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Jacob's Limbs. The martial art that God/Yaweh taught Jacob who damn near beat an Archangel to death, and then Moses learned it and did more nonsense with it. And lastly, the Saintess Martha learned it and used it to great effect in beating the Dragon Turtle Tarrasque into tears.

The martial art had this odd effect of restraining all that which was unnatural and forcing those who make contact with the user into fighting without conceptual advantages.

And despite being a saintess. A Servant who in their clear state of mind could take up the mantle of Santa Clause. She was one of the biggest battle maniacs that wasn't straight-up a Berserker!

The grounds shattered under the shockwaves of our punches and kicks colliding with the other. She had long abandoned her staff in favor of her armored gauntlets that screamed with the corrupted holy power of the Abrahamic god. And I was just utterly delighted to fight someone in hand-to-hand combat who wasn't just throwing hands to get space to cut my head off with their conceptual nonsense Noble Phantasm I had to fear.

"Evil doesn't suit you Martha!" I growled as I let her snap my wrist so she didn't get me in an arm bar behind my back and in the actions of weakening my wrist I used my limp arm as rope to swing her entire body and smash her into the ground with a mighty crashing noise.

And as I smashed her into the ground with her head bouncing on the bedrock of the ground we had cleared of tree's softer dirt and everything else. There was no mistaking the barely hidden anguish in her voice as she snarled back while driven mad with rage by the corrupted Jalter. "I have no control... Just kill me and be done with it as I hate myself for the atrocities that mad witch has forced us to do!"

She double-kicked me in the chest as I went to smash her into the ground again and as she kicked off my form sending us flying apart I mentally sighed even as I healed the broken ribs she gifted me with the kick that could have killed lesser dragons and most Servant's who didn't have specialized armor.

'Fine... These corrupted shades are like Medusa back in the last singularity and are too corrupted and mentally fucked up to be worth stealing with Rule Breaker.' I thought remembering how in the second wave of Servant's that Jalter and Gillies were summoned in canon. There was Atalanta who charged into the group to commit suicide after Jalter mentally broke the Chaste Huntress by using Command Seals and other things to force Atalanta to kill some surviving children.

So I dropped the joy I had in fighting Martha in hand-to-hand combat and as the shade of the dragon, Tarrasque formed behind Martha as she prepared her Noble Phantasm in summoning the dragon to attack me I stepped forward with God Killer taking form in my hands.

A loud buzz rang out as I used my domain of unfettered winds to teleport in front of her and I was painfully aware that she reacted as slowly as possible on her own end to react and resist my sword slamming home into her breast and through her heart. "Go back into his light Saintess Martha." I whispered as the massive dragon shape of Tarasque broke apart into mist before he could fully manifest and Martha sighed and closed her eyes as she began breaking down into golden motes of light.

I shook aside the thoughts that sprung up as I swiped the blood to the side off of God Killer who sent a feeling of confusion to my mind and I spoke softly. "Don't. We have better targets to absorb abilities of."

And with a screech of displaced air I used a Sonido to return to the main battle even as I grimaced feeling the mana of Ritsuka dip down low as Artoria's roar rang out. "You wretch! Swallow the Light Ex... Calibur!"

A massive pillar of cursed red and black light shot through the air and I wondered what the hell Carmillia did that resulted in Artoria leaving her battle with Jalter to go and fight the vampire and as though in answer I arrived back besides Ritsuka who was staring at Tiamat gobsmacked.

As for Tiamat... She was sitting there 'innocently' with the spear of Vladamir in one hand with the spear wracked with her cursed mud that kept it anchored in reality, and literally laying atop Tiamat's soft curves was Jalter.

Jalter who was tressed up out of some kind of extreme shibari panels of porn the ropes being made out of the remains of Vladamir's body that Tiamat obviously 'repurposed' after coating him in her primordial mud of life.

'Holy shit... Having Tiamat is gonna throw off the difficulty scaling for a long while.' I thought wryly as Mash spoke up excitedly.

"Senpai! I saved Master after I activated my Noble Phantasm for the truly first time!" She announced looking so adorable as she did so.

Even as I gave the purple-haired sheilder a pat on the head. I was just looking at Jalter with a non-plussed expression as Jeanne and Artoria alter came over having finished off Carmillia obviously.

"Well, I can tell she doesn't have the Grail... And I thought you would be a bigger issue honestly." I spoke aloud. As honestly with myself, Salter, and Tiamat of all beings. We had kinda threw the power scaling way off until at least probably the fifth or sixth singularity with some outliers of Servant and entities existing outside of the norm within the timeline disturbance.

"If she doesn't have the grail. Then she is worthless." Artoria said bluntly and with a flash of light her sword swung through and with a soft crunching noise her cursed Excalibur bit deeply into flesh.

"Ohoho! I cannot allow that can I?!" A clearly insane to-the-bone voice screeched out as Jalter got turned into a pile of wriggling flesh before being teleported away into the grasp of Gilles the true holder of this Singularities Holy Grail which was keeping the time blurp in history afloat.

And as though to confirm my thoughts Olga popped in on Ritsuka's wrist computer in her hologram form and yelled out. "That creepo has the grail get him!" She yelled knowing we would kill him unless he was some kind of hidden god... And even then we had a decent chance of killing him with our lineup!

Comments

Cerber

Man its been so long since the last hollow fgo. Better read the first one again! Let the gotta catch them all adventure continue!

Rogue21

Olga be like “there’s the fucker jump him!”