[ His attention is away, so "Owain" steels himself. This is just like any mission, but this time they just happen to know the target and wanted to be friends with them. Moving into position a bit behind Shirou.
Channeling magic into the sword. ]
You're very kind, noble Shirou.
[ There's more they want to say. So much more but...
Swinging the sword and sending the lightning spell at his back. ]
He can't die here, not now. Not when there are people relying on him.
He needs to move.
His nerves are still screaming from the electricity running through them, but he pushes through it. This is nothing. He's been through so much worse.
He needs to-
With a groan, Shirou pushes himself up on one arm, swinging the other behind him in an arc as he forces his nerves into a magic circuit and pushes out what little mana he can.
A sword appears in midair, following the swing of his arm to strike in Owain's direction. Unaimed and faltering as it is, dodging probably won't be too difficult.]
[before he can get too much farther with that, though, he's pounced by an until then... unseen puppy. But the puppy's yellow eyes don't look so soft and innocent this time, and its teeth are razor sharp.
It's about to bite into him when Makoto's voice rings out,]
Moro stay. We'll let you hunt later.
[the puppy promptly stops... and sits on Shirou, with only the minorest of whimpers.]
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[It's not magical or anything, but it's nice? He gives it an experimental swing.]
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Channeling magic into the sword. ]
You're very kind, noble Shirou.
[ There's more they want to say. So much more but...
Swinging the sword and sending the lightning spell at his back. ]
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It sends him flying, and he falls flat on his stomach, twitching.
His mind's reeling from the pain and the shock, but he has the presence to think Damn it, I should have known-]
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[ Maybe Shirou can hear the crunching snow as Owain moves to close the space between them. ]
I am sorry. I will try to be quick with it.
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He can't die here, not now. Not when there are people relying on him.
He needs to move.
His nerves are still screaming from the electricity running through them, but he pushes through it. This is nothing. He's been through so much worse.
He needs to-
With a groan, Shirou pushes himself up on one arm, swinging the other behind him in an arc as he forces his nerves into a magic circuit and pushes out what little mana he can.
A sword appears in midair, following the swing of his arm to strike in Owain's direction. Unaimed and faltering as it is, dodging probably won't be too difficult.]
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It's about to bite into him when Makoto's voice rings out,]
Moro stay. We'll let you hunt later.
[the puppy promptly stops... and sits on Shirou, with only the minorest of whimpers.]
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Mako...to...?
[It can't be. She'd helped so much with bringing the Barghest to light. So why...
Then he remembers the Barghest's words, how it had sworn to hurt Akira and Makoto specifically.
It's so cruel and despicable that he wants to scream, but he barely has the strength to keep trying to struggle against the puppy's weight on him.]