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AKIHOLARME

Aki was in a very foul mood. Rebeca, the girl who had taken her in and tried to help, was comatose, and the person responsible had gotten away. The very thought of it made her grind her teeth in indignation. Failure was not something she experienced often.

She had given the poor girl to the shopkeeper, who had been extremely upset at the sight of the destroyed door that Caedia had smashed her through. The dragonborn didn’t pay him much mind, walking out of the gym in a daze. Then, of course, she noticed the multiple suns in the sky, hanging very low in the skyline, and as a true adventurer at heart, there was no way she was going to pass up investigating this. She took off toward the nearest sun at a jog, hoping that Rebeca would be well cared for.



MATOU CONSTRUCTION SITE

Fuck. There were guards patrolling the perimeter around the partially constructed area that seemed to be housing one of the suns. It wasn’t the most heavily fortified place she had ever broken into, but she didn’t like her chances of making it through undetected. Her heavy armor would easily give her away. She was going to have to rely on timing.

“Laas,” she whispered under her breath, and the Aura Whisper dragon magic took effect. She could see every opposing guard outlined in red, even if they were out of her field of vision. With this, it would be easy to predict when patrols came and went. Soon enough, she spotted an opening. One pair of guards disappeared behind a half-complete wall, while the next patrol still wouldn’t come around the bend for roughly three seconds.

Aki got up and sprinted as fast as she could, aiming to make it through to the foundation, where it would be easy to take cover behind the many large crates of supplies and construction equipment. Her heavy armor clanked loudly, but the chance that the guards would be able to pick up the sound from behind all these walls was minimal. Just before the next patrol rounded the corner and noticed her, she used another Shout.

“Wuld!” At that, the wind itself seemed to pick her up and carry her forward, covering the remainder of the distance at unbelievable speed. Praying nobody had seen her, she crouched behind several crates and waited, taking a moment to recover her energy after the use of two dragon shouts. After several moments, she decided that she had remained undetected and nobody was looking for her. Nodding to herself, she pressed further in.

In the center was a pillar of light, shining high into the sky. A brilliant light that somehow didn’t render her blind, so long as she didn’t gaze at it directly. However, she was starting to feel a little bit ill. Something about this place, this light, didn’t sit quite right with her, but damn if she knew what it was. There was a man in pure white armor standing next to the pillar of light, all by himself. She had no idea what he was doing here, how he was involved in this, or what any of this was even for, but there was only one way to find out.

Walking into full view, the ebony warrior woman strode toward the man with purpose, ignoring the sickening feeling in her gut. “Hey, you. You know what’s going on with this new light in the sky?”

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EMIYA SHIROU

Forest shivered lightly in his arms, and Shirou could intimately feel every twitch of her muscles, causing him to suck in air through his teeth and hold her tighter. She assured him that she was fine, although her phrasing was a little odd, in an endearing sort of way.

He pulled his hips back, then pushed forward again, slowly sliding in and out of his lover.  A pleased hum unconsciously rumbled out of his throat. He didn't bother to pick up the pace, content to soak in the simple joy of being connected with the wonderful woman in his arms.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Shirou sprinted down the street, a destination already selected out of the available elevated positions. It was almost an afterthought when he concentrated what little mana he had left into his legs to allow him to scale the walls of his target building. He was so focused that he didn’t notice someone else coming up behind him.

Someone grabbed onto his arm and pulled. He didn’t know who. It didn’t matter who, or why. They were stopping him from doing what needed to be done.

Acting on reflex, the freelancer managed to keep himself from tumbling at the sudden pull in the opposite direction. He shifted in his grip to face this new enemy, and allowed himself to be pulled - right into grabbing range. Shirou wrapped both arms around him and lifted him into the air with all his considerable strength while bending over backwards. The other man slammed into the concrete face first and tumbled. It was a move that Luvia had taught him the hard way several times.

Shirou was already sprinting away again by the time it registered that the person he had just suplexed was the same one who had saved him from Shendu’s flames moments ago, but it was too late to be concerned about that. Taking a running leap, the Emiya magus scaled the apartment complex in a few hops, his lightly reinforced legs managing to give him an unnaturally great launching power. He turned to where Mia and Shendu were, preparing to gamble on the risks to his body and prepare a projection when he realized that nobody was there anymore.

Shirou blinked and panted from the exertion it took to get him here. His mind didn’t want to process this. Mia and the dragon were gone without a trace, only the scorch marks from the intensely hot flames marking the frantic and very one-sided battle that had taken place. Had Shendu taken her? Was she vaporized? He could still hear Mia’s screams in his head as he ran, and he didn’t want to imagine what fate had befallen her.

