Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga Chapter 681

Atalanta endured the tearing pain of her wounds, rolled several times, and dodged the arrows, but more arrows followed close behind.

"Couldn't you have shot a little later?!"

"It's not impossible, but for your sake, I figured I should shoot quickly. So you wouldn't—ah, never mind."

Shirou fired continuously, yet Atalanta forcibly relied on an Archer's instincts to evade his arrows, even putting more distance between herself and Shirou.

Shirou looked like he was about to cry at his mere C-ranked Agility.

Even now, her Agility was at least B-. He simply could not outrun her and could only shoot at her with his bow. Even if he wanted to fight in close combat, he could not.

"What do you mean? Explain yourself, Assassin!"

Shirou frowned, looking somewhat conflicted. "You asked me to say it."

"Then spit it out!" Atalanta gritted her teeth as she dodged Shirou's arrows.

"Well, Achilles was a hero with a pretty terrible record..."

"Mm, that made sense."

Atalanta did not deny Shirou's assessment.

She knew perfectly well how atrocious Achilles' actions had been.

After the Trojan War, he had charged into the city and destroyed a temple, even enraging the gods. That was also why she had never gotten along particularly well with Achilles.

"Think about it. If you don't die soon enough, and your corpse is still warm after you die, what if he takes you while you're still warm?"

Chapter 23: The Head Was Gone

The golden radiance was finally blocked by the small world that encircled the heavens, and Achilles felt a chill run down his spine.

What exactly was going on with this enemy?

Those gilded arrows were as awe-inspiring as the god Apollo himself.

Could it be—Heracles?

At that moment, Achilles could not help but look rather grim. He realized