Novel & Cerita Shirou Emiya Archer

"Emilia, please give us the chance to witness the skills of a former national team member." Encouraged by everyone, Emilia picked up the archery equipment she was so familiar with. Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Emilia stood tall, her shoulders squared, maintaining a composed demeanor as she drew the bowstring. With a swift whoosh, the arrow she released hit the center of the target with a perfect half-arc. The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. While everyone praised Emilia, Lana remained impassive and seemingly disinterested.

When she stepped on the earth under her, it stretched and crumbled like stone, giving her the impression that she was about to fall. A sword is currently poking her side, and a muscular hand clutches her arm, dragging her to the floor. Ema nearly collapsed, panting heavily, as her gaze met Mara's furious expression."I've got you." Instead of hiding Ema and maintaining his attention, the archer kept her on her feet. "Thanks," Ema responded with a shakier tone than before. He closed his eyes briefly to take a deep breath before speaking. "Right. Let us keep traveling."

she roared. Emily fought the hunters, hand-to-hand combat. Her arms got bruised when quicksilver slipped from the Hunters, weakening her even more. Her knees were shaking, she was tired, and at any moment, she’ll collapse. ‘Leia, I’m getting weaker and weaker. Convince Drake not to wander in the forest,’ Emily told her wolf. ‘I mislead these punks already, but I am not sure if I could still stand and fight them if they catch me,’ she added flatly.

She learned to trust her intuition even more and found a newfound harmony with the natural world. Aria: The sharpshooting archer, typically reserved and guarded, found herself in a realm of mirrors that reflected her emotions. She confronted her past and her reluctance to open up to others. Aria realized that her vulnerability was not a weakness but a testament to her humanity. She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds.

She cracked her neck and her fingers, readying herself to lunged. Using her lighting speed, Ember ran to the nearest tree where an archer was busy shooting arrows to their ways. The archer didn’t even notice Ember’s movements and was shocked when a huge clawed hand gripped its neck, it rendered the archer speechless and his eyes cast a shadow of fear when he realized what was happening. Death is coming. Without hesitation, Ember ripped the archer’s head. His body and head fell off the tree, the blood gushed out from the severed neck.

She doesn't need to talk, not even eyes, let her attitude tell Yu Shijin - her trust in him! Yu Shi Jin just reached for a black crossbow, the light like obsidian crossbow emitted icy light. He looked at the giant variants gushing from all directions, squinting slightly, turning his hand to take out ten extremely short arrows, two fingers pinching the tail of the arrow. The huge, pointed fangs that flowed in all directions were enough to make people numb! But if someone was by his side at this time, he must feel that his breath was not a bit messy.

Third Person's Point of view All of Yora and Archer's problems are over. Now they are quietly in love with nothing stopping them. Although Yora was not a werewolf and Archer was a wolfless, it was not a way to stop the love they had. “I told you I'm going to take a bath! Why are you bothering me ?!” Yora pushes Archer while Archer struggles to go with her. "I just want to go with you. What's wrong with that?" Archer is still struggling while Yora is starting to feel shy because the ordinary witches will definitely hear them again.

Every warrior had the chance of gaining a Soul beast, although, they don't have to choose the Soul, it choose them, if they had a Soul beast that was more stronger than they can contain, it would tear their mind apart. It was a privilege to share something in common with the gods. "Am set" Emi said, pulling his dagger into its sheath that hanged from his waist. Emi feeling charged, his hand glowing, he hit hard into the air, at impact the wind furiously sucked them into itself. At the other part, they stood in what could be referred as The most beautiful world but

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

Shoot! The arrows were shot precisely at each of the targets. The arrows changed the trajectory when the unrelated target was in the way and pierced the heart of the right target. Orange. His GIFT was Art and Creative Manipulation. In other words, he could manifest his art to come alive. Furthermore, manipulating his art had no limit, making him an overpowered character most of the time. In a short time, the unwanted pests were killed. “You, gasoline scent, I am your opponent. And you!” He pointed to Ayham. “My partner is waiting for you at the ground level. Trudging along.”