched his Noble Phantasm surge. "Master, I need you to be ready to do exactly as I say if I call for you. Say 'I order by Command Spell, return to my side', because I might very well need it. A Servant I couldn't shake...

This one was tough. Unbelievably tougher than he'd have imagined. His active skill, the one that made his eyes glow with inner light, warned him of what was coming. Archer only had one option if he wished to escape this relatively unscathed. Apologies Master. I was hoping to have to avoid this...

The man smiled at Ira, nodding his head. "Actually, I had thought of that idea. Letting them come to us, on grounds of our choosing." "It's primary tactical issue is that of retreat if needed, but I've got the confidence that with your abilities, and some basic application of magecraft, the...

There was the opening he'd been searching for, and Archer held little back from taking advantage of it. Mana poured into his limbs through his body as he leaped into the face of Rider's off-hand strike, his legs surging to propel him at over three hundred miles an hour. His left hand and gun...