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Swords, axes, spears, an arsenal of weapons, each of peerless quality hovered in the air between them and Kokabiel's Holy Spears. While they had seen Shirou perform a similar feet earlier during the one-sided duel against Freed, the sheer number of blades hovering overhead totally dwarfed said feat to the point that the sheer multitude of blades seemed to blot out the sky.
"Magnificent..." Kokabiel marveled, his voice snapping the onlookers out of their shock, the Fallen Star of God gazing down at the wall of weapons in wonderment "I see now why Azazel is so fascinated with your species..." he noted, only to grin ferally as he snapped his fingers launching the spears at the redhead "Show me more!"
In response to the challenge, Shirou merely raised a hand in the air, his allies looking on in wonderment as the wall of blades between them and the Spears of Light shifted, turning heavenwards as if to challenge Kokabiel's own barrage of Holy Spears. Then Shirou brought his hand down like an executioner's axe and the wall of steel surged upwards to intercept the falling rain of light.
There were no words to describe the sound as the the Fallen Star of God's Spears of Holy Light collided with the Wall of Steel summoned by Emiya Shirou. So great was it that even though they were physically unharmed, the Devils and Xenovia found themselves dropping to the ground in agony in a feeble attempt to shield their ears from the cacophony of erupting explosions that seemed great enough to shatter the world.
And above it all, impossibly, they heard the sound of Kokabiel's enthusiastic laughter.
"Impressive!" Kokabiel proclaimed, the Fallen's features flush with the joy of battle despite the increasingly ragged state of his attire, the light in his eyes a cross between the manic blood-lust of a berserker and the joyful wonder of a child at an amusement park as he he deflected the smaller weapons that managed to slip through his barrage with his wings and swords even as Shirou masterfully deflected his Holy Spears with a crimson spear that shattered them at the slightest touch, though a few crashed into the ground around him, kicking up a dust cloud "I haven't felt this alive in centuries human! Show me more of what you can do!"
As if to answer the Fallen's challenge, a light began to shine from deep within the cloud of dust that had formed around Shirou's last known location. Kokabiel, taking this as a sign of his opponent's location, summoned a giant Spear of Light, easily twice the size of the one used to destroy the Gym even as the dust parted to reveal Shirou crouched below, a strange black Bow in hand as he notched a drill-like arrow back.
No. Not an arrow. Even from this distance, Kokabiel could tell that what the redhead held in his hands was clearly a sword. And not only that, a Demonic Sword whose Curse was even more potent than the Golden Spears from earlier. So potent, in fact, that he could sense it's malevolence from
"My Core is twisted in Madness…" the redhead intoned, his Ochre eyes locked onto Kokabiel's crimson ones as he let his 'arrow' fly even as the Fallen launched his Spear of Light from on high "CALADBOLG!"
Caladbolg, the legendary Demonic Sword wielded by the Irish Hero Fergus mac Róich, King of Ulster and Foster-Father of Ulster's Child of Light, Setanta, the same child who would one day come to be known as the Hound of Ulster, Cu Chulainn. The prototype of Sir Gawain's Galatine, it was a sword of Light despite being a Demonic Sword, with enough power to cleave through three mountains with a single swing, making it the Irish Equivalent of Excalibur at least in terms of attack power.
Shirou didn't know when Archer had stumbled across such a relic, more than likely he'd simply run into Fergus himself as a Heroic Spirit and had added the King's sword to his repertoire. In any case, the sword the Faker had traced now was not the original, but a bastardization that Archer had redesigned in order to make it more aerodynamic, the Counter Guardian preferring to employ the Spiral Sword's incredible penetrating power as an Arrow rather than a blade.
Once fired, the blade coiled into a spiral, twisting and distorting space around it, causing the air and dust around the Faker to be sucked up in its wake due to the resulting vacuum. Even Kokabiel's Spear of Light was not exempt, the two projectiles missing one another by a hair, only for the Fallen's weapon to be knocked off course by the distortion, spiraling out of control before crashing into the ground far away from the battlefield while Shirou's continued on unabated.
There would be no blocking this. Unlike Rias Gremoy's Power of Destruction, which was designed to destroy, this was an attack specifically designed to pierce any defense and rend what lay behind it to shreds.
Realizing this, Kokabiel didn't even bother to bluff, the Fallen simply hurled himself to the side in a misguided attempt to dodge the blade, only for his eyes to widen in horror as he found himself caught in the distortion left in its passing, his screams as the right side of his body was simultaneously twisted and shredded echoing over the battlefield.
Following Caladbolg's explosion...
"Jesus…" Xenovia whispered, unable to help the unintentional blasphemy as she crossed herself, looking on in wonderment as Kokabiel's body crashed to the ground, the wings on his right side simply gone "To think he had something like that up his sleeves…"
While the Church typically didn't care for legends outside their own faith, they at least kept track of any potential threats that might arise, and as an Excalibur-Class Demonic Sword wielded by a Pagan 'Hero', Caladbolg held pride of place at the top of the list.
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