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Fate/Profane Covenant

From Miyama to Shinto, Leaping

@Yukitamas@Raijinslayer

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Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Miyama town.

The enemy had obviously upped the ante a bit in terms of the power she was putting into her attacks, and Raiden did just the same. Each tossed rock met with the shaft of that polearm and was sent hurtling generally back in the direction it had come from. If she wanted to learn about his abilities, then she could learn that attacks on this level were still something he could absolutely handle. After five throws, he hadn't missed one yet, and he was getting closer with each hit.

More than just that. He was picking up speed and flashiness in equal measure, perhaps even revelling in the showiness of the battle. Every hit ended with a flourish, as he landed on a rooftop once again, staying still while Caster prepared her next attack before leaping up to meet it.

No doubt, it was a fool's way of fighting... Had he been swinging his spear with his feet just now?! At this point, his movement was such a rapid blur that it was impossible to say.

Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Fuyuki Bridge.

"Hah! Anything else?!" Constantly picking up speed, each jump took Raiden noticeably further than the last. And yet that was completely counteracted by the fact that he came to a dead stop for a few seconds each time. He wasn't someone who prioritized efficiency, but that was his strength in its own way. He felt the sixth coming, crouched, and leapt again.

The returning course of the rocks was no longer so random, now. If she was going to harass him endlessly like this while he crossed the city, it was only fair for him to return the favour a bit, yeah?

The sixth stone clipped a satellite dish near where the pair were hovering, melting supports and sending it tumbling into the street below.

The seventh hurtled past them, close enough for Kairi to feel the heat radiating off of it.

After that, each one was aimed straight for Caster. Her own firecrackers careening through the air to return to their maker. Really, if she was any good as a magus, she could effortlessly deal with her own spell, but that was fine. It was the principle of the thing, really.

Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Shinto town.

The buildings here were taller. Despite leaping dozens of meters into the air to strike the twelfth stone, Lancer only needed to fall a few feet to land on top of the nearest skyscraper. He took a breath, feeling the cold night air across his skin. He may have only been allowed to walk around during the night, but that was still fine. It felt nice. He closed his eyes.

Hm? The next one is...

For a fool, Raiden had one hell of a brain. At the release of the new shot, which, compared to the rest, burned dimly enough to be almost undetectable, he moved just the same. In that moment, before he felt the presence of the stone, what he thought was hey, where's the attack I was expecting?

His opponent didn't seem to be much of a warrior in the traditional sense, and he already had a "feel" for how and when she would act. Even if he couldn't predict what kind of magecraft this woman was using, he could definitely predict her throws.

Clang.

As the explosion began to simmer within that stone, it was repelled, flying backwards into the burning shot that had followed it. A collision to negate both attacks in a midair blast once they came together. Destroying two stones with one stone, so to say. Just as Caster had wished, a burst of light filled the sky, along with smoke and ash from the bullet-like stone.

But in the midst of all that, where was Lancer? Where had he landed? Was he somehow obscured behind the debris and smoke from that explosion just now..? No, surely if that were the case, it would only take a simple spell to see through it.

On the rooftop near to Caster, where the satellite dish had fallen, concrete shattered. No doubt, someone had just jumped from that spot. Even with the abilities he had shown so far, for him to make it this close so quickly was absolutely beyond expectations.

Caster's attention should definitely have turned to that rooftop, where magical energy and sound were radiating. If Lancer had lunged from there to make a direct attack, she would only have a fraction of an instant to ready countermeasures to protect herself and her Master.

Of course, he hadn't. His noisy leap from there had been completely horizontal, sending himself instantly to another rooftop, and from there...

Another leap, silently this time, without shattering the rooftop beneath his feet. He cut through the air like a spear, and his spear cut through the air like--well, you get the idea. Before the magus' eyes could fully register that there was no one coming at her from the first rooftop, he was in the air behind her, thrusting that huge weapon at her body. There was no way to stop grinning as he attacked with blinding speed.

"Was that fun? You've got a hell of an arm on you, Caster!"

...Doesn't shouting like that ruin the main point of a surprise attack, Raiden?

Fate/Profane Covenant

Riverside Workshop, Southern Moor

@hatakekuro

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Oh. My hands aren't shaking anymore.

Thinking back, Fiore wasn't sure they had been shaking since she had arrived in Fuyuki, or even before that. She was sure they had used to, but that was a different time, now. Things were finally in motion. She and Caster had already made their opening moves, as small as they might have been.

Yggdmillennia's last fighter knelt in the yardspace behind the building she had appropriated for her base. Through the handful of trees that grew on this side of the river, she could vaguely see and hear rushing water. The stream that divided this battlefield in two. The division between Shinto and the area firmly controlled by them. In the air around her, she could faintly feel the presence of her Servant's magical energy permeating. That man wasn't a real magus, but he had still created a workshop for himself, in a manner of speaking. Her power, meanwhile, radiated in the ground beneath them. Burying spells into the ground and calling spirits to dwell there marked the beginnings of her fortifications.

It was better to be ready for anything. Now that the sun had set, anyone could pay them a visit. They had to be sure there was a solid welcome in store.

"Caster, please join me in the yard." She communicated through their mental link. Even though he was her Servant, it seemed she tended to be polite. He was older than her, after all. "That's enough writing for the moment. I'm really happy with the progress you've made so far."

While she waited for Carroll, Fiore unconsciously fingered the glasses in her breast pocket. It hadn't been long enough for any real new information to be recorded in them, but she wanted to wear them again. By the time she had found it, the spirit inside had already been past the point of communication, but it was still...

Something pointless to think about. There were things they needed to take care of. Once Caster was with her, they could start work on the yard. More pressing than that, in a way, was the other matter she needed to ask him.

"I have priorities in this war. There are people who need to pay for what they've done... But if we make it to the end and win for real." She hoped this was a tactful way to ask. "Well, what would you ask the Holy Grail for?"

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On a Walk Through Miyama

@Turboshitter@Yukitamas@Raijinslayer

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By the time their circuit of the Eastern side of Fuyuki was finished, it was finally night. Raiden was someone who could respect rules and wait his turn, but all the same, he had been eager for things to finally get rolling.

"Perfect survival machine, huh? Not sure why you'd want to turn into something like that, but it's working for you style-wise." The ginger afro was another matter, but mentioning that now could throw off the energy of their whole night. Still invisible, he drifted alongside the magus and spoke noiselessly to him.