She was probably dead, and he had ran. Shirou collapsed on the roof, exhausted, and trying to choke down the feeling of nausea and failure.



KOTOMINE KIREI

He may have struck like a viper, but he hit like a hammer. The attack failed to break through the hardened scales, but the force behind the blow was enough to numb Riku’s arms with pain. For his part Kotomine’s fierce scowl deepened when his hand failed to pierce through the girl’s suddenly very tough skin. Had he really lost so much in the previous battle?

Quickly swapping his style, the tentacles retreated back into the ground and grabbed the redhead’s arm with the hand he had just attacked her with, denying her ability to defend from that side, and pulled back his left leg and delivered a devastating kick to her right flank.

Or he would have, if a blast of supernatural energy didn’t slam into him at the worst possible time. Whatever it was, it burned into the joint where his left leg connected to the hip, and very nearly caused the priest to lose his balance. He wobbled almost comically as he fought to avoid falling backward, reflexively holding tight onto Riku’s arm, before firmly planting both feet back on the ground. The scorched flesh seemed to just slough away, replaced just as quickly by healthy skin and muscle. Even his robes had somehow returned to perfect condition.

Of course, as soon as he had recovered more ranged energy attacks blasted at him, this time from the other direction. These wounds too healed as quickly as they were dealt, but Kotomine had had quite enough of this. As the two latecomers approached, the muscles in his arms tightened and bulged, large enough for definition to be seen even through his blue robes.

Gripping the redhead girl’s arm like an over tightened vice, the priest pulled her past and behind him, as though he were preparing to pitch a baseball, and with just as much ease.

Then, one handed, he swung her in a half circle around him. Riku’s entire body stretched out straight from the centrifugal force, threatening to pop her arm from its socket. It was an impossibly wide arc, logic dictated that Kotomine’s arm was almost ten meters too short to hit Michael and Valerie with Riku’s body, yet she came flying at them both all the same.

At the completion of the swing, he released the girl’s arm, allowing her momentum to send her flying back into the massive pile of rubble he had emerged from only moments ago. If luck was on his side, that one move would have bought him all the time he needed to sustain himself. Of course, with the way things had been going the past few hours, he had no reason to believe that fortune would favor him.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Forest gasped as he entered her, then wrapped her legs around his waist and embraced him, kissing his shoulder as he nuzzled her. She felt cool to the touch, but only mildly so, and he was quite distracted by the sensation of her petite body gripping him. His manhood tensed at the feeling, and he shifted inside of her.

"Forest," he said in a voice so low and gravelly with need that he surprised himself. "Are you ok?"

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EMIYA SHIROU

Shirou gave Forest a nervous smile and shifted so that he was pressing against her slick entrance. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her being around him and watching her face for signs of discomfort. He encountered the wall within her that normally marked a girl as a maiden, and kept pushing. It gave, and then broke, and then he was fully inside of her.

He shifted so that he could hug her to him, hoping that didn't cause her any undue pain. He laid there, holding her and nuzzling her cheek, waiting until she said he could continue.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Shirou blinked as Forest parted her legs, knowing what she was inviting him to do. He kissed her deeply as he shifted his hips to fit into her, his manhood rubbing just above her entrance.

"May I?" he inquired gently, his mismatched eyes peering into endless deep blue.

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KOTOMINE KIREI

Kotomine’s eyes narrowed when his target dove into a roll to get away, in the only direction available to her - toward him. He took a step forward with his left foot and raised his arm high above his head, his palm flat and fingers held together as though preparing a karate chop. When the redhead came to a stop, she had a split second to observe the priest right in front of her before his hand came down like a viper’s strike.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Forest made a cute whine as his fingers left her, then shifted to embrace him fully, rubbing her nose to his. Shirou couldn't help but grin, taking joy in the simple show of affection. He kissed her, slowly and lovingly. He was sure his lips would be sore from all he was putting them through, but he didn't care.

"You're wonderful, Forest," he said, wanting to express all the warm feelings and desire flowing through him but unable to think of the right words. So he held her tight, vaguely realizing she would be able to feel his need against her own.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Forest was making small, beautiful gasps and whimpers as he pleasured her. Shirou could feel himself starting to become hard again, passionate heat seeping into his loins and head, all too aware of the soft, writhing body he was pressed against. He could feel the tension building inside her as her muscles grew tighter, until she reached her breaking point.

