Novel & Cerita Shirou Emiya Archer

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.”

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

But this was still much much better than being in the middle of the fight. “Mia, are you ready?” Archer asked again, offering me his hand. It’s now or never, Mia! It’s do or die… Show them that you’re the badass bitch that you’ve always pretended to be! I couldn’t form any words so I just placed my hand in his, holding onto him tightly. Archer stood up from the ground with his gun pointed forward and I followed. We ran, hand-in-hand, through the scary scene where people were trying to shoot each other while our people tried to cover for us.

I was about to tell Will that I’m not Eren’s girlfriend but my bodyguard sends me a wink, signaling me to let him believe. I blush harder and smile shyly. “Hayat.” I tend Will my hand which he immediately shakes with a beam. I then intake a deep breath. I can do it. “Can we get a round of shots?” I ask, my stomach flipping at my own audacity. Eren looks at me unbelievably. “Sure.” Will says and turns to prepare the drinks. Eren gazes at me menacingly. “You’re gonna regret it Hayat.” He murmurs, his jaw tight.

As confusing as it may be, perhaps I’m able to understand once I had the actual duel. Because my opponent is Kuroyuki Shiroha. She`s an ; A tactician; A swordswoman with a god-like reaction speed; With superhuman strength. I may have engaged myself in a fight against her because of some circumstances and learnt about her abilities, but I still need to be cautious— I know she still had tons of skills hiding inside her sleeves. I can learn a lot from her since she’s strong. For what hidden skills she has, I have no idea. And it’s not like I’d reveal my cards to her or anybody too.

Sofia said quietly. "Open it," Aria said "You're the only one with a bow anyway." Riley didn't hesitate. The moment he opened it, gold sparks spilled from the pages, wrapping around him in a controlled spiral before sinking into his skin. Skill Acquired: Echo Shot Creates a phantom shot of any arrow or bolt you fire Phantom shot deals 50% of the original damage Cooldown: 2 Minutes Riley tested it immediately, drawing and releasing. The arrow flew clean, and a fraction of a second later, a second arrow—pale and ghostly—followed the exact same path.

My back arched as I hit the ground, rolling almost immediately when her leg came forth, ready to stomp me till I couldn’t breathe anymore. “Do you know who I am?” She growled. “I am the only Lady Executioner, the talented and the only one worthy of having Alpha Ryu by my side. You’re not allowed. Keep your hands off of him or face my wrath!” I stood looking at her rapid breathing. She was so powerful her heart couldn’t contain the flow of blood pumping. She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner.

she muttered, trying to focus on the wooden target ahead. He chuckled, dark and warm. “You have no idea.” He adjusted her arms again, hands lingering longer than necessary, and she didn’t stop him. The air between them pulsed with tension, thick, charged, crackling like a live wire. Emilia pulled the trigger. The shot cracked through the air, jerking her backward slightly, but Lucien’s hands steadied her. “Not bad,” he said, lips ghosting her jaw now. “But your grip’s still too soft.”

I didn’t even have to look. Mortis. He had his gun drawn with the safety off. Then Emilio followed, his hand trembling slightly as he raised his own weapon at my chest. “Don’t make us do this,” Emilio pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please, Michael. Just hand him over.” “No,” I whispered. “Not ever.” A fourth figure emerged from the shadows then. Archer. My heart sank. He strolled in slowly, hands in his coat pockets, his smug grin like poison under his teeth.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.