A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

There was a moment of silence for a second before every single Servant except Mash, who didn't know what to do, took an offensive stance at the muscular man.

"Spartacus, stop that this instant!" Boudica yelled at the big guy only to be totally ignored. Many soldiers hearing her voice started looking in their direction.

Nero, who also noticed the commotion, approached them. "A friendly spar to know your new comrades better? Umu. I approve of it!"

Her voice and tone were cheerful, but that was not something that was shared by the rest. They all looked at Spartacus with different levels of hostility. One thing was helping someone in need like Nero; another totally different was allowing a supposed ally to attack one of them out of nowhere.

Seth signaled them with his eyes to stop their animosity against the man in front of him. He had been attacked without even uttering a word first so many times he just didn't care anymore.

"Fuhahahaha! Show me your spirit!" With a deranged laugh, Spartacus raised his free hand while holding his sword before lowering it with incredible speed.

Same as with the punch the gladiator had thrown previously, Seth caught the falling sword with his remaining hand. This time, however, the force behind the attack was greater, making the ground under Seth's feet cave in.

Everyone took distance from this exchange, being near may cause them to suffer collateral damage. And at the same time, they would give more room to the two fighters.

The Egyptian God didn't plan to just stay put and receive his opponent's attacks so he got on the offensive and kicked Spartacus in the stomach, pushing him some meters back.

"Ohhh. Not enough, not enough! Come, oppressor! My body won't give in to tyranny!" The man, who at this point in time it was clear he was a Berserker, laughed maniacally. Without delay, he started running toward Seth.

When he was at melee distance, he raised his sword again before doing a diagonal slash. Seth dodged by sidestepping and then kneed Spartacus in the ribs causing the gladiator to take some steps back slowly while holding his side.

"Wonderful...wonderful!" He had an expression of ecstasy on his face that was disturbing to the onlookers.

"What a creep, doesn't he even feel pain?" Jalter's face was covered in disgust, she distanced herself a bit more from them unconsciously.

Boudica sighed hearing her words. "That's how Spartacus is, the moment he sees someone he thinks is an oppressor he won't stop until that someone is defeated or even killed. I'm sorry for the trouble."

'This is bad...' Caster thought. Although it was not near enough to reveal his identity, it would bring unnecessary questions. "Anyway, how do you see our chances of winning against the United Empire?"

Giving a wry smile, she responded. "Not that good, until now the balance was in their favor. But with you here, things might change. What I'm most afraid of is the enemy summoning more Servant to their ranks to gain the advantage again."

Cu Chulainn gave himself a pat on the back for successfully changing the topic. "Well, we will know when we get to it, I guess."

Their conversation was cut short by Spartacus who once again charged toward Seth with his ever-present smile. "Hahaha! I will show you my rebellion!"

This time he opted to use his fist again. The muscles in his arms bulged as he threw a punch stronger than the one from the beginning.

Unfazed, Seth ducked his punch. He then grabbed the upper arm of Berserker with his left hand before punching his forearm with his right one. A large snap was heard as Spartacus' arm got twisted in a weird angle.

What came next was a powerful kick to his knee, followed up by yet another snap sound as it too, got twisted.

Finally, Seth elbowed the joint which linked his shoulder to the arm holding the sword. The limb soon went limp.

Unable to properly stand, the gladiator fell to the ground. Thinking it was enough of a -spar-, Seth turned around and started walking toward the group of Servants.

Just then, he heard a laugh behind him. Looking back, Spartacus was slowly standing up with all his wounds regenerating and bones popping back into their correct place.

"Nuhahaha! My honor won't be trampled by tyranny." Different from before, now Spartacus looked bigger and more muscular. 'So you are one of those types?' The Egyptian thought while looking at the laughing Berserker.

Spartacus charged against Seth, this time faster than earlier. His whole left arm got so muscular it looked deformed, throwing a punch again, he laughed. "Oh, oppressor! Feel my love!"

'L-Love?!' This seriously creeped out the Chaldeans, no one was an exception. Even Kiyohime who should get angry at someone saying that to Seth was recoiling in disgust.

The soldiers didn't find it unnormal, though. Because, well. Romans.

As everyone thought Seth was going to dodge like he had been doing previously, he stayed in the same place without moving.

Because he didn't dodge or block, the punch impacted his face without impediments causing a shockwave so powerful that the onlookers had to shield their faces from the strong winds and dust that flowed their way.

When everything calmed down and they could finally see properly, what greeted their view was Spartacus's fist still on Seth's face while the Egyptian God remained in the same position without having moved an inch.

A light breeze gently ruffled his hair as he looked at Spartacus with unamused eyes. "You shouldn't have said those words, rebellious kid."

"Hey! What's happening? I'm detecting a great spike of Magical Energy near you, did you get into a fight while I wasn't here?!" Dr. Roman, who just returned from a small break, asked them.

