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"I guess this is home, sweet home now, huh?" asked a white-haired youth, his gaze focused on the two-story house before him. "It's in pretty good shape for a place that hasn't been lived in for twenty years."

"Not surprising for a house that was owned by a witch and a demon," remarked the dark-haired female beside him.

His blue eyes met her own heterochromatic, red and green eyes. "My mom was a MAGE, not a witch. That goes for you too. If you want to call yourself a witch, you better have the broomstick and warts to back it up."

"I'm surprised you even know what a broom is, Dante. Your last place was a wreck."

"Well, this is the only house my mom left in the will, so I guess we'll have to not wreck it," said Dante.

Roughly a month after his showdown with Vergil in the Demon World, Dante was paid a visit by a woman who claimed to be an old friend of his family. She was dedicated, having searched for him for the last twenty years to give him his inheritance. Included in the will, was the house, a large sum of money,a letter, and his mother's personal journal. By perusing the contents of the letter he'd learned of his mother's true nature as a mage.

The demon slayer jumped at the opportunity to relocate to a residence that wasn't a complete mess. His newest friend, Lady, came along as well, having stayed with him since the Temen-Ni-Gru incident, not wanting to live somewhere that was a constant reminder of her dead family. A week after receiving the will, the duo found themselves in Fuyuki City, Japan. By the time they had found their way to the house, it was already late afternoon.

"Your mom had good taste, I'll give her that," admitted Lady. "Do me a favor and grab our bags."she asked as she guided her motorcycle to the driveway of her new home.

"Sure thing," replied Dante. "I don't see why I always have to get the bags," he murmured under his breath, thinking of the handful of long distance missions that required them to stay at a hotel.

"It's because it's the gentleman's job to get the bags. Surely you don't mean to tell me you're not a gentleman!" she teased. It slightly disturbed him when he first discovered her incredible sense of hearing. It all made sense when Lady admitted to being a Magus, herself. All of the demons she had come across in Temen-Ni-Gru were incredibly weak, leaving her use of magic unnecessary. Except for Vergil. She chose not to engage him when she sensed just how powerful he was. To challenged him would have been suicidal.

Ever since they had become friends, Lady had made a habit out of teasing him. Dante rolled his eyes before striding across the lawn to his new home. The demon hunter couldn't help but notice how immaculate the lawn was for a residence long since abandoned. The grass and hedges were evenly cut and the large apple tree was laden with ripe fruit.

If he had to hazard a guess, Dante would chalk it up as being the work of some type of magic.

After several long strides, Dante found himself at the open doorway to the house, Lady having already parked her motorcycle.

Dante carefully placed their bags next to the door.

"Thank you for your assistance, man-servant," said Lady.

"But of course, Master. I live to serve," retorted Dante, hiumoring his female friend.

Lady smirked before she gathered her belongings and went upstairs.

Once she was gone, Dante surveyed his surroundings, acutely aware of the warm, welcoming vibe he picked up after only being in the house for a few seconds.

"Martha Stewart, eat your heart out," he murmured. Dante proceeded to raid the kitchen, hoping to fill his empty belly. He was out of luck, it seemed that magic did not extend to conjuring food.

Looks like it was pizza for dinner. That was fine by him.

After checking with Lady on her preferred toppings, Dante whipped out his recently purchased cell phone, having already memorized the numbers of every pizza joint within a ten mile radius before leaving America. A man had to have priorities.

Having made his order, he elected to explore the house while he waited on his dinner.

The first floor was nothing special, just possessing the laundry room, living area, and a couple of bathrooms.

He trudged upstairs, hoping to find something worthwhile. If he was lucky, maybe he would find something left behind by his parents.

He'd discovered that Lady had already claimed one of the three guest room for herself. That left the master bedroom for his own use.

Once inside, Dante immediately took noticed of the large portrait hanging just above the headboard of the king-sized bed. The image captured was that of his once whole family. His parents stood behind a young Vergil and Dante, beaming down at them with unconcealed pride.

It had been so long since his family was in one piece that the image came across as almost bizarre to him. He stared wistfully at what appeared to be a typical happy family.

Dante focused on the image of his father. When he was younger, he hated the man for making their family a target for demons. But, as he grew older, that hate faded to apathy. Holding a grudge for a dead man served him no good. it wasnt until recently, after fighting through Temen-Ni-Gru and facing Vergil in the world of demons that he grew to respect his father and feel pride in sharing the same blood as him.

