But with the sands warming up, the ragtag assortment of Servants seemed to have reached a decision. "Atalanta," a voice shouted. "My fellows have honored me with Masterization! Let's go!"
Atalanta turned to the Master, holding out a hand. With a resigned sigh, he handed her his half-full bag of popcorn and rolled up his sleeves. Dusting his hands off on his trousers, he warily crossed the sands to Berserker.
Berserker for his part watched the Master's approach with fiery glee. The other Servants stepped back to give the pair room when the Master stopped several feet away. Holding his Golden Apple in his left palm, Berserker closed the gap and reached out with his other hand for the Master's hand, adorned with three Command Spells. Their right hands clasped over the Golden Apple, and a jolt rippled through the fifteen participants. Berserker closed his eyes, acclimating the to the new power at his fingertips.
He opened his eyes, meeting those of the Master. Berserker's eyes seemed to have taken on a new calculating glint. Then, with no warning, he lunged forward as the crowd gasped.