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However, even after obtaining Balance Breaker and unsealing Durandal, neither Kiba nor Xenovia had been able to so much as push Kokabiel, the Fallen even going so far as to catch Durandal between his fingers, as if to mock it's legendary cutting edge. Yet here Shirou was, not only managing to match Kokabiel in speed and strength, but actually managing to push the Fallen if the way he was backing up were any indication.
Indeed, compared to their efforts, it looked as if Shirou was dancing with the Fallen, landing glancing blows whenever he could whilst predicting the course of the Blades of Light, though perhaps it would be more accurate to say he 'guided' them to specific areas by deliberately leaving them open, allowing him to avoid them at the last minute, more often than not destroying the Fallen's blades with his own, constantly switching out his own blades as they were likewise destroyed by Kokabiel's superior strength.
"My word…" Akeno chuckled weakly, Rias' Queen eyeing the proceedings before her in amazement "If this is what Emiya-kun classifies as 'Third Rate', then I'd hate to see what his Masters are capable of."
"Indeed…" Rias concurred, Issei actually paling as he tried to imagine just what kind of Monster would consider someone like Shirou to be 'Third Rate', the Gremory Heiress' expression calculating as she watched the Magus's twin swords clash repeatedly with the Fallen Star of God's "Perhaps it's a good thing he chose not to join my peerage…I honestly don't know if my remaining Knight or Rook pieces would be enough…"
"You stand a better chance than Sona at least…" Akeno mused, looking on with trepidation as the dance of death continued "I don't see her remaining three pawns and knight measuring up to this."
Before Rias could respond, Kokabiel spread his arms wide, knocking Shirou's blades to the side, the Fallen, whose face had taken on a look of manic glee, bringing his swords down in a bid to vivisect the Faker "No!"
"Steel Is My Body…And Fire Is My Blood."
With a clash, the Divine Swords of Light were repelled by the massive sword that had appeared in Shirou's left hand. No, not a sword, it would instead be more accurate to call the thing in his hands an axe that some giant had crudely carved out of bedrock.
By all rights, the thing was far to large and heavy for any mortal to swing with ease, in all honesty Rias doubted even Koneko-chan could efficiently wield it even with her Rook Strength, and in any case it would likely take both hands to so much as life it.
And yet not only was Shirou clearly able to wield that implausible weapon with one hand, he was able to do so with such speed and precision that it not only shattered Kokabiel's Blades of Light, the sheer force of the blows actually forced the Fallen to leap back to avoid a direct hit.
"Not bad!" Kokabiel applauded, an approving grin on his face as he summoned a fresh sword of light, cleaving through the surprisingly resistant stone blade after a mere second's opposition, only to cry out in anger as Shirou released his grip on the weapon, taking advantage of the brief window provided as it dissolved back into the ether to lunge forward with a Golden Spear, impaling Kokabiel's left hand before leaping back to avoid his retaliatory swing.
"It seems I must commend you, boy." the Fallen applauded, his tone surprisingly honest as he examined his bleeding hand as if nothing could have made him happier than to shed his once-holy blood in battle "It's been so long since an opponent has drawn first blood against me. I don't know what kind of Sacred Gear you're using boy, but it's clearly leagues above that Holy Devil Sword user!"
"I don't possess a Sacred Gear." Shirou countered, dispelling the shattered stone axe-sword before settling into a stance while Kiba glared at the Fallen for mocking the blade of his comrades "I wouldn't even be able to recreate one if I tried."
"Indeed?" Kokabiel mused, torn between intrigue at the admission and disappointment "I suppose there are limits to every ability." raising his wounded hand for emphasis as holy light covered it "Then again, if this paper cut was the best you could manage…" he trailed off as the light from his hand dimmed, eyes widening at the sight of the still bleeding wound in his flesh "What?!"
"The wound didn't heal?" Akeno exclaimed, looking just as shocked as Kokabiel as the Fallen tried again and again to close the wound "That's impossible, a Fallen of Kokabiel's level should be able to heal such a wound instantly."
"It must be that spear." Xenovia deduced, shivering slightly as she stared at the weapon "I can sense it from here; there's a powerful curse on that Spear, comparable to that of a Demonic Sword." She glanced up at Kokabiel "Still, for them to prevent a Fallen of his calibre from regenerating…"
"Now this is interesting!" Kokabiel exclaimed, his earlier frustration gone as he leered at Shirou approvingly "I don't know what trickery you worked on that spear boy," he called out, raising his hands over his head as multiple pinpoints of light forming in the air around him "but you were a fool to waste it on little more than a glancing blow!"
"Holy-!" Issei yelped, looking on in horror as countless Spears of Light filled the sky like a fireworks display, the gathered devils diving for cover as best they could, Akeno and Rias grimacing as they tried to scrounge together enough magical energy to erect a barrier, only to blink as the light from on-high was abruptly cut off by a shadow, prompting them to look up once more.
"I Have Created Over A Thousand Blades."
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