"Everyone, please get away from here!" Jeanne shouted to the soldiers, they were going to get caught in the aftermath if they didn't run.

Their instincts honed in battle were already telling them that something bad was about to happen, so Jeanne's shout was everything they needed to know that they were at risk.

With a fist still on his face and without warning, Seth did an uppercut to Spartacus' jaw. The force behind it was such that his jaw got totally destroyed and sent him flying upward like a missile to the sky.

Even after a long while, Spartacus was not stopping his ascension. However, in the brief moment of stillness before his inevitable descent, Seth appeared at his side.

"Enjoy the ground." Far from being scared or anything, Spartacus still had a smile on his face even if it looked a little distorted as his jaw was broken. Seth's right foot lit on fire, he then did a webster axe kick on his stomach sending him crashing down way faster than his first trip to the sky.

At this point, everyone had retreated to a safe distance just in time to see Spartacus falling like a meteor.

The earth shook when he impacted the ground, a shockwave bigger than before made its way to them, tumbling the soldiers that were the closest.

Looking at the aftermath, they could see their previous camp was almost destroyed with an enormous crater in the central zone. The only tents that were standing were the ones on the outskirts, it would take them a lot of time to get everything the way it used to be.

Seth landed on the edge of the crater, looking down at the deformed body of Spartacus. "People with high-speed regeneration truly disgust me." He could say with confidence they were high up on his list of annoying bastards.

One by one, everyone started returning to the camp, more exactly to the crater where the gladiator was lying without moving.

Seeing the destruction around her, Nero turned to Seth. "This spar went too far! Couldn't you have held back a bit?!" She asked in a tone of reproach while pointing her finger at him.

"Did you say something?" He gave her a sideways glance that promised troubles if the answer wasn't satisfactory.

"U-umu! It was a great display of strength. I congratulate you on it!" Faster than one could blink, Nero corrected herself as a trail of sweat fell down her forehead. She didn't want to experience the hold of death again.

"That's what I thought." Satisfied with her answer, he removed his gaze from her causing Nero to internally sigh in relief. However, she still had an image to maintain. "I sometimes wonder if my magnanimousness has a limit." She said with a proud smile on her face.

Boudica who also got there looked at the crater before sighing. She then ordered some soldiers to carry Spartacus out of the pit, hopefully, he will recover soon.

"Man, you sure did a number on that weird guy. But with everything destroyed, how are we supposed to prepare?" Cu Chulainn asked as he appreciated with his gaze the destruction caused.

"It's alright, we were planning to launch an attack by tomorrow morning so the state of the camp doesn't affect us that much." Boudica shook her head with a smile, telling him not to worry.

"I will leave the preparations to you, Boudica. I'm going to rest for now." Nero said before going to the biggest tent that was still standing.

When the Emperor was out of sight, Mash turned to the red-haired woman. "Um...Boudica, can I ask you a question?"

Seemingly aware of what she was going to ask, she said, "It's about why I'm helping Nero when Rome was the cause of most of my disgraces, right?"

The girl with the shield slowly nodded. Boudica wrily smiled. "Even I didn't know why I did it at first. When I got summoned here I thought it was my chance at completing my revenge. However, when I saw the people suffering I couldn't bring myself to do it and instead raised to protect them."

"I guess I'm just not meant for that, I'm more suited to act as a shield." She continued with mixed emotions in her voice.

"That's actually a very noble thing from you, Queen Boudica." Romani complimented her actions, his words were sincere.

"Fufu. I don't know about that. But what I do know is I will stand by the people of this Rome against the United Empire." She said with conviction.

"Nero didn't seem to know you are a Servant, haven't you told her?" Mash inquired again.

"No, and I prefer to keep it that way." Although it was just an answer, it also had the meaning of asking them not to tell her.

"Don't worry. We won't tell anyone, you can trust us." Fujimaru reassured her with a smile.

Boudica looked at him before looking at the destruction all around them and then back at him. "...Sure." Fujimaru got embarrassed by that. However, Boudica quickly laughed. "I'm just joking, I know how you defended the people without asking for anything back. I know I can trust you."

With that, the atmosphere got a bit lighter. Mash then told Boudica as much as they could do about their mission and Chaldea. The Queen of Britannia got a general understanding of the situation and what exactly they could be fighting against.

They then went to one of the tents that the soldiers who had come with them had set up. It was time to plan a strategy for their attack tomorrow.

Various plans were made for every kind of situation that could arise. These plans were based on if there was an enemy Servant or Servants in their ranks or not.

Like that, the day quickly passed. As an apology for the damages he caused (He was definitely not threatened by Martha with listening to the singing that left them with traumas.), Seth created warm currents of wind to keep the soldiers warm during the night.

Tomorrow will be the day where they will counterattack. How is it going to go? No one knows for certain.