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Primissima cosa...per quanto mi faccia ancora male, credo che la scena in cui Gil strappa il cuore dal petto di Ilya avrebbe avuto molto più senso alla fine dell'ep precedente come momento "finale" per il climax totale di feels che era stato l'ep. 15; non ha trasmette la stessa carica di crudeltà e disumanità, e non fa sviluppare quell'odio viscerale nei confronti di Gil, che in questo frangente fa toccare(penso) il picco di violenza alla serie.
In coda a quest'aspetto c'è Shinji...quanto mi dà fastidio sapere che sopravvive in questa route e vederlo passare in quel modo sul cadavere di Ilya e continuare a fare "Shinji" come se nulla fosse.
Pregevole tutto il dialogo fra Archer e Kuzuki, che ha modo "finalmente" di dire la sua e un plus va al mini flashback di young Caster in riva al mare.
Chiusa questa parte, Shirou è inquietante forte quando inizia a parlare della sua storia a Rin, non mi aspettavo però che il discorso venisse accantonato cosi velocemente...e poi Rin tsundere al limite, Shirou che prova a fare il figo...e Bro Lancer.
Cosa non è questo bro Lancer(Mai come Iskandar però) nel suo porsi con Shirou e Rin, mentre non smette neppure per un secondo di apprezzarli e sfotterli all'amicizia.
Inoltre quando ha parlato del modo in cui vede Rin mi è tornato in mente il loro rapporto in Extra, dove è proprio Rin ad essere la sua master.
Mi aspetto/spero, in un approfondimento anche per lui, dopo quello visto su Caster ed in parte Ilya-Berserker, nella sfortuna più totale(Trollolo che ride dietro le quinte) merita almeno questo.
In coda a quest'aspetto c'è Shinji...quanto mi dà fastidio sapere che sopravvive in questa route e vederlo passare in quel modo sul cadavere di Ilya e continuare a fare "Shinji" come se nulla fosse.
Pregevole tutto il dialogo fra Archer e Kuzuki, che ha modo "finalmente" di dire la sua e un plus va al mini flashback di young Caster in riva al mare.
Chiusa questa parte, Shirou è inquietante forte quando inizia a parlare della sua storia a Rin, non mi aspettavo però che il discorso venisse accantonato cosi velocemente...e poi Rin tsundere al limite, Shirou che prova a fare il figo...e Bro Lancer.
Cosa non è questo bro Lancer(Mai come Iskandar però) nel suo porsi con Shirou e Rin, mentre non smette neppure per un secondo di apprezzarli e sfotterli all'amicizia.
Inoltre quando ha parlato del modo in cui vede Rin mi è tornato in mente il loro rapporto in Extra, dove è proprio Rin ad essere la sua master.
Mi aspetto/spero, in un approfondimento anche per lui, dopo quello visto su Caster ed in parte Ilya-Berserker, nella sfortuna più totale(Trollolo che ride dietro le quinte) merita almeno questo.
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Forza Bro-Lancer!!!
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Faker :gouki:
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Hanno cannato la traduzione o flashback o cosa?
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Hanno cannato la traduzione o flashback o cosa?
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Speriamo flashback su Bazett.
SF:
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King Richard on TV being taken in by the police in handcuffs
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>Preti cyborg che prendono a pugni D.A.
>Flat takes a picture of Gilgamesh and sends it to Waver in London
>Waver silently freaks out
GESU' NARITA.
>Flat takes a picture of Gilgamesh and sends it to Waver in London
>Waver silently freaks out
GESU' NARITA.
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Weivar Velvetto-kun? Ummaigooooddd
Ma che ca'... Re riccardo //content.invisioncic.com/a283374/emoticons/emoticons_dent1005.gif
Comunque next ep immy:
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datemi un flashback pliiiiiiiiiiiisssssss
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Comunque next ep immy:
:gouki: :gouki: :gouki:
datemi un flashback pliiiiiiiiiiiisssssss
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Stupendo
http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/378-Fate-strange-fake?p=1891345&viewfull=1#post1891345
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Non c'era hype del genere dall'epoca di Alessandro che arrivava al porto e interrompeva il duello tra Saber e Lancer, based Narita.
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Madò, se True Archer non è Nimrod o Adam e ci buttano Eracle alzo le mani.
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In a canyon of red clay soil several kilometers north of the cave Gilgamesh had been summoned in, a man was standing on a plateau of roughly the same elevation as the top floor of Crystal Hill. He was a scraggly thin man over two meters tall. A bow was gripped in his hands. It was larger than a normal great bow, but because it was being held by the slender man, it felt somewhat small. The man wore something that ought to be described as outlandish rather than strange. What would first attract one’s attention is the long piece of cloth vertically covering his body. It was not resting on his shoulders. Its center was placed over the top of his head, completely covering his face and the back of his head and then hanging down so as to conceal the front and back of his body. What can be seen of his face from the parts not covered by the cloth is at best the area around his ears, and one could not tell if even he could see in front. He had a skirt and undergarment behind the cloth and wore sandals, but he had no other piece of cloth on his upper body, and dark dye stained his exposed skin. There was also some form of pattern drawn in white dye on his body, but it was covered by the aforementioned cloth so its entirety could not be ascertained. The man, who at a glance looked like something that would appear in a horror game chasing after the main character, grinned beneath the cloth covering his face and gently drew the bow without a word. Then his fingers let go of the string, releasing a single arrow. At a speed far beyond the speed of the wind, beyond even the speed of sound.
