Fate/Outer Code: Another Order

Summoning (VII): The Black Knight

(Y/N): WOOOOOOOOO! YEEEEEEEAH, BABYYYYYYYY! THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR; THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT! WOOOOOOOOOOO!

Of course, he wasn't intimidated by the Berserker at all. Quite the contrary, as he dropped down to his knees and struck both of his arms out as if he had just won the Olympic gold medal.

(Y/N): Yessir, we're eating good today! Zerker, my boy! It's been sooooooo long, bro! How're you doing?! 

The corrupted knight stared at him for a few moments... then his head tilted to the side.

Lancelot: ...?

(Y/N): A bit shy, aren't we? Don't worry, we can catch up real soon! Mashmallow, this is going to sound a bit like glazing, but this guy? The coolest Berserker of all time, and that's coming from me!

When he didn't receive an answer, he turned to look at her. Mash likewise stared at the fallen knight, yet while she was unnerved by his presence, combined with that was an expression of both recognition, confusion, and...

Anger? Well, that was something you didn't see every day.

(Y/N): You doing good over there, sweetie? I get being angry at a Berserker being alive and not immediately exercising class advantage, trust me.

Mash: What? Um, n-no, it's not that. It's... Uh...

(Y/N): Can't find the right words?

Mash: I think so...

(Y/N): Odd, but don't worry about it. You know Zerker somehow...? Oh, yeah, he did attack you back in France, didn't he? 

He looked over to Lancelot, who wasn't really paying any attention to Mash and was just standing there. He briefly considered punching him on the helmet on Mash's behalf.

Mash: ...Do you know him, Senpai?

(Y/N): Yeah. Grail War. The first one I participated in, actually. You'd be surprised at who he actually is, though. Remember--

Mash: He's... Sir Lancelot, isn't he?

The response was nigh-instantaneous. As soon as she spoke the knight's name, a switch had seemingly been flipped in him as he threw his head back and roared.

Lancelot: NAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

At the same time, the sharp cords sprang from Lancelot's back, snaking threateningly in the air behind him. (Y/N) just raised an eyebrow, more amused than threatened.

(Y/N): Truly, your culture-rich language knows no limits, Zerker. You might win a Nobel Prize like that.

However, Mash was already pushing past (Y/N) and standing protectively in front of him. In a flash of blue, her shield appeared on her arm, glaring fiercely at the knight.

Mash: Not one more step! We already know who you are, Lancelot!

Lancelot: NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Mash: I said we know! There's no point in trying to hide it! If you have anything resembling your honor or your chivalry remaining in you, you'll accept that and stop!

The knight seemed to let out an inhuman hiss in response, the cords hovering behind him, nearly threatening to strike out.

Yikes. That escalated quickly. And for once, it wasn't (Y/N)'s fault.

What was all this about?

The staredown continued for a few seconds longer, but afterwards, Lancelot's head tilted as his low growl came out slightly confused. His glowing gaze lingered on Mash's face for a little longer, before shifting to the shield she was holding.