Immediately you feel your other Noble Phantasm, Rumor to Reality, take effect; making your boast into reality. With skill you never had nor can even comprehend, you feel yourself truly live up to the claim of 'Greatest Swordsman in the World'. Bolstering your stats with the 'afterburn' of the invocation of Defiance of Fate that got you here to render your Agility and Endurance to match your ungodly luck. Already, you had a plan in the works and are about to put it to action.
First off; you were going to use your newfound master skill with the blade to escape from Saber's grasp, disarming her if possible. Or at the very least crippling her in some way as to make her fight against Lancer more fair once you've thrown some Glitterdust in his eyes with your left hand. With both sides fairly crippled; you plan on escaping out into the night, while they bother with one another. You'll scry the battle just to be safe, and to know who's out for your blood once it's over. If, for some reason, you can't escape; you'll just run circles around them and still have them do most of the fighting, then pick off the winner. Just nickle and dime them, float like a butterfly and sting like a bee; that sorta thing. And if that fails, you got your Boots of Teleportation on, so you can just GTFO the moment shit really hits the fan. But that was more of a desperation move than anything else; you can only use those things once a day, after all.
It looks like the other Servants are ready too; Lancer's about to charge in and Saber's preparing to strike at a moment's notice. The kid's looking at this all awestruck, but he's not in the way so it doesn't matter. A brief moment passes, barely a second of a stand off.
Then, like lightning everyone springs into action. You prepare to strike and cast your spell and...
...Slip on a oil puddle on the ground. Swinging your arms wildly to regain balance the rapier in your right hand manages to disarm Saber while then veering off to then stab Lancer right through the eye. Your left hand then casts Glitterdust and manages to hit Lancer right into the eyes, before fumbling and managing to grab the sword that went flying from the fumbling disarming you pulled off on Saber. Then, Lancer's spear fucking went more spastic then a gremlin hopped up on crack and went fucking zig-zagging all over towards and around you; and nailed Saber right in the heart. Yup, that fucker went clean through; damn, you don't even wanna know how that happened.
Not that Lancer got to see his kill, because right now he was screaming at the top of his lungs, "ARRGHHHHHHHHHHH! MY EYES! IT BURRRRRRRRRNSSSSSSSSS! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGUH! ASSHOLE! I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU!!!"
...Huh, apparently Glitterdust hurts like a bitch on open wounds; you learn something new everyday. Yeah, that can't possibly be good for a punctured eye. And being the Greatest Swordsman in the World means jack shit if someone has a fancy spear that insta-kills a motherfucker. Yup, time to get outta dodge.
You take a moment to notice the now very visible and not fakey-fake, make-believe sword that was Saber's. Huh, so it was invisible; that was kinda neat, if rather pointless. Might as well make yourself invisible if you were going for surprise tactics there. Kinda nice looking, what with the golden blade and blue inlay; simplistic yet regal. Pulls it off well.
And now it's yours, because she sure as hell doesn't need anymore. The moment you grab it; you feel a...connection, as if a thousand choirs of angels were singing hymns and playing chorales to Glory itself, and you were chosen to bear the very essence of it; of the very concept of 'Glory' made manifest. The sword felt right in your hands.
But...you put it into your Bag of Holding; you were specialized in lighter blades, short-swords and rapiers. While you weren't bad with a long-sword, you were just so much better with a rapier that it wasn't even a contest. Also, the rapier helps with the 'swashbuckling' look, which gets all the ladies.
Right, time to deal with your 'Master'; yeah, like hell you were calling him that. Kid look like he was two seconds from bolting and flipping the fuck out. You quickly cast Sleep on him, and he goes out like a light; followed up with a Invisibility on both yourself and him. Then you grab him and run as stealthily and fast as you can. As you're running, you comb your mind for any possible save haven or bolthole; something recognized in the rules in the War that was downloaded into your brain.