If nothing else, all that business about being an unkillable reptile meant Berzinsky was a Master who could watch his own back. That meant Lancer was free to, as ordered, 'hunt' for opponents in the surrounding area. There were the echoes of a few Servants' presences in the districts they had passed through...

But it seemed someone else had made the choice for them!

Raiden could feel the magical energy hurtling towards them. It was a long-range attack from someone he could barely see. A Heroic Spirit who was hiding herself in the distance. There was no telling what bizarre powers the projectile might have been harbouring, but it didn't exactly have the 'vibe' of a kill-shot.

Maybe whoever fired it wasn't so bad!

"Better stand back, boss!" Telepathically, he spoke once more. There was no telling if Berzinsky was aware of what was coming, but the Servant was the first to react. There was the electric shimmer of a Servant's body materializing on the sidewalk. A flawless body with tense, bent legs. Raiden jumped, leaving an explosion of shredded concrete in his wake.

He didn't finish materializing until he was already tearing into the sky. Golden hair whipped in the overwhelming wind as Lancer flew on a direct path to meet the projectile. Rather than just leaping, he was spinning. A thunderbolt had been let loose in the sky over Miyama.

As the distance between the two flying objects decreased, those eyes could properly make visual contact with it.

Oh! That's a--

Didn't people in the West have a name for this sort of thing? It was on the tip of his tongue.

Well, whatever.

An enormous length of platinum-white metal materialized in his hand, crackling with magical energy, its massive double-edged blade gleaming in the starlight. The feeling was new, but familiar. Raiden gripped his spear loosely as the distance between himself and the stone approached zero, preparing to swing.

Or rather, he had already swung.

Even if Caster's Clairvoyant eyes were watching with anticipation of the moment Lancer would collide with her ball, they may still have been surprised to find that a nigh-imperceptible strike from the spear had reached it while there were still more than two metres between them. Even if it couldn't be registered until after the fact, there was no mistaking that the spearman had released a first-rate attack, slamming the haft of the spear into the stone.

It wasn't as though Lancer was clueless when it came to this sort of magecraft. The runes on the rock could have meant anything--an explosion of fire, tendrils of mud, waves of ice. It could have been called foolish to face an unknown magical attack head-on, but if he knocked it hundreds of metres away before it had the chance to be triggered, then it wouldn't be a problem.

Like the clear ringing of a bell, a metallic sound echoed over Miyama. The rune-ball was sent flying back in the general direction of Shinto. There didn't seem to be much effort to aim it back at Caster specifically in this case. Rather, he was focused on knocking it out of the park.

Barring any surprising developments, Lancer let the rapid rotation of his body unwind, landing stylishly on a drug store rooftop a few blocks from the spot where he and Berzinsky had been standing. He twirled his polearm in one hand, letting it diffuse back into a transient blaze of magical energy before putting a palm on his hip and raising his other hand to shade his eyes a bit, squinting into the distant sky above Shinto town.

When under attack from an enemy with such power and range, the smart thing to do was try to close the distance and quickly and safely as possible, or, failing that, take cover and hope they lose interest. Raiden did neither, taking a stance on the roof where he had landed, tilting his head as if to say what was that all about? Really, he was inviting her to come over, or at least throw him something cooler.

If the enemy had attacked them from Shinto, they must have had great eyesight, right? If they could see his face, then they could see him winking.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Riverside Workshop, Southern Moor

@hatakekuro

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"Thank you. This is probably the last real moment of rest I'll have for a while, so I appreciate it." Making sure the door was shut behind her, Fiore sighed, taking a seat and tilting her head at the tea set. Even though Caster was working alone here, he had..? "Ah, it seems like you have plenty of useful attributes."

Adding a bit of sugar, the magus took a cup. The ability to calculate the future was something that could be crucially useful in its own way. "Even if I had summoned some legend like Achilles, there's nothing he would be able to do except go head-to-head with the enemy. The direct approach won't always work, especially against monsters like the Three Families of Fuyuki."

The tea was good... Of the various leaves brought from Trifas, he had even calculated which brand she most liked to drink on days preceding stressful undertakings. Yeah, this was a Servant she could work well with, even if he was a little odd at times. Of course, if his mind was that sharp... "Can you tell I'm trying to praise you?" Fiore let out a quiet, awkward laugh, and tried to smile. "Sorry. It's because next I'm going to start working you as hard as possible. That 'Enchant' ability of yours is only as strong as the man-hours you put into it, right?"

Resting her feet but not her mind had definitely been the best way to put it. Since the moment she had confirmed Carroll possessed the same sort of ability that Shakespeare was known for winning subspecies wars with, her mind had been at work trying to figure out the best way to apply it. While over half the shelves in the room were filled with literature of Caster's choice, two short cabinets near the window had been filled by Fiore personally--and every book inside was completely blank. An author needed somewhere to write, after all.

"I have to focus on my own craft, so I can't hold your hand through this part. The items in question will be sent up here individually." Fiore was the sort of person who often came off as inexperienced and overly kind, but if Caster was so good at calculating, he damn well better have been able to calculate that she wasn't about to let him slack off.

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Miyama Town

@Turboshitter

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There was really no time for slacking off, apparently.

It would have been pleasant to walk through Japanese streets on his own two feet again after nearly 200 years, but Lancer wasn't in material form. He followed his Master as the wind, passing through buildings and cars, focusing primarily on detecting the presence of any nearby Servants while giving a half-thought to the mage's mutterings about Japanese culture.

His Master was obviously prepared to fight in the Grail War itself, but Lancer couldn't help but feel that he wasn't particularly ready to operate in this country. "We like them because they kill bugs and ward away sickness. If people knew there were mages peeping through the little critters' eyes, they might think twice." It must have truly appeared to any outsider that the foreigner was talking to himself, because Raiden's voice was only audible inside his Master's own mind. He was still unsure exactly what sort of man he was dealing with, so he actually put a bit of energy into explaining this. "Finding a gecko in your home's a sign of good fortune, and you should never ever kill one or drive it away. If you don't know stuff like that, Master, then I should be doing the shopping in your stead!"

