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Saber of Diamonds

Saber held his sword upright, and air slowly began to swirl around it, blowing away the dust that had gathered on its surface.  Despite Archer's excellent aim and the homing capabilities of his bullets, they were redirected besides him, harmlessly striking the wall at the back.

Rider finally reached his quarry, Cincinnati braving the wind that emanated from Saber's sword.  The swords of Ulysses and Saber clashed, but Rider's momentum didn't make Saber step back an inch.  Saber parried the sword strike, and the deities depicted on Saber's sword began to glow blue.  As Saber swung at Rider, the blast of cold air the weapon was emitting was almost enough to unseat Rider from his mount, but Cincinnati pulled back.

Am I commanded to serve my original Master, or the person he became?

Saber shook the thought from his head and began to speak.  "This is my Noble Phantasm, the sword of Taming Sari.  The spirits that possess this blade grant me invulnerability from harm.  Or that's what the legends say, anyway."

((Just a note that that's not 100% the truth.  Skill-wise, all he has is A+ Endurance and Battle Continuation B, which is enough to allow him to stand his ground and continue fighting against all but decisive blows.))

Robin

Robin turned to face the Saber of Diamonds, looking for a way to help out.

Looks like a Saber, he's standing pretty good ground, deflected an Archer's bullets, and is probably the strongest servant I've ever seen.

With that obvious analysis, Robin drew his throwing daggers and Archer of Spades shot dead at Saber of Diamonds. At the same time, Robin threw one of his daggers at Saber of Diamonds, putting and air shield infront of it to smash into Saber's sword arm then let the dagger tipped with ice pierce it.

((The bullet will hit first, obviously))

Archer of Spades

The enemy saber plunged his crooked sword into Archer's left arm, leaving a deep wound. Between grunts he smiled, melting into a silhouette and vanishing into the ground, in which he distanced himself and re-emerged with the wound sealed. Once on solid ground again, he regained balance and drew the musket once more.

Katzensprung.

He aimed straight at the floor and fired. The bullet vanished. Feet away Ulysses was already charging again, this time equipped in his equestrian armor.

Rider

Power... nngh... He backed away. Cincinnati squealed in pain. Ulysses felt his body shiver. There's no way that Archer and I could defeat him alone, and I doubt Caster will be of any help either. I just need power... enough mana to numb the pain and land a critical strike. Just... He clenched his teeth until they rattled under the pressure, pacing his steed from side to side, waiting for an opening. Left, right... left... right. He charged diagonally at top speed, circling around in an attempt to strike from an unprotected angle.

His heart dropped when he heard the rustling of chains around him. You can't trap me that easily! Ulysses briskly leaped from his steed and landed next to Saber, swinging his sword and creating two superficial cuts before backing away to avoid his counterattack. It was only now that he realized his mistake. The steel chains fastened around Cincinnati's legs, forcing the horse to the ground and binding it firmly in place. Saber vanished, reappearing above it with his blade held backhanded. In one fell swoop he tore through Cincinnati's heart, killing him instantly.

Ulysses stared aghast as his steed fell into shining pieces and returned to Sanctum.

Archer

As Saber was executing the horse Archer was preparing a concentrated shot to his skull. Let's make it a magic bullet for good measure. See you in Sanctum, you bloody creep. His eyes flared violet in preparation, but the instant before pulling the trigger his mana rebounded, causing a large shock. Archer dropped the gun and clenched his heart in pain. "Gah... W-what the hell?!" M-mana deficiency!? What's going on? Riza's got plenty of- His thoughts ceased for the moment when he looked up. Riza was on her knees, shivering as a deep blue flame hovered over her heart. Kirin was shouting something at the Clubs- Archer himself couldn't hear clearly. His vision darkened, and his body became numb. He heard something, a mutter in the Rider's voice. He didn't know at the time, but the voice could be heard by anyone in the immediate area.

TOTAL WAR.

He looked back up to the Rider. In his stern eyes there was a furious blue flame. He let out a blood-curdling scream, one matched only by a berserker, and ran straight at the saber like a suicidal madman.

Cody Lazarus

He watched carefully as Rider looked back in fear right as his heart was pierced through. He did not scream; at this point one would doubt of Ulysses' ability to speak at all. All he could do was slowly rest his eyes as the rest of his body began to fade away into a black cloud of ashes. A quiet current of air carried them off.

Archer was on the floor, clutching his heart. Knowing this Caster alone started to calmly walk forward, charging a spell. Saber readied an attack. The entire room, for a single moment, surged with a field of static electricity. Cody felt as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Caster stated his spell firmly. "MJÖLNIR." He pointed his finger. The entire room was flooded in a piercing light as Saber was struck with a massive bolt of lightning.

Dust cleared. The servant was still standing.

"MJÖLNIR." Another strike of equal power. Caster's expression was fierce. Without waiting for a reaction, he stepped forward. "MJÖLNIR! MJÖLNIR! MJÖLNIR!"

The mana cost was high, but at this point nobody took note of it. Over and over, Caster let loose his most powerful lightning spell, each casting more furious and chaotic than the last.

But the servant was still standing.

Marcell Krauss

Marcell stood in the center of the room. He pulled out a vial of arsenic from his coat pocket. Along with it he got out the piece of the Sanctum Key he had won from the war. It was dull, rusty, and pathetic looking now. He used up all of its power creating this wretched labyrinth. And it was all for nothing too.

Ha. How wrong he was to think that this cycle would end. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known his failure was inevitable.

He should’ve known that Ruler was always watching.

Masters and Servants, they were all merely pawns of Ruler’s game. They would never become a king. Yet he tried… and ended descending into a pit of madness. The maze walls reflected his deteriorating state of mind. The constant shifting, winding paths that led to nowhere; it was insanity. It would the future Masters’ problem to deal with.

Marcell knew that the future Masters would end up getting the catalyst eventually. It was bound to happen. Even with Saber’s immense strength and the command he issued him, he was going to be defeated at one point. The war would continue on.

In the end Marcell barely made a scratch on this world. He probably would’ve been happier if he had abandoned his ambitions sooner. Left the mage world. He could’ve done more with his life. Instead here he was. It just wasn't meant to be.

But, despite everything, he held onto a small bit of hope. Perhaps the future Masters would have similar ideals to his; perhaps they would wish to end this pointless war. Maybe they would succeed too. After all, everything has its end.

Marcell opened the vial. After this, the cycle would start again and, well, who knows what would happen.

-

Just before the Servants delivered their final blow to the Saber of Diamonds, a foggy, faded out silhouette appeared in the center of the room. It was just barely visible enough for those present to take notice of it. The silhouette showed a figure of a man raising a vial to the air. A voice could be heard, although it was muffled to a whisper.

”To my servant, Hang Tuah, I once again thank you for your services even if things ended the way they did. And, to the future Masters that may take the path I took...”

"I wish you the best of luck."

The figure drank the liquid in the vial, and the last memory faded away leaving an eerie silence.

Saber

Saber was silent, his eyes closed.  It seemed to be hours before the fatal bolt of lightning struck.  The catalyst rose from the ground, a purple shard of energy.

Robin

Robin slowly walked towards his dagger, picking it up and looking where Saber had taken the last hit.

"Okay."