Lost in his thoughts, Dante continued to stare at the portrait. He was ultimately brought back to reality by the shouts of his house mate.

"Pizza's here!"

He felt his stomach growl at the reminder that he hadn't eaten in several hours.

Heeding the desires of his hungry stomach, he promptly dumped his luggage on the bed before quickly leaving. On the way out, Dante took one last glance at the portrait.

When he made it to the living room, he was greeted by the sight of Lady already devouring a slice of pizza from one of several pizza boxes on the coffee table.

"What? You couldn't wait for me?"

Dante heard her say something along the lines of "You're one to talk" It was hard to tell with her mouth filled to the brim with food.

Dinner was relatively quiet, the silence only broken when they made plans to go shopping the following day. Less than an hour later, they went to sleep, but not before Dante skimmed the first few pages of his mother's journal.

THE NEXT DAY

Despite leaving the house at ten o' clock, it was growing dark by the time they had finished shopping. Along with food, Dante and Mary went searching for more modern appliances (the appliances in the house were twenty years out of date) toiletries, and other miscellaneous items.

Much to his chagrin, Dante was made to carry most of the bags. According to Lady, it was his duty as a gentleman to do so. Luckily, they were relatively few in number, the two having bought several duffel bags to carry the items. Dante may have been an extremely powerful demon hunter, but even he couldn't carry fifty bags at once. There wasn't enough room on his body.

By the time they had made it halfway home, day had turned to night, the dark streets lit by a combination of the street lamps and the brilliant glow of the full moon.

"You know, it feels weird to spend this much money at once, and not further bury myself in debt," Dante thought aloud.

"You're going to need to learn to better handle your money so we don't drown in debt and lose the house. You already paid off a crippling debt, you don't need to accrue another one."

Dante rolled his eyes at her words. "Your lack of faith wounds me," he lamented in mock despair. "Come on, this is me we're talking about here.

"It's a valid concer-"

Lady found herself abruptly interrupted when she was scooped up by Dante before he jumped to safety.

Any questions she may have had were immediately answered when the spot where stood just moments before was riddled with several crossbow bolts and smashed by an absurdly large blade. The assault on the pavement kicked up a cloud of dust and debris, temporarily obscuring their attackers.

"You fool! Our orders were to observe and nothing more. I shouldn't have to babysit you!" a deep, baritone voice spoke from within the smokescreen.

"Where's your sense of adventure! Come on, we can take them on no problem!" protested a second voice in a thick Italian accent.

" I hate to interrupt your lover's quarrel, but I heard you two coming a mile away. You're not as stealthy as you think," scoffed Dante as he deposited both Lady and the duffel bags on the sidewalk.

Dante heard one of their attackers growl at his words.

When the dust had settled, Dante's first thought was that he should probably copyright his outfit. The first of their two attackers had not just ripped a page out of Dante's book in terms of style, he had stolen the whole damn book. He was tall with short black hair and seemed to be in his late thirties. Like Dante, he was clad in a long red jacket and black pants. He even had a large sword resting on his shoulder. Oddly, he wore sunglasses despite it being dark.

The other assailant was clothed in white, hooded robes. The upper half of his face was shrouded by the hood. They were able to determine that he had tan skin and a small beard. Clutched in his hand was a repeating crossbow.

The bowman then spoke, his every syllable drowned in his thick accent.

"Speak for yourself. He seems to be the only real threat here. If it weren't for him, the girl would certainly be dead."

Lady gnashed her teeth in anger. "Why don't you come over here and I'll show you just how non-threatening I am!"

The hooded assailant seemed to take great amusement in her reaction.

"Oh, did I touch a nerve?" he taunted. He then peered more closely at her, as if studying her for an answer that eluded him. Moments later, his eyes widened in recognition. "Wait a minute, brown hair, heterochromatic eyes. You wouldn't happen to be related to Kalina Ann, would you?"

"What's it to you?" she growled.

Her antagonizer snapped his fingers in realization. "I've got it! You must be her daughter! My master told me all about the fearsome Kalina Ann. You don't seem to be nearly as powerful as she was rumored to be. Then again, how strong could she have been if she was murdered by a mere human!" he cackled.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" she roared as she charged in anger.