The Lancer's invisible presence followed Berzinsky as he moved away from the small businesses and into the housing section of Miyama town. Even in the hour since they had first started pet-shopping, the energy of the city had changed and grown stronger. Most of them weren't close enough to be fully made out, but more Masters had definitely summoned their Servants during that time. The tournament would be starting soon.

"...We have a lot of matches ahead of us."

He wasn't exactly groaning. Judging by his tone, Raiden was looking forward to them.

"Before the evening rush starts, tell me something, boss." He continued, not sure if this was some kind of sore spot for the man. "Why lizards? No matter how you look at it, you're even more into them than we are."

Some people just had their weird obsessions, right?

Fate/Profane Covenant

Riverside Workshop, Southern Moor

@hatakekuro

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This was right around the time they would have done it, if things had been different. Fiore would be in Trifas, with her brother and the rest of their clan. That night, they would've summoned their heroes and made a miracle happen. It would've been scary, turning her back on everyone at the Clock Tower, but she would've been surrounded by people she had faith in. This was much worse. This was all wrong. The people she had been standing beside were gone--either dead or under house arrest for the crime of conspiracy against the Mage's Association.

The true crime would be not finishing what they had started.

Instead of Trifas, she was in Fuyuki, hiding in a vacant building that overlooked the river Mion from its East bank. It wasn't dilapidated, but even after setting up a workshop in the basement, the whole place felt pointedly alien to her. Not home-like in the slightest. Still, it was a well-balanced location that served her nature as a magus about as well as any Eastern land could, while also meeting her other requirements. That, of course, included a Study where her Servant could do his work.

It had been a gamble, summoning someone like this. His page on the Wiki was so small that Fiore wasn't certain if he had ever actually been summoned before or if it was just one of those filler pages with a smattering of speculation. The fact that it was so unclear was just another example of how unusable the Wiki was, but everyone who had made it to this point was hopefully past the point of needing to use something like that. When it came to "Author" Heroic Spirits like Shakespeare and Dickens, they had the major advantage of being relatively young and therefore easier to obtain a catalyst for. Even if that auction for Cúchulainn's right boot was legitimate, word would've travelled quickly if she had gotten involved. Staying beneath the Three Founders' radar for the moment was key. As for why she had chosen this man in particular...

It had been a hunch about what sort of abilities he would have, and in Fiore's eyes, it had paid off. He wasn't strong in the way that a warrior like Beowulf, or even a witch like Circe was strong, but with him by her side, she could win. He could get her across the finish line.

A hand that wasn't trembling in the slightest rested on the knob, then pushed open the door to the study.

"Caster--!"

Actually, there was a hand pulling on that door from the other side as well. Fiore stepped back with a start, but it was too late. The surprise and the extra force applied to the door had been enough to send the being on the other side falling flat on its behind.

"Ah..."

Stunned into silence for just long enough that it began to feel awkward, Fiore collected herself as quickly as she could and extended a hand. The homunculus was already halfway to his feet at that point, so what followed couldn't properly be described as helping him up, per se, but he took it nonetheless.

"Sorry, Goro. I'm just here to see Caster. You can go." She did her best to make eye contact with him while she spoke. It was hard, knowing what he was and what would have to happen to him, but she couldn't be a coward. Not anymore.

She imagined the homunculus had been sent by her Servant to fetch something or other, as he had been assigned to be the Caster's attendant, but since he hadn't been prompted to explain what he was up to, he just bowed and left the room without another word. As soon as he moved down the hallway, the homunculus standing guard--Either Gordon or Gordius. Fiore couldn't really tell those two apart--Left his post and trailed behind. They both walked with the same steady, balanced gait.

At least they don't have much in the way of personality, she thought to herself, hopefully.

Fiore took a deep breath, looking her Caster up and down. His Parameters were... Certainly telling of the function he was meant to serve. She had provided this study, and given him leave to furnish it with anything that could be reasonably obtained. Every artist had different things that would inspire them to work, after all. "Are you settling in all right, Caster? Tonight will be the start of everything, meaning this place could be attacked at any moment... And, well, I'm not strong enough to protect you yet."

She half-smiled, wondering if it would really come to that.

No, if things went to plan, that was definitely how their war would end.

As long as her legs still worked, she would keep moving forwards.

Fate/Profane Covenant

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Fate/Profane Covenant

For Days

Fiore Forvedge

Female ~ Lawful Good

History

The most promising magus of the Yggdmillenia clan. Even if her family's state was mediocre from the start, it seemed that Fiore's life was filled with blessings from an early age. She was talented, smart, and lucky, with inexplicably strong magic circuits. Between herself and her brother, Caules, it was clear which one of them had the capabilities to carry on the family's crest within the greater clan. This fact was set in stone when, at a young age, Caules' magic circuits malfunctioned, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. It was something that could only be cured at the cost of stripping him of his abilities as a magus, and yet...

"You're not the one who's carrying our family's hope, so why..?"

She definitely had that thought whenever she looked at him, even if she was never able to say it. While Fiore progressed, Caules was at her side, following alone as a third-rate magus to the end. It was something she could never understand.

Their plans, their home. All were eventually shattered. Darnic's words about a future for their clan were snuffed out by force, and many lives were lost. Caules had been among them. The Mystic Code she had built in order to make up for his paralysis hadn't been enough, and he had been slaughtered trying to protect that scheming old man. When it became clear that Yggdmillenia had been hiding the Grail with plans to succeed from the Mage's Association, the survivors were made to bow their heads, forsake their names, and swear off their clan. The various magi who had made up its ranks dispersed, with no other choice than to let their individual families fade away over the coming generations. Yggdmillenia was dead, and yet... There were still a few who turned to the second-in-command with hope in their eyes.

For the ones they have lost, and for the ones still fighting, they weren't finished yet. Neither was she.

Personality

A kind and polite sort of magus, at least in terms of voice and expression. If there was one thing she lacked in comparison to her brother, it was the "heart" of a mage. In the end, her willingness to make sacrifices is low.

Not that any of that matters now. As a result of the current circumstances, the question of whether or not she is the right person for the job is irrelevant. She's already standing here, after all, and she can only move forwards. A resolve exists that was not present in the timeline of Fate/Apocrypha.

Regarding her feelings on the mages following her, they are a bit out-of-sync. For Fiore, this battle is not about her pride as a Yggdmillenia, or fulfilling her family's dream. It's much more personal than any of that.

