[without getting a proper opportunity to ask if she was alright, Shirou had acknowledged that she was back up again, thinning the crowd with him. if he had it his way, she wouldn't have to fight at all. girls shouldn't have had to fight, he thought. he thought of it, but knew better. they could be strong; it was just conflicting with his own desire to make sure that nobody got hurt. he failed Xion the moment the Darkside had initially crushed her. and he'd do everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen again. the same and yet completely different.
the Keyblades Shirou wielded held the same full hand-guard that many Keyblades had, the blades curved much like Kanshou and Bakuya were. and at the end were what appeared to be splintered edges to make the end of the key shape. it was almost like a contorted version of reinforcement, an idea that the magus couldn't help but wonder if he could apply to these. could he use his magic with these Keyblades? he could only do one thing, yet...the potential was as endless as the blades he carried upon that hill. when he had the time to understand the Keyblades, he'd consider what could be done. until then? this was enough. clashing with the claws of two Soldiers that leapt up at him, the white blade reached in and cleaved them in two. more hearts released. just keep fighting. don't stop. don't stop or you'll die, his body told him. the moment that he summoned those weapons, it seemed the Heartless couldn't decide who to properly go for. in fact, many tended to gravitate towards Shirou when they would attack either one of the two without purpose. a strong heart backed by the power of the Keyblades, Shirou had become a newfound target for them]
HAAH--!! [he smashes through the helment of another Soldier, sweeping out the black blade behind him as Shadows attacked. with a style that was his own, that would be his own, it was like he was a completely different person when he fought with those swords. even with the weapons he originally projected. it was Archer, the memories of his battles throughout the Holy Grail War. Archer's battle tactics, his knowledge, his weapons, they all flowed within Emiya Shirou to create another faker. and he could only get stronger from there. divide himself from what made Archer who he was. after all, they were completely different people in his head. unlike him, he had no regrets. wouldn't have no regrets. it wasn't until he mowed down three of the Invisible that he realized there weren't that many left, impossibly bright flashes of light taking place behind him as Xion rushed down the Darkside.
help her. fight alongside her. she couldn't possibly beat that thing alone. on instinct, he whipped around and just...stopped. it felt that everything except Xion froze in his eyes, entranced by the power she was unleashing. it was rough, aggressive, but with a purpose. it was almost like Saber with how she guided her blade...]
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the Keyblades Shirou wielded held the same full hand-guard that many Keyblades had, the blades curved much like Kanshou and Bakuya were. and at the end were what appeared to be splintered edges to make the end of the key shape. it was almost like a contorted version of reinforcement, an idea that the magus couldn't help but wonder if he could apply to these. could he use his magic with these Keyblades? he could only do one thing, yet...the potential was as endless as the blades he carried upon that hill. when he had the time to understand the Keyblades, he'd consider what could be done. until then? this was enough. clashing with the claws of two Soldiers that leapt up at him, the white blade reached in and cleaved them in two. more hearts released. just keep fighting. don't stop. don't stop or you'll die, his body told him. the moment that he summoned those weapons, it seemed the Heartless couldn't decide who to properly go for. in fact, many tended to gravitate towards Shirou when they would attack either one of the two without purpose. a strong heart backed by the power of the Keyblades, Shirou had become a newfound target for them]
HAAH--!! [he smashes through the helment of another Soldier, sweeping out the black blade behind him as Shadows attacked. with a style that was his own, that would be his own, it was like he was a completely different person when he fought with those swords. even with the weapons he originally projected. it was Archer, the memories of his battles throughout the Holy Grail War. Archer's battle tactics, his knowledge, his weapons, they all flowed within Emiya Shirou to create another faker. and he could only get stronger from there. divide himself from what made Archer who he was. after all, they were completely different people in his head. unlike him, he had no regrets. wouldn't have no regrets. it wasn't until he mowed down three of the Invisible that he realized there weren't that many left, impossibly bright flashes of light taking place behind him as Xion rushed down the Darkside.
help her. fight alongside her. she couldn't possibly beat that thing alone. on instinct, he whipped around and just...stopped. it felt that everything except Xion froze in his eyes, entranced by the power she was unleashing. it was rough, aggressive, but with a purpose. it was almost like Saber with how she guided her blade...]