"You'll have to catch me first!" he taunted before turning tail and disappearing around the corner of an adjacent street, the enraged young woman right on his tail.

"Lady, wait!" Dante called out, recognizing the ploy. He made to follow, but the man in red moved directly into his path, blocking him from pursuit.

"If you want to save your friend, you'll have to defeat me, first."

"I guess I'll just have to make this quick then," Dante taunted as he removed the guitar case from his back. "You going to give me a name to put on your grave? It wouldn't feel right to just carve 'Copycat' on your tomb stone."

"You may call me Ronin. Now, I believe it's only proper you return the sentiment," said Ronin as he leveled his sword at Dante.

Dante proceeded to press a button on the side of the case, sending a large object flying through a new opening in the top of the case. Upon catching the object, it was revealed to be a large sword, the blade glinting in the moonlight. It was Rebellion, his signature weapon inherited from his father.

"The name's Dante."

The silver-haired swordsman rocketed forward, his sword poised to pierce Ronin. His attempt to end the fight quickly was foiled as Ronin blocked with his own blade.

"You're fast," complimented Ronin.

"Just try and keep up, old man," retorted Dante as he went for a decapitating strike and haymaker combo. The sword strike was batted aside while he tilted his head away from the incoming fist.

Ronin effortlessly swung his large sword, aiming to cleave Dante in two. It was now Dante's turn to defend as he parried the strike before going in for a stab to the gut. Ronin twisted out of the way at the last second, but not without being lightly grazed on his side. Ronin retaliated with his own haymaker, only managing to hit open air.

Dante brought Rebellion down in a low swing to severe one of Ronin's legs. Ronin managed to partially deflect the strike and was instead struck by the flat of the blade. Instead of losing his leg, he was knocked onto his back.

Ronin's eyes widened at the sight of Rebellion shooting towards his face point-first. Ronin hastily rolled to the side before jumping to his feet. He did not escape uninjured as he felt the sting of open air meeting rent flesh. He shrugged off the minor injury, paying little heed to the blood running down his cheek. The red-clad assailant attempted to bisect Dante. His target lazily sidestepped before hitting him with an open palm strike to the face.

Ronin slid back, his feet digging trenches in the road as a result of the power of the strike, leaving him disoriented. When his vision refocused, he noticed that his surroundings seemed to have grown brighter.

It took a moment for him notice the absent sensation of metal on his face.

"You missing something?" asked Dante.

Ronin focused his gaze on his opponent only for his now naked eyes to narrow at the sight of his sunglasses resting on Dante's face.

Dante quickly adopted a disgruntled expression as he spoke.

"What the hell? How are you able to see with these things?" commented Dante before promptly tossing the sunglasses back to their owner. Lady may have been in trouble, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some quick fun at his enemy's expense before he saved her.

Ronin growled as he put his sunglasses back on his face.

"Well, aren't we a rude one? I think it's time someone taught you some manners!" snarled Ronin before charging Dante.

Dante scoffed as he withdrew his silver pistol, "Ivory" from his jacket. "You're not the first to try and you definitely won't be the last!" yelled Dante as he met Ronin's charge.

The battle resumed once more, the two combatants attacking with great ferocity. They were like lightning incarnate, their blades moving too quickly for the human eye to detect. Dante boasted a slight advantage as he also had use of Ivory.

Ronin found himself hard pressed to withstand the combined assault. But Ronin didn't become a Heroic Spirit by being weak and unable to adapt. While difficult, he managed to launch counterattacks at random intervals, albeit at the cost of accumulating several injuries from bullets. Most shots grazed him, but he had sustained a gunshot wound to his shoulder and his hip.

Being relatively minor injuries for someone as strong as he, the wounds quickly healed over in flashes of blue light. The bullets lodged in his person were also pushed out from his body as a result.

Dante fared much better, having received a handful of small cuts to his person as well as a long but relatively shallow slash to the stomach. Much like Ronin, Dante's injuries rapidly closed as well. The only difference was his healing factor didn't come accompanied by bursts of light.

He found himself experiencing a rare bout of frustration. Dante wondered if this was how Vergil felt when they fought atop Temen-Ni-Gru. Much like his lost brother, Dante was vastly more powerful than his opponent, completely outclassing him. And yet, he just wouldn't fall despite his efforts to end the fight quickly.

