The moment the Servant appeared, Raynare knew she had screwed up.
The plan was supposed to be simple. Eliminate the boy before he becomes a threat, should he be confirmed to have a Sacred Gear in his possession. She confirmed it in their first meeting, and thus played the role of Yuuma Amano, with the intent of ending his measly life. It was quite pathetic, how he constantly tried to appease her and make her fall for him. She played her role well, and intended to end this play date on a high note… by crushing his spirits and ending him while he was in despair. After all, a filthy human didn't have the right to gaze upon her. She had nearly succeeded… until the Servant arrived, and she found the markings on his hand.
The mark of the Command Seals.
Her target was a Master… nobody fucking told her that this perverted brat was a goddamn Master!
"I am… the Great King," the Servant spoke, glaring at her with a chilling gaze that nearly made her drop her spear out of fear. The air was thick and heavy, as if something was pushing her down. It took her a moment to realize that it was the Servant's very presence that was causing this. "I am destruction itself, falling like a star to crush all those beneath. Thus, I ask of you..." The Servant then turned to Haru Hyoudou, her gaze cold yet impassive. "... are you worthy of being my Master?"
"Your… master...?" The redhead questioned in confusion. What was she talking about? And where did she come from? Suddenly, he felt his hand burning again, causing him to flinch. He looked at his hand, and saw that the markings were glowing. If he were to describe the sensation, it would be as if someone had taken a hot branding iron to his hand. The Servant noticed the markings, and closed her eyes.
"I see," she hummed. She then noticed the object lying on the ground. It was the item from his grandfather's trunk, which had fallen out of his hand when the markings on his hand began to burn. "Very well, then. I am Saber… from this day forward, I shall destroy all who oppose you."
Raynare blanched. Saber?! The brat had summoned a SABER?!
She doesn't have her sword, she noted, trying to find a way to accomplish her mission. If it were a Caster or an Assassin, she could have some advantage, mostly against the latter… but messing with a Saber, depending on what Heroic Spirit was called, was a death wish. If she didn't have a sword, however, she just might stand a chance. If I strike her down before she summons her sword, I'm golden!
Smirking, she reared back her arm, ready to throw the spear. "Die!" she cried, throwing it.
Haru's eyes widened with alarm, seeing it flying through the air. "Look o—"
His words died when Saber turned, followed by a brilliant stream of colors that followed her, curving and cutting straight through the air, destroying the spear with ease. Raynare's eyes widened, and to her horror, the Servant already had her sword. To Haru's shock… it was the relic he had taken with him. The item no longer resembled a cog-like piece of a mechanism. Rather, it now resembled some sort of hilt. The red portions had extended outward, almost like a guard of some kind, while the black clamps extended outward. Protruding out from the center was a beam of light; a wonderful mixture of colors. Green, red and blue, all twisted and curving down to form itself in the shape of a blade.
"Fallen Angel," Saber spoke coldly, narrowing her eyes. "You dare raise a hand against my Master?"
Raynare's expression paled to the point where she became as white as a ghost. The situation went from bad to worse. Now the Saber has her sword… and now she was her target! Thinking quickly, Raynare turned around, spread her wings, and chose to retreat. She would return with backup, believing that even a servant like Saber could be overwhelmed with numbers. But those thoughts immediately vanished from her mind as searing pain took its place. The Fallen Angel screeched in agony as she collapsed to the ground in a crumpled heap, her hand clutching the blood-stained, feathered stump where her right wing used to be.
"S-shit!"
She rose to her feet, brandishing two light spears. Slowly, Saber approached, as if stalking her prey, eyes narrowed into a fearsome glare. Raynare gritted her teeth. Even though her mind was telling her to run, knowing full well that facing this Servant was a death wish, she could not abandon the task Azazel had given her. With that in mind, she charged, swinging her spear. Saber deflected it with ease, parrying it. The Fallen followed up with another strike. Saber parried that as well.
Raynare continued to swing her weapons in desperation, much to the Servant's annoyance. When the Fallen tried to swing both spears at once in an overhead manner, she had enough. With a precise, quick stroke, Saber severed Raynare's arms above the elbow.
Blood spewed out, spraying around while Raynare screamed, backing away with a look of absolute fury. "Y-you! You bitch! How dare you?!" she cried out in madness, bearing snarling fangs from the corners of her mouth. "Do you know how close I was?! I would have killed that brat and taken his Sacred Gear! I would have earned Azazel-sama's approval! And now all of that's down the FUCKING TOILET! YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
Haru was mortified. Compared to the kind and sweet Yuuma Amano… Raynare had shown a look of utter madness and insanity. His heart clenched upon hearing her words. She was going to kill him… just to earn someone's approval. The date had truly meant nothing at all whatsoever. Nothing. Not even a shred of joy was found on her face. Tears threatened to spill from his face, heartbroken.
Saber seemed to sense this from her Master, and her silent fury grew. "... you speak as if I care," she said, ending Raynare's ranting. "I care little for your pathetic wants and needs. My only goal is to fight for my Master… and you dared to end him." Suddenly, power gathered in the air. It was then that Raynare remembered who or exactly what she was fighting, and paled, stepping away. "Fallen Angel… it is time you reunite with your god."
Before Raynare would scream out her pleas, her entire body went numb, as if all sensation had shut down. Her vision split down the center before spreading out and fading to black. In reality, Altera had finished bisecting the Fallen Angel down the center.
The swiftness of the strike came so quickly, all Haru saw was a crescent arc of colors before it faded away. Once again, blood spilled, some falling into the fountain, staining the crystal water with murky red fluid. Saber stared at the remaining halves of the woman she had slain, satisfied that the one who dared to harm her Master had been killed. As the light that made up her blade faded away, and the weapon itself returned to its original shape, which seemingly vanished into particles of light. She turned, and saw her Master kneeling on the ground, crying.
"Master."
Her voice reached Haru's ears. He snapped up, showing eyes of fear. Saber would not deny that it hurt slightly for her own Master to look upon her like that… yet she was more than used to such things by now. After all, such stares were all around her in the past. She slowly approached, and with each step, her Master reclined back. "S-stay away!" he shouted. "Don't-Don't come near me!"
Even still, she stepped forward, heedless of her Master's orders. His heart was in disarray, thus the Command Seals would not forbid her from approaching.
He had no idea what was going on! First his girlfriend revealed that she was going to kill him. Next was that this strange woman appeared out of nowhere, using the relic he had as a freaking light saber! And finally, the strange woman killed his ex-girlfriend… and was now approaching him! He soon found himself backed against a wall. His eyes widened, looking over his shoulder. He was trapped. As he turned his head, he found Saber's face right in front of his eyes, red eyes staring deep into his own.
Oh… oh god… she was going to kill him, wasn't she? Just like she did with Yuuma. Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes, waiting for the end to come. His heart was pounding, especially when he felt two hands grab the sides of his head.
Instead of the sweet embrace of death, however… he found himself pulled forward, and his face held in something soft. His eyes snapped open, feeling slender arms wrap around him, holding him tightly. He couldn't see Saber's face, as she rested her chin atop his head, but the way she was holding him… it was warm. Comforting.
"It's fine, Master," Saber whispered to him in a hushed voice. "Just sleep for now… you've had a long day."
All of a sudden, Haru felt drowsiness plague his senses. His body relaxed under the warm embrace, and his eyelids drooped heavily. Then, he felt unconsciousness claim him.