Magical Information

Quality of Circuits: B+ (Exceedingly high affinity with spirits.)

Quantity of Circuits: B

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Attribute: Dwelling

General Knowledge: Everything basic that a magus should be expected to know. Since most of this falls outside her field of highest effectiveness, Fiore's aptitude for it is average at best, but she's been grinding away to sharpen her skills all the same.

Spiritual Evocation (Eulyphis): The pride of the Forvedge. Summoning of spiritual beings and instigation of spiritual possession. In this single field, Fiore is an abnormal monster whose mind seems to soar higher with each passing moment. Rather than allowing a spirit to possess her directly, Fiore primarily uses spells to house them within objects, most notably Mystic Codes. There are various other uses, such as acquiring lingering memories and binding or banishing spirits.

Mystic Code Engineering: Capable of crafting various sorts of items, primarily out of metal, Fiore puts a combination of practical and magical knowledge to use to assemble various tools and weapons. Highly efficient under pressure, but spirits are always required as the lynchpin of a design.

Alchemy: Transmutation and flow of matter. Not a field for which Fiore has high aptitude, but she learned some all the same. Acquiring a broad range of knowledge from different foundations is the only point of joining Clan Yggdmillenia, after all. At this level, it isn't good for much other than meddling with simple chemical processes and reshaping metal for ease of construction during various projects.

Mystic Codes

Bronze-Link Manipulator (Branches): An exoskeletal mecha-armor. It consists of six prosthetic arms equipped to Fiore's back. An incredibly high-level combat Mystic code that can automatically deflect attacks while simultaneously firing bolts of mana or slashing and crushing at close-range. Originally designed by her for someone who lacked working legs, it is naturally more useful when one is capable of standing unassisted and letting all six arms take an active role. Modified and improved after Caules' death, four of its arms contain animal spirits, while the other two contain the spirits of vicious killers. In other words, the former favour quick reactions and defence while the latter possess more complex offensive movements and precise attacks. At this point, it is more than a match for that Supreme Mystic Code of flowing mercury under most circumstances.

Bronze-Link Manipulator (Roots): Something Fiore was working on, not finished in time for her brother to ever see it. A counterpart to the six arms: a centaur-like hexapedal extension to the lower body. Rather than being useful in combat, the Roots' strong point is overland mobility. Modern cars couldn't even compare. Overflowing with animal spirits, it is a Mystic Code that carries an urge to run like no other. Even a Heroic Spirit might lose in a footrace to Fiore, at least when it comes to energy-efficient long-distance travel. While obviously inferior to the Branches when it comes to battle, it does have defensive functions, as well as a single canon. As a siege-type weapon, its individual heavy shots are somewhat superior to the rapid fire of the Branches, at least when it comes to bringing down defences.

Sky-Glass Blue Receiver: Mystic Code to be worn over the eyes. Appears as a pair of silver goggles, but it seems that the silver sections were added onto a base object: a pair of bifocals with one lens cracked. Contains the spirit of a magus who was once the item's owner. That spirit itself is unremarkable, but for some reason Fiore seems to have worked quite hard to make it useful. While worn, the lowest level of Spiritual Evocation magecraft is activated on an exceedingly large scale. The most minor spirits, those of insects and vermin, are contacted en-masse to serve as a city-wide information network, passing along data to be received by the user. Because of the limited intellect those spirits possess, there are various systems in place to make the information as useable as possible, interpreting it from the basic sensations of bugs and rats.

Auxiliary Squad "Musik Notes": Not something of Fiore's own making--although she did give them their designation when they arrived in Japan. This support squad, sent from a certain family allied with Fiore's interests, consists of a dozen homunculi. Among them, 8 are built for physical superiority and armed with medieval-style weaponry mystic codes, 3 are equipped with high-level magic circuits and simple magecraft such as "repair" and "break", while the last is something special. This final homunculus contains the pieces of a pair of subspecies Lesser Grails, and has already been aligned in advance with the Fuyuki Greater Grail's systems. In other words, it is a chance to sweep the ritual out from beneath the Einzbern's feet.

Realm Seed "Irminsul": An ultimate weapon, conceptualized a century ago and completed vengefully after the fall of Yggdmillenia. The spirits of numerous slain magi writhe within, their hatred growing with each passing day. For now, it is something that can be easily transported, and functions as a sort of composite repository of knowledge and a magical energy reactor. The thaumaturgical foundations of various foundations are held within, and can theoretically be accessed and activated with high effectiveness. That utility is hardly the point, however.

When it is finally allowed to germinate, it will become a weapon that usurps the land and magical preparations from an enemy, using the processing power of the Yggdmillenia magi to analyze a workshop and take control of it. Functionally an "offensive siege weapon", it was assembled with the Three Families in mind, particularly the Second Owner's control of Miyama town. Once control of the surrounding terrain has been wrested from the enemy and their defences have been deactivated or inverted, Irminsul will begin drawing tremendous amounts of mana from the ground, functioning as a highly destructive ether cannon capable of annihilating a workshop.

Perhaps she believes this is what they would have wanted.

Nonmagical Assets

Clan Yggdmillenia Remnants (Support): Like any communication device, it's the people on the other end that give this phone its value. It's not like these are the only survivors of the clan's fall. Rather, this is a combination of those who truly felt loyalty to one another, and those whose families were in such a sorry state that they would be doomed if not for this last hope. A number of such families have secretly pledged their support to Fiore in the hope that she can reclaim what was lost and bring glory to Yggdmillenia once more. To that end, any number of them might be contacted with requests for various support items, although they can't afford to travel to Fuyuki themselves under current circumstances. Whoever they might be, they've staked their hopes and dreams on Fiore's plan. She won't let them down, and they'll offer her the same courtesy.

Fate/Profane Covenant

T H U N ☆ D E R

Lancer

The Thunderbolt of Tōmi

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Raiden Tameemon

Male ◇ Chaotic Good ◇ Man ◇ Manly

History
A boy from a modest farming family. In his youth, the only thing that stood out about him was his incredible stature. This boy possessed a body that could have been deemed perfect, and while attending a Sumo class for children, his talent was scouted. If it was for the sake of supporting his family and hometown, there was no question he would travel as far as needed and hone his skills.

