The moment Scáthach hurled her crimson spear, a figure burst out of the shadows.
Cu Chulainn.
Without hesitation, he swung his own spear, intercepting the incoming projectile mid-flight.
The clash detonated with a violent shockwave.
And he was blown away like a ragdoll.
Even without invoking its Noble Phantasm, Scáthach's spear still hit like a divine punishment.
Across the courtyard, Emiya Shirou had already engaged the swarm of Assassins, blades clashing in a blur.
Cu Chulainn dragged himself up from the ground, coughing.
He stared at the weapon embedded before him—
a matching crimson spear.
His mind blanked out for a second.
Then, a voice he knew better than anyone—
and feared more than almost anything—
whispered at his ear.
"You haven't grown at all, have you?"
His head snapped upward.
And there she stood.
Scáthach.
His teacher.
His executioner.
His everything-terrifying.
"…S-Shishō!?"
"You've gotta be kidding me!
Why the hell are you summoned!?"
This was insane.
Absolutely unfair.
How was he supposed to fight her!?
He immediately leapt back to gain distance.
But Scáthach did not allow it.
"What's this? You don't look pleased to see me."
"Does my presence discomfort you that much?"
Before he could answer, she thrust her spear straight toward his face.
Cu Chulainn recoiled with a strangled yelp.
But she shifted her wrist, the spear snapping down.
Boom.
He was slammed into the ground, pinned like an insect.
Blood splashed from his lips.
Terrifying.
Absolutely terrifying.
And worst of all—
she was summoned in the Lancer class.
His class.
What kind of cosmic joke was that!?
Why did this ancient old hag get to show up as another Lancer!?
Scáthach frowned slightly.
"Hm?"
"You appear dissatisfied."
The tip of her spear shifted, casually pressing against his ear.
Silence fell.
Cu Chulainn broke first.
Mmpf— nope. Not winning this.
He immediately raised both hands in surrender, his face twisting into a sycophantic grin.
"Eheheh… Shishō, could you maybe— take it easy? Please?"
Instant personality shift.
Pathetic.
But necessary.
There was no opponent he feared more than this woman.
While teacher abused student, the battlefield continued.
Shirou had already eliminated the Assassins.
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Meanwhile, Tohsaka Rin engaged Kotomine Kirei head-on.
"Kotomine Kirei!"
"You traitor!"
Rin hurled jewel-crafted spells one after another, explosions tearing through the church grounds.
Kirei evaded gracefully, closing the distance with shocking speed.
For a moment, genuine surprise flickered across his emotionless face.
"Oh? You already know?"
Then he laughed—
cold, triumphant.
"Hahaha. So you've learned the truth."
"How does it feel? Knowing you were raised by your father's murderer for ten years?"
Rin's face darkened.
She didn't answer.
She simply enhanced her body with magecraft—
and lunged.
Her fist arced toward him, bright with reinforced power.
Kirei didn't shy away from close combat.
He was a master of bajiquan, same as her.
But he had no intention of trading blows.
Black Keys materialized in his hand.
He hurled them.
Rin twisted aside, skidding across the stone floor, then shot forward again, fist aimed at his jaw.
She was already in his range.
But Kirei leaned back, easily dodging the punch, amusement curling at his lips.
"Don't forget who taught you that martial art."
"Rin. You're still not qualified."
He retaliated instantly, his fist driving toward her stomach—
—and someone stepped between them.
Kirei froze for a single heartbeat.
"You're alive?"
He didn't get another word.
A fist covered in shimmering runes drove into his gut.
Crack.
Blood burst from his mouth as he was blasted backward, tumbling across the ground.
Rin staggered back, stunned.
Standing before her—
"Bazett?"
Bazett nodded, expression unreadable.
"Long time no see, Rin."
"I didn't expect the version of me in this world to nearly die."
Her tone was half exasperation, half disbelief.
She had been in the Prisma world moments ago.
Then, in a blink—
she'd been dragged here.
And with the transfer came memories.
All of them.
She knew everything that had happened.
So she came straight to the church to kill the man responsible for murdering this world's Bazett.
Kotomine Kirei.
And she arrived just in time.
Rin blinked, recovering.
Right—
this was the Bazett from that world.
But there was no time to chat.
Enemies still stood.
Their eyes met briefly.
Then both women charged.
Bazett was a beast in close quarters.
Even Kirei couldn't overpower her.
Not head-on.
And with Rin backing her up, cutting off every escape angle—
He had no space to breathe.
All he could do was defend, retreat, and desperately search for an opening.
Across the yard, Cu Chulainn spotted Bazett and froze.
Then delight flared in his eyes.
His Master.
Alive.
But that moment of distraction was a mistake.
Scáthach smashed him again.
Blood sprayed.
"How dare you lose focus during battle?"
"It seems you've grown arrogant."
Cu Chulainn coughed violently, panic overtaking pride.
"W-Wait, wait! Shishō, stop!"
"I surrender! I surrender!"
He threw aside his spear.
Not just to show his surrender—
But to prevent Kirei from using a Command Seal on him.
Cunning to the core.
Bazett was here.
There was no point fighting anymore.
Scáthach paused.
Raised a brow.
Then smirked, understanding the ploy instantly.
"I see."
"Very well. We end here."
She spun her spear in a flourish, then walked toward Sakura's position.
On the opposite side, Shirou finished off the remaining Hassans.
He stood silently, watching as two women cornered Kirei.
Kirei finally seized an opening.
He lunged, Black Key aimed straight toward Bazett's heart.
But—
He didn't realize.
The opening had been left for him.
A bait.
Just as the blade was about to pierce flesh, a steel sphere arced through the air.
It landed in Bazett's palm.
Then transformed into a short blade.
Bazett seized the moment.
Her voice rang like a curse:
"Fragarach."
The blade that rewrites fate.
Shink.
Kotomine Kirei was pierced clean through.