Unlimited Blade Works

'So, as I pray," Archer continues as Berserker brings down his massive blade. "Unlimited Blade Works!" A ring of fire eminates from Archer, causing Berserker pause. When the fire clears, the area has been replaced by a world with scorched Earth, rustic skies and metal gears endlessly turning in the background.

"No way. A reality marble." Rin says as she looks on to Archer. "Yes. This is the only magic afforded to me." Archer replies. "Berserker, be careful!' Illya exclaims with worry in her voice." You have every reason to be worried, Illyasviel. Because now Berserker pays the price. Are you ready Rin?" Rin nods and readies her gems. She can feel the pull of Mana just maintaining this world takes on Archer.

He draws one of the many Noble Phantasm replicas at his disposal and faces off against Berserker. The brute roars in anguish as the blade strikes true, while Berserker mounts a counter attack. "Noo, Berserker! Come onnn~!" Illya cheers. "Begin." Archer says as he projects a huge wall of replica Noble Phantasms. Each sword Archer fabricates draining the Mana reserves.

"Archer!" Rin yells, throwing the first set of her gems into Archer. They get absorbed by him as he raises his right arm up in the air. "Manufacturing complete. Fire." Archer says as he lowers his hand. Hundreds of Noble Phantasms, all replicas, shoot out of Archer's manufacturing.

Berserker gets hammered by sword after sword. He's pinned down and is unable to parry them all. Swords pierce Berserker's thick hide, causing him to groan in agony. "Nooooooo, Berserker!' Illya calls. "Keep it up, Archer! Take more gems!" Rin provides another much needed boost of Mana by throwing another set of five gems into him.

It's obvious to Illya this is a no win scenario. "Shirou. Help me." She cries. "You can always try again." Shirou's voice says clearly in her head. It's not clear if Illya's mind conjured his voice or not, but she knows she must use her magic to flee.

Berserker continues to fend off waves of swords, losing more of his lives as the **** continues. Illya chants a magic spell of her own, one that taps deep into her massive well of Mana.... And poof. In an explosion casued by Archer's many swords, the pair of Illyasviel von Einzbern and Berserker are gone.

Archer lowers his arm and ceases his reality marble. "Do you think they're gone for good?" Rin asks. "Unlikely. I only took five of his lives. Whatever spell Illya cast, it was very powerful magic for them to escape. We should do the same, Master. I am in no position to fight." Rin nods, "Right. Let's get your Mana replenished and figure out what to do next. Good work tonight."

"Thanks, Master. I couldn't have done it without you."