They were both so focused on their opponent that neither combatant noticed Dante's spilt blood trail behind him of its own volition and proceeded to form vague shapes on the asphalt behind them.

Ronin managed to sneak in an uppercut, sending Dante careening back into the air. The demon hunter managed to correct himself in mid-air and land on his feet.

"You're good," noted Dante as he stowed away Ivory in his coat. "What do you say we take this up a notch?" Rebellion vanished in an abrupt burst of light. A second, brighter glow filled the air. When the brilliant display had cleared, Dante now wielded a scimitar in each hand, one a dull teal and the other a fiery orange.

"Round 2. Fight!" Announced Dante in a thick and decidedly racist Japanese accent.

Dante charged, his swords cloaked in wind and fire. Dante slid to a grinding halt, when he noticed the night being bathed in a crimson glow originating from somewhere behind him.

"NO!" roared Ronin as he rushed the light source, a red circle with intricate designs inside. Sword held high, Ronin attempted to decimate the circle with a mighty swing of his blade.

He found his efforts halted when his sword was blocked by one of Dante's scimitars.

"I know light shows are tacky, but it's rude to interrupt," chided Dante before he planted his foot in Ronins gut and sent him skidding back several feet.

The two swordsmen watched on, Ronin with dread, and Dante with curiosity.

They were forced to guard their eyes, as the light turned blinding. It took several moments for the light to down. When they opened their eyes once more, they looked on were greeted by the sight of a woman standing where the glowing circle was located just moments ago.

Her features were hard to make out, her body covered by a black, hooded cloak. Her only visible defining characteristic was her long purple hair dangling from underneath her hood.

She shifted her gaze to Dante, presumably making eye contact. It was difficult to determine as her eyes were shrouded in the darkness of the hood.

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"

Dante gaped at her in stunned silence.

She ignored his silent state and continued to speak.

"I am Servant Caster, reporting to answer your summons."

"Summons? Servant? What the hell are you talking about, lady?"

Despite the serious nature of his situation, him now being outnumbered two-to-one, Ronin let out a throaty chuckle..

"Incredible. You wield so much power yet remain woefully ignorant to what it means to be a Master. Look at the back of your hand, boy. You bear the Command Sigils, proof that you are now a Master in the Holy Grail War."

Dante looked at the gap in the back of his fingerless glove and saw that Ronin's words rang true. What was once unmarred flash, now bore a bright red skull tattoo neatly segmented into three sections.

"It was foolhardy to fight you with under half my power. Our Master's orders were only to observe but my callous partner got restless. It's ironic, considering his Servant class."

"Well, now you're going to have to pay for it." Said Dante as he turned to Caster. "You said you're my Servant. You think you can back me up?" asked Dante as he raised Agni and Rudra and assumed an offensive position.

"But of course. Master." Said Caster as her raised hands were shrouded in a purple light.

Ronin looked on unperturbed, his own weapon lowered. "You can either attack me and most certainly win, or you can save your friend from being killed by Assassin. The choice is yours."

Dante grit his teeth at his words. He was never one to leave a fight unfinished, but Lady's life was more of a priority.

"Get lost. If I see you again, I'm going to finish what I started. I promise you that," vowed Dante.

Without a word, Ronin disappeared in a blur of raw speed.

"Master, surely you're not serious! It's not too late to pursue and finish him."

"There's no fun in defeating an opponent who isn't at their best. Don't worry, We'll get another chance to take him down. Count on it. Saving my friend is more important right now."

Caster fully understood his actions, but that didn't mean she was happy about it. Dante noticed her look of displeasure.

"Look, I'm asking you as your Master, to follow my lead on this. If you're worried about not getting to fight, don't be. No one loves a good fight more than me."

Caster was pleasantly surprised by his words. All of her previous Masters would have simply ordered her to comply with their wishes. He was the first to take her feelings into account. She had a feeling that she just might enjoy having him as a master.

"Could you do me a favor and grab these bags for me?"

Unless he makes a habit of treating her like a maid. In that case she would have to rethink her sentiments.

With a wave of her hand, Caster levitated the bags of groceries behind her.

"Lead the way, Master."

