Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

In close-quarters combat, as long as Gilgamesh made even the slightest move, Shirou had all sorts of ways to counter it.

For example, right now.

Amakusa Shirou stepped back and blocked another strike from Berserker.

Caster had already been tied down by Shirou. It was time for him to head back, but Berserker would never let him leave so easily.

He could only fight while retreating, at least putting some distance between himself and Assassin's battlefield.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

"Berserker's right." Shirou revealed an evil grin. "Tonight, none of you are leaving."

Gilgamesh's expression changed dramatically at those words.

"What? You want Amakusa Shirou to stay too? And you say you don't like men?"

"Huh?" Shirou froze, and Gilgamesh broke through the encirclement he had woven with his swords.

Gilgamesh, holding a stone axe in her left hand and a spellbook in her right, wore a slightly cold expression as the spellbook in her hand began flipping through its pages nonstop.

Mana surged continuously from the spellbook, coating Gilgamesh's body and flowing into her stone axe.

This level of reinforcement was fully on par with Shirou, a third-rate magus specializing in Projection and Reinforcement. And because her mana reserves were so abundant, the degree of reinforcement even surpassed the usual limit of what Shirou could achieve.

Shirou glanced from side to side.

Should I just run?

"Don't run! Don't even think about it. There's no way you can project your shield in one second—I calculated it." Gilgamesh smiled cruelly. "I've thoroughly studied all those traits of your magecraft."

"Hey, hey, wait. I don't like men, so don't slander my innocence. Also, how do you know so much?" As Shirou spoke, he racked his brain for a way to strike back.

"Obviously. When you were summoned by me back then, I