He always accidentally went all out.
And in a battle where the weak faced the strong, even going all out was no match. The only hope of victory was to flee using the tricks Assassins commonly employed.
"Traceon!"
The Pseudo-Spiral Sword appeared in Shirou's hand. Without even aiming, Shirou loosed an arrow at the charging Gawain. At this distance, aiming was meaningless.
But with a single slash from Gawain, the Pseudo-Spiral Sword was sent flying.
Following the principle of making use of waste, Shirou murmured.
"Broken Phantasm!"
An explosion erupted directly above Gawain's head, swallowing him in smoke and dust.
Yet in less than half a second, Gawain charged out of the smoke unscathed, launching a fierce assault.
But that half-second was enough to give Shirou a chance to finish Gawain in one blow.
Sand Throw!
Gawain's vision was engulfed by yellow earth. Sand got into his eyes, and he clutched them in pain.
Perfect chance—now!
"Traceon! King Hassan Shield Me! Master, run!"
Author's Note:
King Hassan: When I was little, I always wanted to be an Assassin...
Jack: Have you given up now?
King Hassan: Yeah, unfortunately... After growing up, I realized it was too difficult. It would've been better if I'd realized sooner.
Jack: Is that so? Then there's nothing to be done.
Jack: Then I'll take over Grandpa's dream -w-~
Surface Allies
He panted heavily, his heart hammering as sweat covered his forehead and cheeks.
The powerful Sun Knight was an existence Shirou could not contend with right now. Winning without paying a price was impossible.
King Hassan Shield Me's protective function was extremely powerful. Its strength did not lie in its ability to withstand attacks, but in its ability to conceal one's presence. For Shirou, who had manifested as Archer, it could not have been more