Piercing Death-Flies the Spear! (Continued)

The spear flashed with several streaks of blue light before returning to Achilles's hand.

At comet-like speed, he immediately charged toward Shirou.

"Just a mortal wound." Shirou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Did you think that would be enough to bring me down?"

His right lung had been pierced, but that was all. His Spirit Core was in his heart, and it had not been hit at all.

"Your right lung was pierced, and you still dare act so arrogant?" Achilles raised his spear and pointed it at Shirou.

Shirou set down his Master.

Traceon!

Guan Yu and Mo Ye appeared in Shirou's hands, forcibly blocking Achilles's attack.

"Don't make me laugh, Achilles. A wound like this can't defeat me, and neither can you. Understand?" Shirou chuckled.

But in Achilles's eyes, that smile was pure mockery.

That utterly disgusting smile reminded him of that Berserker.

"Go to hell with that Berserker! Assassin!"

Achilles took a slight step back, preparing his next attack, only—

He discovered that even under these circumstances, his opponent had drawn a bow and arrow faster than he had.

"Bloodied Hound, go!"

Knowing full well that Shirou's arrow would track him, Achilles hurriedly shattered the A-rank Noble Phantasm, giving himself a chance to launch another attack. But Shirou's attacks began coming one after another without pause.

I am the bone of my sword!

Guan Yu and Mo Ye were projected once more, and Shirou immediately hurled them out.

Pain surged from deep within his wound. Shirou narrowed his eyes. "Hey, Master, give me a Command Spell. Hurry."

"Okay!"

A stroke of a Command Spell appeared on Shirou's right hand.

That Command Spell would be of great use to him.

Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.

Another pair of Guan Yu