That really was a headache.
"Lancer, please stop. Don't make things difficult for Senior, okay?" Sakura, who had been watching the two fight from the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Why do you have to keep fighting?"
Lancer didn't answer. He smiled and fell silent for a while.
"I hadn't wanted to tell you. Haha, being pitied doesn't feel good. The human soul part of me is probably about to give out." After saying that, Lancer looked into Shirou's eyes, his voice carrying a hint of pleading. "Just let me die with some dignity."
Shirou looked at Sakura. She bit her lip and said nothing. It seemed she agreed.
Lancer suddenly charged straight at Shirou. "Too young. No sense of caution at all."
"Pah! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"
Red Rose, Yellow Rose, come forth!
Today, he would become Old Master of Twin Guns for once!
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"Couldn't you go a little easier on me?" Lancer hurriedly dodged Yellow Rose's attack, groaning in misery. If that strike had so much as grazed him, the wound would never heal.
"Shut up! Shameless old thief! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"
Old Master of Twin Guns—Shirou Emiya—was going to beat you to death today!
Wielding Red Rose and Yellow Rose, Shirou and Lancer forcibly fought to a standstill, evenly matched. Would you believe that?
Shirou, whose spear technique had originally been only half-baked, actually grew more and more proficient during the fight.
Why am I so skilled at this? Just how many times have I wielded a spear?
"But even with two spears, you still can't make up for your lack of spear technique." Lancer laughed, then abruptly leaped back.
"But can you take one of my