Conversely, Lancer's long spear made it difficult for Shirou to get close and break through his defensive range.
"Heh, Archer, don't tell me this is all you've got?" Lancer retreated slightly, guarding against Shirou's movements.
"Don't regret saying that. You're forcing me to show my real skills." The twin blades in Shirou's hands dissolved into blue motes of magical energy, only for a Western bow and a sword to appear in his hands moments later.
"Oh? You're finally going to show off your archery? No matter how I think about it, Archer in close combat just seems strange." Lancer was completely unconcerned about Shirou's arrows.
No matter how accurate the arrows were, he was confident he could handle them.
However, Shirou had never intended to win with arrows.
Drawing a bow and firing arrows? Archer?
What a joke.
An Archer who did not fight in close quarters was not a qualified Archer. Archer never maxed out agility, but maxed out strength and intelligence. Wasn't that common sense?
Archery was merely a way to toy with enemies while resting. As for Archers who wanted to win through archery alone—allow me to be blunt, they were all trash!
"Traceon!"
With that incantation, countless swords appeared behind Shirou.
"Interesting, interesting." Instead of being alarmed by the swords, Lancer laughed. "Did you become an Archer because of this? But with so many swords, aren't you afraid of exhausting your magical energy?"
"You might not believe it, but the more I fight, the more magical energy I have."
That was not a joke. Ever since fighting Berserker, he had discovered that his magical energy was more abundant than ever. If he had previously possessed only 100 units of magical energy, he now had 1,000.
Shirou even felt that if he fought a few more battles,