As a wrestler, he was nicknamed "Raiden," meaning "thunderbolt," for his incredible swiftness and record-time victories. Before long, that name would ring out across all of Japan. He became known as a man who would not be defeated.

For political reasons, he was never promoted to the highest rank of Yokozuna. However, that was not his concern. Even if he was not recognized by the Sumo Association, he was recognized by the people. Today, that man is still known as the greatest in Sumo.

Personality
He'll carry the pride of a star athlete to the very end. It's not a matter of being conceited. He simply feels the weight of the people's expectations and responds accordingly, maintaining a "cool" code of conduct no matter what. Even if he showboats a little, it's all for the sake of the people who matter to him. If his Master ordered him to do something like murder an innocent child to extract magical energy, he would unquestionably aim to tear off that magus' arm before they could use a command seal, then crush their skull. However, as long as he can find even a single reason to respect his Master, he will entrust them with his back and promise them victory with a smile.

Unexpectedly, it seems he takes the idea of concealing his identity quite seriously. Manifesting a spear, wearing slightly more than just a mawashi, and appearing in a younger body from before he cut his hair and gained 200 pounds... These things are all a result of Raiden's keen interest in not being recognized, or so it seems.

Parameters
◇ Strength B+

◇ Agility A

◇ Endurance C

◇ Mana D

◇ Luck A

Class Skills
◇ Magic Resistance (D): Protection that negates hostile spells and magical effects below a certain rank. At such a low rank, only a single-action spell can be cancelled.

Personal Skills
◇ Mind's Eye (True) (B): The capacity to detect and avoid danger in battle while pushing onward to victory. Not a supernatural sixth sense or innate talent--simply applied combat experience. Raiden, who fought in 35 tournaments and sought out countless other bouts in his free time, is constantly predicting his enemy's movements. Even if the chance of winning is only 1%, he will grasp it.

◇ Natural Body (A-): The possession of a perfect body as a living being since birth. Even as a young boy, it was Raiden's incredible physique and stature which caused him to be noticed by Urakaze. As a Servant, he can temporarily add a plus modifier to his STR. However, the function of this Skill to "prevent weight gain regardless of lifestyle choices" has been sealed for Raiden. While a spirit has no need of food, he would definitely end up with "a physique more fitting for Sumo" if given access to an all-you-can-eat buffet.

◇ Showmanship (Combat) (A): The ability to display an overwhelming charisma and sense of style in combat. With his words and actions, there's no way Raiden will ever fail to get a crowd on his side during a match. At rank A, it can develop into something of a feedback loop in which being perceived by others, even enemies, leads to an increase in power, which draws more attention in turn. Even if anyone else would say "the most efficient way is always the best way," Raiden disagrees, and never budges on the issue. He won't settle for just getting things done like a normal person, but the success rate of his actions in combat is somehow ridiculously high as a result.

◇ Ōzumō (A++): Mastery of Sumo-style wrestling at the highest level. Flips, throws, grabs, etc. If Raiden is legendary for anything, it is for his mastery of this art, and the supreme rank of this skill reflects that fact. Because the objective in this case is to kill the enemy rather than force them to the mat or outside the ring, it may not be recognizable to some, but Sumo is still Sumo--it's just a matter of the Grail War being a no-holds-barred affair. Since that's the case, he'll even use the Ultimate Finisher Moves that were forbidden by the Sumo Association during his fights.

In the end, though, it's not like Sumo is an efficient method of defeating an opponent when compared to other martial arts.

No, it is a ceremony for the blessings of the gods.

It is a ceremony for the blessings of the people. There is no better way of fighting.

At this rank, it is equal parts fighting style and divine protection. As long as Sumo runs through his veins, Raiden will never lose. His mind, spirit, and fortune remain utterly unshakable.

Noble Phantasms
☆ Peerless Raijin Storm
Like Lightning in the Ring
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0
Targets: 1
Description: When it came to Raiden's victories, there were some who blinked and missed them. He is the one who was called a thunderbolt. A god of lightning. There can be no doubt that the title was deserved. He may not have been born with any divinity or blessing, but if the people of Japan cry out for a thunderstorm, he'll never disappoint the crowd.

In its sealed state, this Noble Phantasm appears as a long spear of brilliant white iron. The fact that he carries this "thunderbolt" in his hands is the sole reason why Raiden was able to enter into the Lancer class. Despite obviously never being recorded as using a spear in his matches, it seems that he's quite comfortable using this weapon. It is nothing more than a crystallization of his fame and prowess, after all. He is able to seamlessly incorporate it as a finisher for his Sumo techniques, and it is even possible to deal additional electrical damage when striking with it.

However, that is not the proper way to use this Noble Phantasm. The only reason Raiden would ever wield that spear is for the sake of concealing his identity. The weapon is nothing more than a shell to contain the power that dwells within Raiden's own body. Once this Noble Phantasm is released, the pale imitation of a thunderbolt will vanish, and true lightning will course through his body, drawing out the incredible power and speed that made this man into a legend. If his travelling speed were compared to the greatest here of the Trojan War, he would definitely come out two or three steps behind, but Raiden will never stop pushing forwards. The thunder and lightning can run wild, making it possible to deal partial damage with a missed attack, or hurl bolts of electricity at distant foes. Of course, it's necessary to fight bare-handed once this effect is active, but that's anything but a problem for Raiden, whose lightning-filled limbs could clash against the strongest holy sword if he needed them to. With his name engraved in hearts across Japan, that farmer's son from Tōmi could even crush a monster from the Age of Gods.

■■■■ For Days

Fiore Forvedge

Female ~ Lawful Good

History

The most promising magus of the Yggdmillenia clan. Even if her family's state was mediocre from the start, it seemed that Fiore's life was filled with blessings from an early age. She was talented, smart, and lucky, with inexplicably strong magic circuits. Between herself and her brother, Caules, it was clear which one of them had the capabilities to carry on the family's crest within the greater clan. This fact was set in stone when, at a young age, Caules' magic circuits malfunctioned, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. It was something that could only be cured at the cost of stripping him of his abilities as a magus, and yet...

"You're not the one who's carrying our family's hope, so why..?"

She definitely had that thought whenever she looked at him, even if she was never able to say it. While Fiore progressed, Caules was at her side, following alone as a third-rate magus to the end. It was something she could never understand.