Forest's hips bucked as she was overcome with ecstasy, and her inner walls clamped down hard on his fingers, as if her body wanted to keep them for itself. Shirou felt her ride out the waves of her climax, then withdrew his hand from her quivering folds, suddenly aware of how wet she was down there. He held her close, pressing his cheek to hers as he waited for her to recover.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Forest gasped into him and her hips bucked at his hand, and Shirou felt relieved that she was still enjoying this. He kissed her deeply, his lips tingling from having pressed against hers so much. His fingers slid even deeper inside of her, and he rubbed at her insides and clitoris in sync, his thumb making long circles over the entirety of the sensitive nub, chasing it back beneath her pink folds.

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Forest

Shirou was kissing her, his tongue gently dancing with Forest's as each subtle movement of his nimble fingers sent sparks of bliss through her.  There was an empty, gnawing ache making itself known, one that was at the corner of her mind most of the time but could be burred with enough violence.  Her tongue flicked against his as her hips kept moving on their own accord, those sparks and jolts getting even stronger now.

She felt herself growing tense, heavy yet weightless at the same time.  She felt his fingers shift and almost wailed at their absence until there was a slight burn and then fullness with friction.  His thumb brushed that tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds and her whole body jolted.  A cry escaped from her lips, muffled by his as she held him tightly.

EMIYA SHIROU

The former redhead was surprised at Forest's sudden jolt. Did she cum? He wasn't sure. His fingers slowed as he tried to determine if his over had orgasmed or not. Cautiously, he began to rub her sensitive nub just a little more firmly with his thumb, hoping that this wouldn't overstimulate or scare her. His index and middle finger, partly inside of her, curled up to gently stroke the top of her inner walls.

The blond vampire's tight hold pressed their bodies together, and Shirou became aware of the fact that his lips were still pressed to hers. Slightly embarassed, and not wanting to be like a dead fish attached to her mouth, he started kissing her properly again. He hoped it wasn't too awkward. He wanted this to be as pleasing as he could make it, to help soothe her nervousness.

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EMIYA SHIROU

As he had somewhat expected, the demon ignored his pleas and made to roast him and Mia like an open fire barbeque with way too much lighter fluid. Unlike what he had expected, a stranger suddenly appeared in the way, and in the same instant a wall of fire interposed itself between them and Shendu.

The newcomer, a teenage boy by the looks, turned and reached out to grab him and Mia, but the girl was no longer there to grab. In a flash of movement that to Shirou’s eyes appeared instantaneous, the silver haired girl dashed to the towering, mighty dragon and jammed her sword through his mouth while bowling him over, causing both of them to fall to the pavement.

"͠D̨̧O͟ N̢͏͢OT́͞ ̸̀T̷̕͝OU͜C͠͏H̷̸́ ͡M͝E̡!͡"́ ̶̢̕  she screamed in a voice that gave Shirou goosebumps.

The Emiya magus had precious little mana to work with, and his circuits, while no longer overheating, were still raw from the strain he had put them under. He would be less than useless trying to fight the apparently immortal Shendu, at least directly. But if he took Mia and ran, the dragon would easily chase them down with his ridiculous speed. With no good options available to him, Shirou made a decision he prayed he wouldn’t regret.

He ran.

Everything in him screamed against it. That it was wrong, selfish to leave the field of battle while people were in danger. His heart thundered in his chest, demanding that he turn back, that he save the enigmatic young girl and the boy who had tried to shield them. He pushed aside the feeling of bile that always arose and continued his flight. As he had learned long ago, cold pragmatism was best in the grand scheme of things.



KOTOMINE KIREI

Something sharp and black exploded from zombie-Richard’s midsection, spraying Riku with lukewarm blood. Then it pulled away just as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the corpse to flop to the ground with a large hole in its chest. Behind the show of sudden violence, standing atop the pile of rubble, a man in long blue robes with shoulder length dark hair stood tall, gazing down on the few remaining interlopers with hateful brown eyes.

Kotomine Kirei hopped from his perch to the ground with ease, the earth caving beneath his feet just slightly as he landed with a thud. He did not even bother with speech as a dozen black tentacles, swaying and wiggling in a mad dance as their master eyed the three people in front of him. What he saw was hardly enough to make up for what he had already lost.

Still, they would do, for the moment.

As one, all the tentacles came down on the same target: The redhaired woman, apparently intending to take the group apart one at a time.

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AKIHOLARME

Caedia shifted to a frost spell, and suddenly a wall of ice burst from the ground and slammed into the dragonborn, pushing her so hard she smashed through the door behind her. She landed hard on her back, the world a blur as her mind struggled through the pain to process what had just happened. Then she realized she couldn’t breathe, and panicked for a split second before realizing she had only gotten the wind blown out of her.