Lady's POV

Lady was absolutely livid. First, some asshole in a hood and a Dante copycat attack her, then the hooded guy has the nerve to insult her dead mother. She wouldn't stand for such disrespect to the woman who loved and raised her.

That was why she was currently in pursuit of the white-clad offender, taking potshots with her pistols as she ran. She had yet to hit her target as he blindly danced out of the way of every bullet, taunting her all the while and further enraging her.

Less than three minutes later, the bowman came to a stop at an empty street corner, Lady hot on his trail.

He turned around, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"I must say, you are an easy woman to anger. You remind me of the women of my city. Full of such passion, such fire, it's a refreshing sight to be sure. It hardly matters now. I accomplished what I set out to do," he said as he drew a sword with a slender blade from the sheathe on his hip.

Trembling with barely restrained rage, Lady tightened her grip on her pistols. "What are you babbling on about?" she growled, failing to keep her voice from shaking.

The hooded assailant looked surprised at her words. "You mean you haven't figured it out," he asked. "Look around you. There's no one here but the two of us," he declared.

Lady's eyes narrowed. "You brought me here so you could kill me without Dante interfering."

He gave a slow, awkward clap (due to the sword still in his hand.) "Correct! You're as sharp as you look," he complimented. His face grew somber at his next words. "Before I kill you, it is only polite that I introduce myself. You may call me Assassin. Now, might I ask who you are, my dear?"

Lady dropped the duffle bag resting on her shoulder before quickly opening it. "I don't give my name to dead men," snarled Lady as she whipped an automatic shotgun from her bag and proceeded to open fire.

"I see you were never taught proper manners," said Assassin as he jumped out of the way of the incoming buckshot.

"On the contrary, my mother taught me to always say please. Now, please die!" she yelled before unleashing a volley of shotgun shells. Lady grit her teeth in frustration as he dodged and weaved through every blast of her shotgun.

"It's no use fighting me, not when you can't even hit me!" he taunted.

"We'll just have to see about that!" snarled Lady before hastily taking another item from the open bag and stowing it in the waist of her skirt. Grabbing a pair of SMG's from her portable armory, Lady charged forward and opened fire.

Her target laughed as he either evaded or cut the incoming bullets in half with his sword. By the time she came within five feet of him, she had run out of ammo. Lady dropped the guns before closing the distance with a tight somersault. As she came out of the somersault, she retrieved a large knife from under her skirt as well as withdrawing the item she had stowed in the hem of her skirt. The mystery item was revealed to be nothing but a stout, two-feet long length of wood with intricate carvings on its surface.

With a mighty upward swing, she attempted to catch him in the jaw with the piece of timber. Assassin leaned his head away from the attack, narrowly evading a broken jaw or worse. As he dodged, he nearly failed to notice the knife slash headed towards his abdomen. Assassin jumped back, resulting in a long gash in the cloth of his robes.

Assassin looked upon Lady with a newfound interest.

"Well, well. Maybe you will give me an interesting fight after all!" laughed Assassin.

"Well, I'd hate to disappoint you!" growled Lady as she raised her small staff.

Lady focused her magic power into the staff, making one of several runes on its surface light up.

"Fuego!" cried Lady as she released the accumulated magic power in the form of a searing fireball.

Assassin dove to the side, leaving the mass of fire to strike a street sign behind him. The heat generated by the fireball was so great that it warped and melted the metal.

Assassin transitioned from a dive and into a roll. When he came out of the roll, he was surprised to see Lady had moved directly in front of him.

"Oh shi-"

Assassin was cut off by the sound of Lady calling out her next spell.

"Forzare!"

Assassin felt like a cannon ball of invisible force struck him directly in the gut. Momentarily helpless, he was left with no choice but to allow the spell to slam him through a streetlight.

Assassin staggered to his feet while his shoulders shook.

'Is he…crying?' she wondered.

She received her answer when the empty streets were flooded with his peals of laughter.

"This is wonderful! Every time I think I have you figured out, you pull a new trick out of your sleeve!" cackled Assassin before he quickly sobered up. "Unfortunately, you can't hurt me."

Lady growled at being dismissed so easily.

"Oh yeah? Then what do you call the last two minutes?"

Assassin let out a throaty chuckle at her question before flashing her with a condescending smirk.

"Pity," answered Assassin.

