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"But they never wanted vengeance." He declared, lowering his fist and marching towards Valper, who backed away from him hurriedly at the sight of the Demonic Sword the Knight summoned to his hand "Even so, I can't rest easy knowing you walk the earth. My comrades will never be able to rest if I allow you to escape to repeat the sa cris over again."
"FREED!" Valper shrieked, staggering backwards like the coward he was, only to sneer mockingly as the Stray-Exorcist once again stepped between him and Kiba, waving his sword threateningly.
"FINALLY!" the lunatic cackled, aiming his sword at Kiba's face "I thought I was gonna die of old age while you lot nattered on like old-hags." He shivered in disgust "And don't get started on that creepy-ass singing...brrr! I got enough of that shit back in Sunday School! Just hearing it again pissed off so much I'm about ready to snap!"
"Don't think I forgot about you, Freed Sellzen." Kiba snarled, glaring at the madman "It's not like I needed a reason before, but now that I know my comrades' spirits reside within you, I won't rest till I've ripped them from your cooling corpse."
"Oooh~! I love it when you talk dirty..." Freed sneered, licking the side of his sword mockingly "It makes wanna carve you open with this Ex-Cali-BOSHIT-!" he yelped, lunging to the side to narrowly avoid the Zwiehander that nearly pierced his head, Valper crying out in alarm as he was encased in a ring of steel by several identical blades "What the fuck?!"
"Trace...ON." Shirou called out calmly, the Faker ignoring the looks of shock he was drawing as he held up his arms, countless blades filling the air behind him, each of them a naless phantasm, yet none among the onlookers could deny the quality of their make "All projections standing by..."
"O-oi...what the fuck man?" Freed swore, the Fallen-Exorcist paling slightly at the sheer SIZE of so of the blades the Faker was leveling at him with apparent ease, backing up a step out of caution "You ever heard of overkill-?!"
"Sword Barrel Full Open!" was the only response Shirou deed necessary, the redhead unleashing his accumulated blades as a hail of steel death that tore through Freed's illusions whilst missing Kiba and Xenovia by a yard.
It was a preferred Tactic of both EMIYA and Gilgash, raining down weapons on their foes to both limit their movent and drive ho just how screwed they were. However, unlike Gilgash, whose arrows were all priceless treasures, EMIYA preferred naless blades that cost less to project, but could be pumped full of Prana to the point they exploded on impact.
In short, Shirou wasn't simply dropping swords on Freed from on high. He was carpet bombing the Stray Exorcist whilst simultaneously setting up a remote minefield that would detonate at his discretion.
And yet, despite it all, Freed was sohow managing to avoid the worst of the assault. Call it the devil's own luck, but by the ti the final Sword had dropped, Freed was standing off to the side, his clothes torn to shreds, but still very much alive. And pissed.
"HAX!" he shrieked, pointing at Shirou with his naless Holy Sword, which was the sole reason he hadn't been reduced to shreds in the opening salvo "I call Hax! Where the hell did you learn a cheap-ass broken move like that you filthy cheater!"
"As much as it pains to admit, I have to agree with Sellzen on this one, Emiya." Xenovia mused, eyeing the destruction before her warily "Even if the opponent is a Holy Sword wielder..."
"It's precisely because it's a Holy Sword that I'm willing to go so far." Shirou cut in, his expression cool as he continued to glare at Freed "Even if it's a half-assed recreation, it's still possesses the power of three individual Holy Swords. It will take more than this to match it."
"Is that a fact...?" Kiba mused, chuckling weakly at the remains littering the ground around him even as Valper spluttered impotently at the insult to his creation from within the confines of his prison "In that case, I suppose I better step up my ga!"
So saying, he held Holy Eraser overhead, the Devil Blade glowing with his Demonic Power even as the Holy Aura he received from his friends rose from his chest to envelop the blade. "Here and now I vow!" he called out, eyes locked on the sword overhead "In the na of my fallen comrades, I vow uphold our dreams! In the na of Rias Gremory, I vow to beco the sword that will defend my comrades from harm!"
"Yuuto..." Rias breathed, the Gremory heiress looking on in wonder as her Knight finally peaked, his Sacred Gear, Sword Birth, reacting to his desires and going into overdrive, surpassing its limitations and advancing to the next stage of its evolution, the very nature of the sword in his hand changing in response to his desires.
Judging the concept of creation...
They who were separate are united once more...to aid their friend in his darkest hour.
It was a sword that neither rejected the Light nor condemned the Dark. It welcod all its master held dear whilst driving off all who would dare to harm what he sought to protect.
Hypothesizing the Basic Structure...
A two-handed longsword that embodies their past dreams...and their friend's prayer for the future.
For so long they had suffered for their selfless act, sacrificed for the sake of a madman's desire while the mory of their loss tornted their beloved friend.
Duplicating the Composite Materials...
Forged from the wishes of the Faithful and the Prayer of the Damned. No mortal fla could match the passion of the soul from which this blade forged, nor earthly tal it's dark radiance.
Along one side, the blade shone bright as day. Along the other side, the darkness seed to absorb the light around it. Neither trying to outdo the other, but rather lending the other strength and stability.
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