This had to be the hardest run Emiya Shirou had in the longest time. Some crazy, wrinkly bastard wearing a suit had stabbed him through the chest, with a cane of all things. He didn't know how he was still alive and he honestly didn't care. This night had started out with insanity; he just knew it when he saw Tohsaka standing in the edge of the field with two blurs clashing in the center. One of them was a white haired man dressed in red and the other was Shirou's assailant and current pursuer.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he muttered to himself as he ran home, "I knew I shouldn't have stayed up watching the History Channel!"
But it was too late; the man was outside the door of his workshop. His shadow loomed over Shirou like a specter as he spoke once more to Shirou in that oh-so-familiar tone. It was a crisp yet robust voice which spoke, "I'm sorry it has to be this way, but don't be afraid to see what you see." With that, he stabbed forth—
—Only for the ground to glow with ethereal golden light and for a figure to spring forth and knock the suited man back, out of the workshop. As the figure turned to Shirou, the light of the moon shone through and illuminated him. It was a man, standing taller than any other man Shirou has met in his life. He wore a garb of a general, only several centuries from the past, with a pale, white wig atop his skull. His powerful jaws clenched as he took in the sight of Shirou.
And then he spoke, "War… An act of violence whose object is to accomplish our will; I am Servant Saber, and you are my Master." Without another word, the man blasted out of the room, clashing with the man in the black suit in Shirou's yard.
"Oh, fascinating, for someone such as yourself to be summoned," the black suited man laughed as he twirled his cane. "I shall introduce myself; it is an honor to greet you as it is. I am the Servant of the Lance… now die for me!"
Saber quickly parried the Lancer's strikes with a thin, almost ornamental blade in one hand in the stance of a swordsman. "Hmph, I know not who you are, Lancer, but you are no match for my might. Give up while you still can!"
"While I take inspiration from the past, like most Americans," the Lancer retorted as he matched Saber on even footing, "I live for the future! B-1 Lancer!"
A grey shape appeared behind him, like a shape emerging from dark waters. It was a powerful shape of metal, a strategic bomber, which flew crashing towards the Saber with awesome speeds that Shirou could barely see.
Yet as it reached Saber, he raised his sword in a titanic show of strength, yelling, "I guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism!" The explosion was spectacular, yet Saber remained unharmed. He raised his blade towards Lancer and roared, "I see you! I know you! Reagan, taste my steel!" He charged, pushing the Lancer, Reagan, back until his back was against the walls.
"Hrm, I see you too, Saber," Reagan laughed as he leapt onto the walls of the Emiya compound, disengaging with ease. "I can recognize those features anywhere, Washington! It's a pity I will have to destroy you… but rejoice! My… Master… does not wish for me to finish any confrontations. I shall see you again, soon. Count on it." With that, he leapt into the air, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
"Wha… what just happened?" Shirou gapped as he rubbed his eyes.
Notes: Not gland erection.