Aki tried to stand up, but was halted by a sharp, burning pain in her chest. The ice hadn’t pierced her armor, but the impact had broken a rib or two. Concentrating enough for a healing spell took some effort, but she managed to restore her body enough to move around. She stood back up, looking around to see where Crest and Caedia were.



KOTOMINE KIREI

Kotomine strode through the industrial complex, forcing himself to focus and not be distracted by his rage. Strange though, it seemed as though the walls were trembling. The priest hadn’t thought himself susceptible to such tricks of the eyes.

His eyes grew wide and his gut sank when he realized that it was far more than just a trick of the eyes. The entire building swayed, once, twice, made a sickening grinding noise, and then collapsed on itself. Even the blast furnace itself, already weakened by the dragon’s previous barrage, toppled to the side. The superheated gas and liquid metal inside escaped, and the ruined structure rapidly caught fire. A yellow and orange haze brought light to the world of night.

The robed priest clawed his way out of the rubble, appearing no worse for the wear, bits of ruined metal clattering as he pushed them aside. His teeth ground together as he surveyed the wreckage. It seemed even the city itself and all its denizens had conspired against him today. He could feel a long suppressed rage bubbling to the surface. He mastered it of course - he had risen above base instinct - but the idea of venting his wrath on the people still nearby was extremely appealing.

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EMIYA SHIROU

Shirou watched with a mixture of awe and horror as Mia carved the immensely powerful dragon into pieces, her unreadable sword moving so fast it was all a blur to his human eyes. He might have been able to keep up with the movement if he reinforced his eyes, but he didn’t want to risk it as exhausted as he was.

And then, before he realized it, Shendu put himself back together faster than Mia could tear him apart and caught the young girl with a wild strike, sending her flying, crashing into a nearby wall.

No.

The freelancer’s eyes widened with horror, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. This wasn’t a fight they were going to win.

Mia is going to die, he thought as panic began to well up within him.

There were two options available to him. He could either throw all caution to the wind and project the strongest sword he could in hopes of sneak attacking Shendu, attempting to disable him long enough to escape, or he could try to plead with the enraged dragon for their lives. Neither option was likely to succeed.

Fleeing and abandoning Mia was out of the question.

“I love you, onii-chan,” the snow fairy said in a quiet voice, her pained eyes struggling to look at him.

Making a snap decision, Shirou placed himself between Shendu and the girl he was trying to protect, praying that the dragon didn’t just vaporize both of them.

“Shendu, please! She’s a kid, she doesn’t understand what she’s doing. Please don’t kill her!” he beseeched desperately.

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KOTOMINE KIREI

For several tense moments, nothing happened. When the other intruders made no further attempts to attack, the man in priestly robes turned to face kid armed with what was apparently a magical key, pulling away from the now mostly-melted ice spikes.  There wasn’t a trace of blood or damage on his body, and even his clothes were immaculate. One couldn’t tell he had just been run through by several large crystal blades.

“Rejoice, boy,” Kotomine said as he spread his arms wide, as though unconcerned at the thought of wasting precious oxygen. “For on this day, you will be joined with God.”

The movement caught his eye. Another teenager - the same one that had been killing the Halloweeners outside earlier, he realized - was running straight for the key wielding kid. Oh well, the more the merrier. It was a moment too late, when the reached each other and began sinking into a shadow portal, that he realized this wasn’t foolishness, this was an escape attempt. Kotomine reached out with one hand…

A bladed, tentacle like appendage swung out at the pair of teens with killing intent. Roxas was safe, mostly shielded by his rescuer. Adjutor fared much worse. The blade carved through him, ripping a large gash in his side, puncturing his right lung and badly damaging the thoracic nerves in his spine.

And then they were gone. Although one was critically wounded, they had escaped. Kotomine bit back a growl of annoyance. This had been far more complicated than it should have had to be, and there were still people harassing him out near the entrance. He half hoped they would follow him in. It would be annoying to deal with them too and he really just wanted to finish up here, but if they did, perhaps he could replenish himself a bit.



On the outside of the complex, Michael’s blasts tore through the eye and much of the black fleshy substance around it. It quivered there for a moment, as though seething in indignation at being assaulted, but then it retreated.

The darkness pulled away from the building, making a full retreat after several seconds and leaving no sign that it had been there, only the holes in the wall caused by Michael and Richard’s attacks.

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