Their plans, their home. All were eventually shattered. Darnic's words about a future for their clan were snuffed out by force, and many lives were lost. Caules had been among them. The Mystic Code she had built in order to make up for his paralysis hadn't been enough, and he had been slaughtered trying to protect that scheming old man. When it became clear that Yggdmillenia had been hiding the Grail with plans to succeed from the Mage's Association, the survivors were made to bow their heads, forsake their names, and swear off their clan. The various magi who had made up its ranks dispersed, with no other choice than to let their individual families fade away over the coming generations. Yggdmillenia was dead, and yet... There were still a few who turned to the second-in-command with hope in their eyes.

For the ones they have lost, and for the ones still fighting, they weren't finished yet. Neither was she.

Personality

A kind and polite sort of magus, at least in terms of voice and expression. If there was one thing she lacked in comparison to her brother, it was the "heart" of a mage. In the end, her willingness to make sacrifices is low.

Not that any of that matters now. As a result of the current circumstances, the question of whether or not she is the right person for the job is irrelevant. She's already standing here, after all, and she can only move forwards. A resolve exists that was not present in the timeline of Fate/Apocrypha.

Regarding her feelings on the mages following her, they are a bit out-of-sync. For Fiore, this battle is not about her pride as a Yggdmillenia, or fulfilling her family's dream. It's much more personal than any of that.

Magical Information

Quality of Circuits: B+ (Exceedingly high affinity with spirits.)

Quantity of Circuits: B

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Attribute: Dwelling

General Knowledge: Everything basic that a magus should be expected to know. Since most of this falls outside her field of highest effectiveness, Fiore's aptitude for it is average at best, but she's been grinding away to sharpen her skills all the same.

Spiritual Evocation (Eulyphis): The pride of the Forvedge. Summoning of spiritual beings and instigation of spiritual possession. In this single field, Fiore is an abnormal monster whose mind seems to soar higher with each passing moment. Rather than allowing a spirit to possess her directly, Fiore primarily uses spells to house them within objects, most notably Mystic Codes. There are various other uses, such as acquiring lingering memories and binding or banishing spirits.

Mystic Code Engineering: Capable of crafting various sorts of items, primarily out of metal, Fiore puts a combination of practical and magical knowledge to use to assemble various tools and weapons. Highly efficient under pressure, but spirits are always required as the lynchpin of a design.

Alchemy: Transmutation and flow of matter. Not a field for which Fiore has high aptitude, but she learned some all the same. Acquiring a broad range of knowledge from different foundations is the only point of joining Clan Yggdmillenia, after all. At this level, it isn't good for much other than meddling with simple chemical processes and reshaping metal for ease of construction during various projects.

Mystic Codes

Bronze-Link Manipulator (Branches): An exoskeletal mecha-armor. It consists of six prosthetic arms equipped to Fiore's back. An incredibly high-level combat Mystic code that can automatically deflect attacks while simultaneously firing bolts of mana or slashing and crushing at close-range. Originally designed by her for someone who lacked working legs, it is naturally more useful when one is capable of standing unassisted and letting all six arms take an active role. Modified and improved after Caules' death, four of its arms contain animal spirits, while the other two contain the spirits of vicious killers. In other words, the former favour quick reactions and defence while the latter possess more complex offensive movements and precise attacks. At this point, it is more than a match for that Supreme Mystic Code of flowing mercury under most circumstances.

Bronze-Link Manipulator (Roots): Something Fiore was working on, not finished in time for her brother to ever see it. A counterpart to the six arms: a centaur-like hexapedal extension to the lower body. Rather than being useful in combat, the Roots' strong point is overland mobility. Modern cars couldn't even compare. Overflowing with animal spirits, it is a Mystic Code that carries an urge to run like no other. Even a Heroic Spirit might lose in a footrace to Fiore, at least when it comes to energy-efficient long-distance travel. While obviously inferior to the Branches when it comes to battle, it does have defensive functions, as well as a single canon. As a siege-type weapon, its individual heavy shots are somewhat superior to the rapid fire of the Branches, at least when it comes to bringing down defences.

Sky-Glass Blue Receiver: Mystic Code to be worn over the eyes. Appears as a pair of silver goggles, but it seems that the silver sections were added onto a base object: a pair of bifocals with one lens cracked. Contains the spirit of a magus who was once the item's owner. That spirit itself is unremarkable, but for some reason Fiore seems to have worked quite hard to make it useful. While worn, the lowest level of Spiritual Evocation magecraft is activated on an exceedingly large scale. The most minor spirits, those of insects and vermin, are contacted en-masse to serve as a city-wide information network, passing along data to be received by the user. Because of the limited intellect those spirits possess, there are various systems in place to make the information as useable as possible, interpreting it from the basic sensations of bugs and rats.

Auxiliary Squad "Musik Notes": Not something of Fiore's own making--although she did give them their designation when they arrived in Japan. This support squad, sent from a certain family allied with Fiore's interests, consists of a dozen homunculi. Among them, 8 are built for physical superiority and armed with medieval-style weaponry mystic codes, 3 are equipped with high-level magic circuits and simple magecraft such as "repair" and "break", while the last is something special. This final homunculus contains the pieces of a pair of subspecies Lesser Grails, and has already been aligned in advance with the Fuyuki Greater Grail's systems. In other words, it is a chance to sweep the ritual out from beneath the Einzbern's feet.

Realm Seed "Irminsul": An ultimate weapon, conceptualized a century ago and completed vengefully after the fall of Yggdmillenia. The spirits of numerous slain magi writhe within, their hatred growing with each passing day. For now, it is something that can be easily transported, and functions as a sort of composite repository of knowledge and a magical energy reactor. The thaumaturgical foundations of various foundations are held within, and can theoretically be accessed and activated with high effectiveness. That utility is hardly the point, however.

When it is finally allowed to germinate, it will become a weapon that usurps the land and magical preparations from an enemy, using the processing power of the Yggdmillenia magi to analyze a workshop and take control of it. Functionally an "offensive siege weapon", it was assembled with the Three Families in mind, particularly the Second Owner's control of Miyama town. Once control of the surrounding terrain has been wrested from the enemy and their defences have been deactivated or inverted, Irminsul will begin drawing tremendous amounts of mana from the ground, functioning as a highly destructive ether cannon capable of annihilating a workshop.