With a shriek of rage, Lady bolted forward her next spell already on her lips.

"Fulminas!" With a shout, a bolt of lightning rocketed out of the tip of her staff.

Assassin held up his sword while he channeled mana directly into the blade. Lightning met steel as he countered the spell with his magic-saturated blade. The electricity illuminated the night as unfiltered lightning struggled to make contact with its intended target.

With a bark of laughter, Assassin swung his sword, sending the fork of lightning careening to the side and onto the road.

Lady's nose crinkled in disgust at the acrid stench of melting asphalt.

"Do you see now, what I mean?" asked Assassin. "You attack me with lightning, one of the mightiest forces of nature, and yet I bat it aside with but a swing of my sword. You're outmatched, plain and simple. If you give up now, I promise to make your death quick and painless."

She collapsed to her knees in a mix of despair and exhaustion.

At that moment, Lady would be lying if she said she wasn't considering the offer. He was right, after all. She had no chance of winning. Would it not be better to simply give up and die with dignity?

Lady's morose train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt when the face of a certain demon hunter came to the forefront of her mind. She knew what he would say if he were there with her at that moment.

'Come on, are you really going to lay down and die just because some clown pointed out that he's stronger than you? The Lady I know would get back up, give him the finger, and kick his ass regardless of the difference in strength.'

"Even when he's not here, he's still pulling my ass out of the fire," Lady laughed to herself.

She rose to her feet, the fire in her eyes rekindled and blazing brighter than ever.

"So what if you're stronger? I'm still going to win this fight!" declared Lady. Unbeknownst to her, a tattoo in the likeness of a rose had appeared on the back of her hand.

Assassin was intrigued at her sudden change in disposition. Just moments ago, she had a look of utter defeat. But now she looked more determined than ever, as if she believed she could actually win.

"So be it. Just remember I gave you an easy way out." Assassin bolted forward, sword poised to end her. With reflexes she didn't know she possessed, Lady leaned away from his sword strike before swiping at his abdomen with her knife. Unlike before, Assassin was unable to escape without injury as he sustained a shallow gash to the chest.

He grew enraged at someone so much weaker than he managing to inflict even a modicum of damage upon his person. With a roar of fury, Assassin viciously backhanded her, sending her flying back several feet.

"Die!" yelled Assassin as he drew his crossbow and leveled it at his downed opponent.

Lady managed to scramble to her knees and pull something from her skirt's pocket just as he let loose the first bolt.

She thrust her occupied hand in front of her, her fist clenched around the string of a medallion bearing the image of St. Mary, one of her mother's last gifts to her. The medallion emitted a brilliant white light before projecting a shield made of reinforced magic.

The shield withstood bolt after bolt while it steadily grew weaker with every strike. By the time it had accrued a decoration of nearly twenty crossbow bolts, Lady felt the shield begin to grow unstable. The barrier's power was nearly depleted.

'No! I won't die here! Not today, not like this! I refuse to lose! I!WILL!WIN!' Lady mentally screamed.

At her silent declaration, a new voice intruded upon the sanctity of her mind.

'I'm happy to hear that Master. Your determination is simply beautiful!'

Lady was confused by the new voice in her mind, but was unable to ponder the implications as the back of her hand and the world around her was consumed by a crimson light accompanied by the sounds of wood hitting asphalt.

When the light cleared, Lady was mystified by the sight before her.

Standing guard over her was a short blonde in a gold-lined crimson dress with golden epaulets on the shoulders. Her frilly sleeves widened at the ends and the cut of her chest displayed a generous amount of cleavage.

"Are you sure that's appropriate battle attire?" asked Assassin. He was of course referring to the fact that her skirt was completely open in the front. Her underskirt did nothing to help the matter as it was completely transparent and showed her panties and metal greaves. In her right hand was a massive red blade.

"Were the circumstances different, I would educate you on why my fashion sense is truly exquisite! As it is, I must eliminate you for the sake of my Praetor. You won't lay another finger on her!"

Assassin flashed her a cocky smirk.

"We'll just have to see about that!" taunted Assassin before he held down the trigger of his crossbow. Lady may have been buffeted by a stream of crossbow bolts but the girl in the red dress was flooded with an ocean of the bolts.

"Look out!" warned Lady.

