Chapter 4 - 4 You Can Call Me Rider (1/2)

Leaping out of the top floor of the abandoned apartment complex, Gray landed gently on a nearby rooftop, his drop silent and yet deadly, with a poise to strike.

Gray had refined the style that Rider had perfected over his many years of training and combat.

It was like a martial artist who in his prime was unrivaled stopping for over ten years and deciding to pick it back up again.

The form and image within his mind were correct. And he possessed the experience within him, he only had to embed those techniques again back into his mortal flesh, becoming more like instinct than action.

This wasn't just limited to his spear techniques either.

Gray's footwork, breathing, riding-skills all had to be practiced in order to get them up to the same level as the original Achilles.

A mocking yet encouraging feeling came from the Rider Class Card.

”You may not be as good a teacher as someone like Chiron, Rider, but don't sell yourself short. All the other Servants are monsters in their own right. You could still fight it out with the best of them”.

Despite not being able to communicate with words, the intent that Achilles sent over to Gray still got through to the twenty year old.

Someone like Rider, whose renown may have been the greatest out of all his Servants, had a power that was at the bottom of his Servants was a little bit discouraging. However, contrary to Gray's initial thought, it only made the dėsɨrė for battle within Achilles' heart grow, and his chance to do battle with beings that could slay gods and cleanse demons were more than he could ever wish for.

His train of though was interrupted by a single gunshot going off in the dock area several hundred meters away. Gray quickly jumped over the buildings, sometimes leaping dozens of meters in a single jump.

”We're here”.

Spear in hand, the Pseudo-Servant Gray squatted down over a large warehouse on the dockyard and watched as several men kicked a bloody body into the sea, dropping down to the bottom of the dock within a few seconds.

Gray frowned but didn't act.

It would be stupid to run in straight into a firefight without checking how many men he would be facing. And even if he wanted to do something about the man they just killed, Gray was too late to stop them.

His grip tightened on his spear.

'I count roughly 30 men. I can't be sure how many men are inside the building, but 30 mortals should be enough for me to deal with. Even if they have guns'.

Gray took a deep breath before dropping down onto the dockyard. His spear poised as the earth beneath him shattered, and his body shot forward with the might of hundred men. Every stomp gave away his position to the criminals who had already raised their guns and started shooting at Gray, yet his overwhelming speed allowed Gray to weave between the waves of gunfire, blocking any stray bullet with Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē.

The gap between the various warehouses on the Gotham City dockyard were narrow and dark. Perfect for both illegal deals and ambushes.

With a physical strength, endurance and agility, only Gray's shadowy armored figure could be seen, with the occasional flash of sparks being created as he blocked the wall of bullets approaching him. One or two getting past his defenses, and being reflected of his armor.

The faces of the criminals in front of Gray become frightened, but one of them shouted over the loud gunfire.

”We've got a meta!-”.

With a gentle swing of his spear, Gray knocked out the guard who spoke over the gunfire, propelling him with enough force to knock him, and the other guy he hit, out.

Achilles strength, while only augmenting Gray's body was still a B+, and his power was more than enough to bisect these men, even at less than half his original strength.