Perhaps she believes this is what they would have wanted.

Nonmagical Assets

Clan Yggdmillenia Remnants (Support): Like any communication device, it's the people on the other end that give this phone its value. It's not like these are the only survivors of the clan's fall. Rather, this is a combination of those who truly felt loyalty to one another, and those whose families were in such a sorry state that they would be doomed if not for this last hope. A number of such families have secretly pledged their support to Fiore in the hope that she can reclaim what was lost and bring glory to Yggdmillenia once more. To that end, any number of them might be contacted with requests for various support items, although they can't afford to travel to Fuyuki themselves under current circumstances. Whoever they might be, they've staked their hopes and dreams on Fiore's plan. She won't let them down, and they'll offer her the same courtesy.

Fate/Profane Covenant

T H U N ☆ D E R

Lancer

The Thunderbolt of Tōmi

- - - - -

Raiden Tameemon

Male ◇ Chaotic Good ◇ Man ◇ Manly

History
A boy from a modest farming family. In his youth, the only thing that stood out about him was his incredible stature. This boy possessed a body that could have been deemed perfect, and while attending a Sumo class for children, his talent was scouted. If it was for the sake of supporting his family and hometown, there was no question he would travel as far as needed and hone his skills.

As a wrestler, he was nicknamed "Raiden," meaning "thunderbolt," for his incredible swiftness and record-time victories. Before long, that name would ring out across all of Japan. He became known as a man who would not be defeated.

For political reasons, he was never promoted to the highest rank of Yokozuna. However, that was not his concern. Even if he was not recognized by the Sumo Association, he was recognized by the people. Today, that man is still known as the greatest in Sumo.

Personality
He'll carry the pride of a star athlete to the very end. It's not a matter of being conceited. He simply feels the weight of the people's expectations and responds accordingly, maintaining a "cool" code of conduct no matter what. Even if he showboats a little, it's all for the sake of the people who matter to him. If his Master ordered him to do something like murder an innocent child to extract magical energy, he would unquestionably aim to tear off that magus' arm before they could use a command seal, then crush their skull. However, as long as he can find even a single reason to respect his Master, he will entrust them with his back and promise them victory with a smile.

Unexpectedly, it seems he takes the idea of concealing his identity quite seriously. Manifesting a spear, wearing slightly more than just a mawashi, and appearing in a younger body from before he cut his hair and gained 200 pounds... These things are all a result of Raiden's keen interest in not being recognized, or so it seems.

Parameters
◇ Strength B+

◇ Agility A

◇ Endurance C

◇ Mana D

◇ Luck A

Class Skills
◇ Magic Resistance (D): Protection that negates hostile spells and magical effects below a certain rank. At such a low rank, only a single-action spell can be cancelled.

Personal Skills
◇ Mind's Eye (True) (B): The capacity to detect and avoid danger in battle while pushing onward to victory. Not a supernatural sixth sense or innate talent--simply applied combat experience. Raiden, who fought in 35 tournaments and sought out countless other bouts in his free time, is constantly predicting his enemy's movements. Even if the chance of winning is only 1%, he will grasp it.

◇ Natural Body (A-): The possession of a perfect body as a living being since birth. Even as a young boy, it was Raiden's incredible physique and stature which caused him to be noticed by Urakaze. As a Servant, he can temporarily add a plus modifier to his STR. However, the function of this Skill to "prevent weight gain regardless of lifestyle choices" has been sealed for Raiden. While a spirit has no need of food, he would definitely end up with "a physique more fitting for Sumo" if given access to an all-you-can-eat buffet.

◇ Showmanship (Combat) (A): The ability to display an overwhelming charisma and sense of style in combat. With his words and actions, there's no way Raiden will ever fail to get a crowd on his side during a match. At rank A, it can develop into something of a feedback loop in which being perceived by others, even enemies, leads to an increase in power, which draws more attention in turn. Even if anyone else would say "the most efficient way is always the best way," Raiden disagrees, and never budges on the issue. He won't settle for just getting things done like a normal person, but the success rate of his actions in combat is somehow ridiculously high as a result.

◇ Ōzumō (A++): Mastery of Sumo-style wrestling at the highest level. Flips, throws, grabs, etc. If Raiden is legendary for anything, it is for his mastery of this art, and the supreme rank of this skill reflects that fact. Because the objective in this case is to kill the enemy rather than force them to the mat or outside the ring, it may not be recognizable to some, but Sumo is still Sumo--it's just a matter of the Grail War being a no-holds-barred affair. Since that's the case, he'll even use the Ultimate Finisher Moves that were forbidden by the Sumo Association during his fights.

In the end, though, it's not like Sumo is an efficient method of defeating an opponent when compared to other martial arts.

No, it is a ceremony for the blessings of the gods.

It is a ceremony for the blessings of the people. There is no better way of fighting.

At this rank, it is equal parts fighting style and divine protection. As long as Sumo runs through his veins, Raiden will never lose. His mind, spirit, and fortune remain utterly unshakable.

Noble Phantasms
☆ Peerless Raijin Storm
Like Lightning in the Ring
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0
Targets: 1
Description: When it came to Raiden's victories, there were some who blinked and missed them. He is the one who was called a thunderbolt. A god of lightning. There can be no doubt that the title was deserved. He may not have been born with any divinity or blessing, but if the people of Japan cry out for a thunderstorm, he'll never disappoint the crowd.

In its sealed state, this Noble Phantasm appears as a long spear of brilliant white iron. The fact that he carries this "thunderbolt" in his hands is the sole reason why Raiden was able to enter into the Lancer class. Despite obviously never being recorded as using a spear in his matches, it seems that he's quite comfortable using this weapon. It is nothing more than a crystallization of his fame and prowess, after all. He is able to seamlessly incorporate it as a finisher for his Sumo techniques, and it is even possible to deal additional electrical damage when striking with it.

