Round one, fight!

"Enough banter!" Illya exclaims. "Berserker, kill them! Make it fast!" A loud roar of rage is heard coming from the behemoth that is Berserker as he moves in with his equally gigantic sword. Archer raises his dual blades to defend against Berserker's attack. The sheer **** and strength push Archer along the ground as he holds fast.

Berserker withdraws his sword to once again swing his gigantic blade. Archer counters with an attack of his own, only to have his blades bounce off the thick skin of Berserker. 'Hahaha! You think you can hurt my Berserker with those puny swords? Think again!" Illya laughs as she taunts Archer and Rin.

"Archer!" Rin yells as Archer gets pushed back to her position. "Trace, On." Archer chants. Those words. Trace on. They ring clearly in Rin's mind as Archer projects dual overedge swords. Archer sprints forward, meeting Berserker blow for blow, his improved swords begin to strike true against Berserker's resilient skin and cause damage to the beast.

"Graaaaa! Rooooooaaar!" Berserker lets out a gutteral roar as Archer's blades strike him true. "Berserker, stop playing around and kill them already!" Illya exclaims. "Grwarrrrrr!" Berserker bellows, swinging his gigantic stone blade in for the kill. Archer jumps back and materializes his bow in midair as he flies upwards.

"I am the bone of my sword." Archer chants as a sword appears in the crook of his bow. It glows and narrows into the shape of an arrow as Archer notches it in, "CALADBOLG!" Archer says as he releases the weapon with a thunderous *BANG*. A streak of light pierces Berserker, exploding with raw energy as the Noble Phantasm takes away one of Berserker's lives.

As the smoke clears, Illya laughs. 'Hu, hu, hu~ Looks like you managed to take one of Berserker's lives. I won't let you do that again." Illya chants a spell, encircling Berserker in magical energy. Archer looks on, "Steel is my body, and fire is my blood." Illya gasps as she realizes what Archer's doing. "Berserker, stop him!"

"I have created over a thousand blades." Archer continues as he dodges Berserker's incoming attack. He projects a pair of circular blades and whirls them towards Berserker, causing minor damage. "Rooooooaaar" Berserker growls, turning around. "Unknown to ****. Nor known to life." Archer chants as he parries Berserker's next attack.

"Have withstood pain to create many weapons." Archer states as he is struck by a glancing blow. Blood pours from Archer's wound as he takes advantage of the dust to find a more tactical location to finish his aria. Berserker looks to find Archer not where he expects. Archer sits kneeled by some rubble whilst a beam of light illuminates him from above. "Yet, those hands will never hold anything." Berserker turns to face Archer and readies his strike.