Emiya Shirou was his third, a Sword in every way but form, he hadn't cared for himself, only others. He fought for Ideals not his own, a Faker through and through. He gathered people around him that he had saved in one way or a another, be it from the Grail War, human or Servant, or after, with the Apostle hunts with the Enforcers of Clock Tower. Be bit simple or complex. His lovers knew that he was broken, distorted, someone who was shattered on a fundamental level. Yet they loved him, loved him with everything they had. Shirou loved them just as much, after all, what sword didn't love it's wielder?
Lance snarled, his Bayard fluxuating sharply until it shut off. He could hear Keith yelling at him, telling him to run, to save himself, but he couldn't. His Bayard wasn't enough, but the Phantasms that he had stored were there, ready and waiting for use. He pulled the hammer of the gun representing his Circuts back, and fired. Swords, all legendary in their own right, Noble Phantasms of all shapes and sizes, the crystallization of legends formed in swirls of blue light even as he spoke the words no one in this world had ever heard voiced.
"I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body
Fire is my blood
I have forged a thousand blades
Never knowing defeat,
Never tasting victory.
On this hill,
Of bloodshed and broken blades
I stand alone.
So, as I pray for my Salvation--
Unlimited Blade Works"
And the world, or the ship in this case, went up in harmless flames as his Reality Marble formed. Keith was his, his leader, the head of their make-shift pride. H!$ ₩!£lĐ£Ř. And he was in danger, was hurt and telling him to run, but he couldn't, not for him, someone that was his, that had saved him more times then he could count, some one that was important to him!
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My Heart of Fallen Light
RandomIt had been a long time sense he had been innocent and clear of blood. It hurt, sometimes, to think of the family and friends he had left behind as he moved on. And then he remembered their wishes, their final plea, in each life, to remember them, b...