However, that is not the proper way to use this Noble Phantasm. The only reason Raiden would ever wield that spear is for the sake of concealing his identity. The weapon is nothing more than a shell to contain the power that dwells within Raiden's own body. Once this Noble Phantasm is released, the pale imitation of a thunderbolt will vanish, and true lightning will course through his body, drawing out the incredible power and speed that made this man into a legend. If his travelling speed were compared to the greatest here of the Trojan War, he would definitely come out two or three steps behind, but Raiden will never stop pushing forwards. The thunder and lightning can run wild, making it possible to deal partial damage with a missed attack, or hurl bolts of electricity at distant foes. Of course, it's necessary to fight bare-handed once this effect is active, but that's anything but a problem for Raiden, whose lightning-filled limbs could clash against the strongest holy sword if he needed them to. With his name engraved in hearts across Japan, that farmer's son from Tōmi could even crush a monster from the Age of Gods.

Fate/profane covenant

I saw Zouken vent

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

God Please Not Greece or Italy

BERSERKER

Personal Data

ɴᴀᴍᴇ

Nennius

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Black

ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ

Man

ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

A mythical prince of Britain who fought in the defensive war against Julius Caesar's invasion. Proud and strong, he personally met Caesar on the battlefield, and although the combat ability of that Roman overwhelmed him at first, he was able to catch the golden sword Crocea Mors when it was jammed through his shield and into his head. Despite the blade piercing his skull, Nennius didn't let it go. He stole the weapon that represented Caesar's victory, forcing the general to retreat while Nennius butchered Roman soldiers with his stolen sword. The shame of losing in such a manner haunted Caesar for the rest of his life, and even when Nennius died of his head wound half a month later, he was buried with Crocea Mors, never letting Caesar regain the pride he had lost in their battle.

With that legend, he should normally be summonable as a Saber or Shielder. However, with "Madness" invoked during the summoning, an unexpected result has manifested.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

•A Bloodthirsty Warrior
•A Cruel Opponent
•A Hater (Of Romans)
•A Cunning Brute

ᴡɪꜱʜ

To witness Caesar's final moments for himself.

Abilities

ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ

STR: A
END: A
AGI: B+
MNA: C
LCK: B

ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Mad Enhancement C+: Madness owing to Berserker's wild slaughter of the Roman troops and influence from the odd state of his Noble Phantasm. His parameters aside from Luck and Mana have been ranked-up, but his communication and reasoning are heavily impaired. If he identifies an opponent as a Roman, those same parameters will receive a + correction for the battle, but his mind will be completely gone for that duration.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Tarnished Gold B: Combat abilities used in his fight against Caesar, inflicting shame on that Roman that stayed with him even as a Heroic Spirit. With everything he had, Berserker aimed to show that Roman that his swordsmanship and his words were equally worthless. Those who fight against Berserker with elegance and pride will receive heavy negative adjustments to their actions. Their shining grins and prissy flourishes will surely vanish as they are dragged down into an unflattering struggle in the mud. A high aptitude to destroy beauty and confidence without using one's words, while also protecting oneself from mental attacks.

Legion Shattering B: A result of Berserker thoughtlessly butchering Romans in battle, leaving each man in his path decapitated or unable to move. It can be said that he will never be defeated by a foe who is lesser than him, no matter how many he may face at once. Even if he were swarmed by an army, each man would be killed with inhuman reflexes upon entering his reach. Berserker's fighting power rises when outnumbered, and he can use "Anti-Army" type Noble Phantasms with great effectiveness.

Battle Continuation A++: Berserker's strong vitality and willpower, allowing him to survive mortal wounds. Julius Caesar once stabbed through Berserker's shield and into his head, and Berserker kept his grip on life, holding onto the sword like a madman, using it to slaughter enemy troops, and not expiring from his wounds until fifteen days later. Effectiveness is further increased due to the state of his Noble Phantasm, making him a monster that will continue to move even if large sections of his body are blasted away. Since his internal organs are no longer present, stabbing him through the chest will be the same as stabbing him through the hand.

Noble Phantasms

ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ

Name: Crocea Mors
Title: Freshly-Scarlet Death
Rank: B+
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1~60
Maximum Number of Targets: 600 people
Description: A golden sword Nennius took in battle from Julius Caesar during Rome's invasion of Britain. It became stuck when Caesar stabbed him in the head, and he took hold of it, threw away his own weapon, and began cutting down Romans left and right. Once a brilliant gold armament of Rome, it has been stained to an unsightly copper shade in Nennius' hands.

Its ability of "assured victory" has become twisted into "assured slaughter". Once Nennius draws this blade, fate dictates that all enemies in his sight will quickly find unceremonious deaths. Without the ability to defy fate, standing in his warpath is tantamount to suicide. For any hero hailing from Rome, this is doubly true--the shame of Caesar's loss will weigh down on their every action like an anvil, matted with viscera and hair.

With the release of the true name, a torturous series of blows is unleashed, guaranteed to strike true. After the first automatic, clean hit, Luck Checks occur until one fails. An additional attack is bestowed on each consecutive success. In all likelihood, Nennius' victim will end up being shredded to ribbons.

ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ

Name: Nynn Grasp
Title: Avaricious Flesh System
Rank: A
NP Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0
Maximum Number of Targets: 1 person
Description: Stemming from the time Nennius stole Caesar's sword by embedding it in his shield, Berserker has access to a powerful ability capable of stealing opponent's armaments, designating himself as their owner. Indeed, "a shield that takes hold of enemy weapons" is something Nennius would have access to under any other class.

It is not so.

A slight confusion has arisen since "Caeser stuck his sword into Nennius' shield" and "Caesar stuck his sword into Nennius' head" are two events that occurred in the same swing, and one way or another Nennius ended up with Crocea Mors afterwards. Thus, as a Berserker, it is Nennius's body itself which has become his "shield"--a manifestation of greed and willpower to withstand his enemies. His skin gains hardness beyond even his armour, and his effectiveness rises in defensive situations due to being a "shield". Under that skin, where one would expect to find flesh, blood, bones, and organs, lies a uniform black ooze. This gel is normally what covers the front of Nennius' shield, entrapping weapons and forcibly altering their ownership to his if they are not swiftly pulled out. It can be called a form of Self-Modification. Anything, even Noble Phantasms, can theoretically be held within the body. An unwilling target can attempt a Strength check to pull themselves or their possessions out of the ooze before ownership transitions to Nennius and he can simply dematerialize his new possessions. Swords, projectiles, vehicles... Beneath the skin, this man's body has become like an amoeba that absorbs all kinds of things, capable of reforming itself at a moderate rate should it suffer damage. To ensure his death, complete annihilation is the best choice.