Shirou grabbed Atalanta Alter by the arm and pulled her up from the ground.
"Stop!"
Atalanta Alter struggled desperately and swung her arm—
The sharp tips of her claws left three deep, bloody gashes across Shirou's chest.
"...Ugh!"
The Dark-haired Girl's eyes widened.
"I'm... sorry... I didn't..."
She shook her head as she backed away, then suddenly turned and ran in panic.
Demonified Atalanta's speed had explosively increased beyond its original level. Under normal circumstances, she probably couldn't even have been seen with the naked eye—
Fortunately, Shirou had sensed her intention to flee long ago.
"Time Alter Hexagon Accel!"
Before Atalanta could reach top speed, Shirou leaped up and tackled her to the ground around the waist.
"Stop! Let go of me! ■■■! No!"
Ignoring the girl's resistance, Shirou gradually restrained both her hands.
During the struggle, Atalanta Alter's fingernails left countless wounds on his body.
"What happened to you, Atalanta?"
"Don't... don't look at me... Don't look at me... Ugh!"
Atalanta struggled desperately.
At the same time, she fought with all her strength to suppress her beastly impulses so she wouldn't hurt Shirou.
After making a commotion for several minutes, she gradually quieted down—
Atalanta had regained a small measure of reason.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her ample breasts, greatly enlarged by Demonification, heaved violently like hills. Atalanta Alter glared at the boy pinning her down, her expression filled with both humiliation and despair.
"Why... why did you have to do this?! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
"You suddenly started acting so strangely, Atalanta. How could I really just leave you alone?"
Atalanta raged impotently and cursed, "You... meddlesome bastard!"
Shirou said seriously, "Say whatever you want. I simply can't leave you alone."
"..."
Atalanta was rendered speechless.
She knew very well why she had fallen