Piercing Death-Flies the Spear! (Continued)

Though his right hand holding the spear could no longer continue attacking, his left hand could still use Pankration to seize Shirou's right arm.

But Shirou cleverly abandoned the sword he had projected earlier and retreated first, avoiding Achilles's grasp.

"Well, even against a fatally wounded enemy, you still can't defeat him quickly, Rider? What, die together? You can't do that at all, can you?" Shirou taunted. "And trying to force me by attacking my Master—you can't kill me either. Hey, aren't you way too weak?"

"What?"

Gilgamesh was equally astonished. He stared blankly.

Achilles panted heavily, gripping the spear in his hand ever tighter, as though he might snap it in two.

His fury was no longer magma hidden beneath the earth's crust, but a torrent of fire about to erupt from a volcano's mouth!

The provocation had worked splendidly, but it had also made the situation more difficult.

Shirou understood that outcome perfectly well.

But if even Berserker's death could not take Achilles down with him, Shirou had no choice but to do it himself.

At the very least, he had to strike Achilles's heel and break his immortality!

A red spear appeared in Shirou's right hand. This was the method he had prepared.

But to Achilles, Shirou wielding a red spear looked like yet another provocation.

Shirou, who had originally excelled at swordsmanship—whose skill with a blade even surpassed that of most Sabers—was actually using a spear against him. What a joke!

Setting down his Master, Shirou gripped the spear with both hands, spun it in a flourish, and clashed with Achilles.

With light deflections and fierce thrusts, Shirou's skill with the spear was no less than Achilles's.

Achilles was slightly startled. Even consumed by rage, his spearwork was never disordered, yet his opponent truly managed to