Finally, you get something; the Church and it's moderator, it's neutral ground. How it's maintained as neutral ground and not taken advantage of is unclear, but it's good enough for now. Now that you're here; time to slap the kid awake.
*Twack!* "Ah!" He snaps to attention, frantically looking around with wide eyes.
"Hey buddy, you alright? Were in a bit of a tough scrape there," you're calm and supportive; gentle even. If you want him to listen, you need him to calm down, "Don't worry, I got you out of there all right, and we're near neutral ground for this whole thing. Now, you know what you've gotten into here?"
"What? I...I have no idea what's going on; I almost thought it was a dream. Holy Grail War? Servant? What's going on? What happened to the girl that appeared too? What's going on?!"
Crap; he has no fucking idea what's going on, he's a civvie. Well, you can't really leave him to hang and dry; chances are Lancer saw him and his Master will eventually get that out of him, which means a throbbing, red spear to the kid's face. You also need a Master to stay here, but you can take some time to pick who you want. Well, time to try and ease him into this...
"Alright, I'm Tandem the Spoony; Servant Saber for this Holy Grail War. Do you remember the speech I gave earlier?"
"I'm Emiya Shirou, and yeah...yeah I remember it. So, a wish? A battle royale between heroes from the ages for a wish?!"
He looks dumbfounded by this, "Yeah, and it looks like you got enlisted as the final contestant. And you already have a Servant on your tail; Lancer. Chances are he's not going to let up on you since he knows that you summoned me," you sigh, "Look kid; I don't wanna drag you into this if you wanna bail, we're on neutral ground here at the Church. The moderator of the War is supposed to make sure that any disqualified Masters are safe and protected here. But given how these things work out; it's probably not as safe as it's made out to be, so I'll try to scope the area out and keep watch whenever I can. I got a fairly long leash when it comes to the whole Servant/Master thing, so looking out for the guy who bailed me out of that desolate hellhole is the least I can do."
"I...well I-" he pauses for a moment, then asks, "Wait; what do you mean not 'safe'?"
You shrug, "War is hell kiddo; seven people are fighting for the chance of a lifetime, to have their heart's desire granted. Most people, they're willing to cross a lot of lines to get that sort of thing. Hell, if there's been any odd incidents in town; it's probably one of the contestants doing something to stack the odds in their favor. I've seen some shit Shirou, and you can buy a lot with some magic, spilled blood, and lives. May be horrible and leave a mark on your soul forever; but for that chance to get a wish?" Again you shrug, "To have what they've always wanted given to them at last; it can drive a man to madness. Comrades turning on one another, sons killing fathers, priests forsaking their gods for demons; all for that one goal."
Hearing this, Shriou grows sombre and pensive. Finally, he answers; "Saber, what is your wish?"
"Heh, call me Tandem kid; and as for my wish?" You spread your arms wide, "I already got it; out of that forsaken Throne and in an actual world. I can drink, fight, and screw women as long as I want again; I can answer the call to adventure. I can go out and...be a hero again. That's all I really want. How about you?"
Shirou pauses, then says; "I...don't have a wish, but I don't want any innocents getting hurt because of this war. Already there have been reports of 'gas leaks' putting people into the hospital, but now that I know this; it has to be one of the Masters doing something. If I can do something to stop it; I will. So, I'll be you Master Tandem; and together we'll make sure the Grail doesn't fall into the wrong hands."
You can't help it, you begin laughing; "Ahahahaha! Boy; I knew there was something about you I liked! A born hero through and through; I can appreciate that in a man. But none of this 'Master' and 'Servant' stuff, alright? Here and now, we're partners. Agreed?" You hold out your hand.
Shiou grabs it and gives it a firm shake, "Agreed; so, what do we do from here?"
Well...
[X] Check in with the administrator, might as well know the guy meant to keep things nice and tidy in the battle royale
[X] Scry the shed; see what the aftermath of your 'brilliant' plan is.
[X] Head back to Shirou's home, you can plan in the morning.
[X] Write-in