The woman's sword became a blur as she cut apart bolt after bolt with pinpoint precision. In less than thirty seconds, the remains of the projectiles lay on the street within a three foot radius of her person.

She arrogantly turned up her nose at Assassin.

"Well, I think I've proven my words were no empty threat," she taunted. "Now, what are you going to do?"

Assassin growled at the blonde upstart who dared to look down on him.

"This isn't over!" snarled Assassin before withdrawing something from his robes and smashing them on the ground before him. If the curtain of smoke was any indication, Assassin had covered his escape with the use of smoke bombs.

"Coward," she sneered.

A tired groan brought her attention back to the reason she was there in the first place.

"Praetor, are you alright?" she asked as she crouched down next to Lady.

"I think so," muttered Lady as she winced at the soreness of her limbs. "Just used a more magic than I'm used to. Now, who are you?"

The blonde's chest swelled with pride.

"I am Servant Class Saber and you are my Praetor. With me at your side our victory in the Holy Grail War is assured!" Ssber declared in a blatantly pompous tone.

"Servant? Master? I don't understand," said Lady.

Saber looked surprised at Lady's statement.

"Surely you-"

"-Lady, you okay?" Saber was cut off by the voice of an unidentified male.

Saber promptly jumped to her feet and quickly turned in the direction of the voice, her sword at the ready.

It was at that moment that Dante dashed around the corner, his new Servant in tow.

Saber's eyes widened at the sight of the red-clad demon hunter before she disappeared in a blur. When she reappeared, she was quickly darting around Dante and examining him with much interest.

"Oh my goodness! Where did you get your clothes? Who's your stylist? I simply must meet them! The bright red and the dark black contrast each other so perfectly! What is the material your jacket is made of? It's so tough yet so soft! I simply must know!" gushed Saber.

Dante regarded with his eyebrows raised nearly to the top of his skull. 'What's with this chick?' wondered Dante.

Caster spoke up as Saber continued to examine her subject of interest. "May I fight this Servant, Master?"

Saber promptly jumped back at Caster's words, quickly putting distance between them.

"So you're a Master and Servant? In that case, I've no choice but to eliminate both of you, regardless of your excellent sense of style!"

Dante looked back at Caster. "Is this chick serious?" asked Dante. Caster merely shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Saber, stop!" Lady yelled as Saber raised her sword. "He's a friend!"

"Are you certain?" asked Saber. "You may have to face him one day regardless."

"I'm sure," she answered, her conviction seeping from every word.

"It is the wish of my Praetor that I back down, and so I shall obey." Saber then proceeded to lower her sword and backed up her statement as a result.

Dante and Caster followed Saber to Lady's slumped position against the wall. They could tell by the tension in her shoulders that she was ready to protect both herself and Lady at a moment's notice.

"You okay, Lady?" asked Dante.

Lady gave a tired nod. "Yeah, thanks to Saber."

Dante looked down at Lady's hands and saw a red tattoo, just as he expected he would. "So, you too, huh?" asked Dante as he held up his hand, displaying his Command Seals.

Lady looked at the seals with interest before looking down at her own hand and spotting similar markings.

"What are these?" Lady murmured.

"I'm not sure, all I know is that they're called Command Seals. Whatever that means."

Saber cleared her throat to garner their attention.

"Your Servant and I could fill you in on what we know but perhaps it would be best to let the Overseer fill you in. You'll need to see him anyway so you can officially register for the War."

"Where can we find this Overseer?" asked Dante as he helped Lady to her feet.

"Traditionally, they reside at the local church of where the War is meant to take place," she explained while glaring at Dante for daring to touch her master.

Dante and Lady shared a quick look.

"Show us."

Chapter End

Wow! I can't believe how quickly I got this done, getting from start to finish in just over two weeks. I got the idea for this crossover when I was watching Unlimited Blade Works on Netflix. I'm really quite happy with how this chapter turned out.

A heads up, certain factors of the Nasuverse are going to be either tweaked or downright changed for the sake of the plot. So, be prepared for changes to already established knowledge for FSN.

I slipped in a DBZ abridged reference for my fellow Team Four Star fans. It's not exactly subtle so odds are you found it immediately.

Anyway, you know the drill. Did you see something you like? Something you didn't? Let me know and drop a review! Constructive criticism is welcomed but please, no flames.

Anywho, see you next time.