Snowfield sky
A blade-like gust of wind hurtled through the city of Snowfield in a straight line. It cut through air and formed shockwaves, and by the time the boom resonated in the surroundings, the wind had already gone. In the center of the wind gust was a single arrow. Where it was heading was the top floor of Crystal Hill, a high-rise building at the heart of Snowfield. The arrow that the mysterious man shot had not decelerated, had not changed elevation, even briefly since he had fired it from the plateau in the canyon, and it continued moving forward like a laser beam while ignoring the laws of physics. The arrow had already travelled 20 kilometers, which by itself proved that the bowman was no human being, no normal magus. The shockwave plowed through the city sky, the sound and impact shattering the glass of buildings below its line of fire.
A human, no, even a Heroic Spirit would not be safe from a direct hit. Soon after piercing the top of its target’s head, the rest of the upper body would be blown to smithereens.
The arrow continued straight on course to its target. To the head of the person standing next to Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes who was occupying the top floor of Crystal Hill: his Master, Tine Chelc.
Crystal Hill Royal Suite
Tine, who had been facing Gilgamesh, glanced to the window on the north side.
“Eh…?”
The sound hadn’t reached her yet. She simply sensed some strange disturbance in the mana in the air and just looked in that direction without much thought, but –
By the time she noticed that the wind was being shredded, it had been too late. A single point of death was coming from her, already at a distance at which her reflexes could not act in time. However she moved, there were no means for her by which she could avoid the incoming arrow that was moving faster than sound. For her at least.
“…”
Instantly, thunder boomed outside the glass window when the arrow was within 20 meters from the hotel. Bright light dazzled, and innumerous small bolts of lightning ran across the sky. Of those, one had directly hit the arrow and dissipated what should have been a deadly blow in the air. Still, the shockwave shattered the glass, coming at all sides in the room.
“ ”
Tine casted a silent chant, and wind swirled from her hand to become a barrier that deflected the glass shrapnel raining down on herself, Gilgamesh, and her subordinates.
“Are you uninjured?”
She asked Gilgamesh after regaining her breath.
Then the King of Heroes, who remained uninjured, answered unamused.
“I am fine.”
“What was that lightning?”
“The lightning was one of my Noble Phantasms. It seems that it intercepted something.”
Upon hearing this nonchalant reply from Gilgamesh, Tine mumbled something on reflex.
“Intercepted?”
Tine looked outside the window and saw multiple disks floating above the building.
“An autodefensor. There was a chance that my friend would spring a surprise attack in jest, so I had readied it in case, but–“
Gilgamesh shifted his eyes to the north and took out a noble phantasm from his vault. It was a golden ring, which floated in the air, as seems to be the case with such objects, and had a strangely warped lens fit inside. Though it was a single lens, it showed the distant landscape like a telescope.
“I did not think it would deflect an arrow from a mere Archer.”
In the ring was a man boldly drawing a bow in this direction.
“Archer…?”
Questions entered Tine’s mind. Archer was none other than Gilgamesh. So it would have to be a Rider, Assassin, or Berserker-class Servant using a bow for a weapon. Tine looked at Archer through the golden ring and what surprised her first was how high his status values were. If you were to consider his total status points alone, it would appear that he was greater than Gilgamesh.
Then it must be a Berserker?
Gilgamesh muttered without changing his expression before an apprehensive Tine.
“….Will you come with me?”
But the second shot had already been fired.
The bolts of lightning from the autodefensor activated and went to intercept the incoming arrow, but while several bolts had struck it, the arrow managed to slip through the firing interval and came for Gilgamesh. The speed at which electricity transmitted through the air, the speed of lighting in other words, is slower than light, but it should have been fast enough to catch a normal arrow. But the speed of the arrow went beyond the limits of humanity. Gilgamesh instantly manifested his armor and knocked the arrow away with his left gauntlet. However, apparently not completely nullifying its force, a portion of the armor shattered and chips of gold fell to the floor.
“….Ho.”
Gilgamesh coldly looking at the chips of his armor narrowed his eyes slightly, and then,
“Impressive bowmanship, however… I will shake off the rust from my treasures with you, you manner-less barbarian!”
An enormous noble phantasm appeared to the side of the top floor, outside of the shattered glass.
“What is this?”
“Tine, get on the back.”
“Are you sure of it?
“If I leave you behind, I cannot protect you from those infernal arrows. Until I fulfill my promise with my friend, I cannot have you die.”
Tine nodded strongly to answer the plainly-spoken words of the King and boarded the rear of the huge noble phantasm. It looked like it was a golden yacht with large fairy wings. It was the noble phantasm Vimana, a small aerial battleship among the noble phantasms of Gilgamesh. The King’s Treasure which is said to include all treasures included not only weapons but the crystallizations of all knowledge produced by man. When Tine was on the rear of Vimana on all fours, Gilgamesh launched the golden vehicle. The sudden acceleration almost caused Tine to be blown off unwittingly, but she managed to regain her balance and breath by using wards against wind and gravity control magic. Gilgamesh stood powerfully on the bow and sent the battleship toward Archer. Sometimes arrows launched by Archer would come but the dozens of interception systems deployed around it completely shot down all of them.
“This is amazing…”
The girl unconsciously exclaimed with emotion after seeing again what it was she was riding on.
“It can even do this…”
Was it awe or was it wonder that was contained in the emotions in the voice of the girl?
Snowfield sky
A blade-like gust of wind hurtled through the city of Snowfield in a straight line. It cut through air and formed shockwaves, and by the time the boom resonated in the surroundings, the wind had already gone. In the center of the wind gust was a single arrow. Where it was heading was the top floor of Crystal Hill, a high-rise building at the heart of Snowfield. The arrow that the mysterious man shot had not decelerated, had not changed elevation, even briefly since he had fired it from the plateau in the canyon, and it continued moving forward like a laser beam while ignoring the laws of physics. The arrow had already travelled 20 kilometers, which by itself proved that the bowman was no human being, no normal magus. The shockwave plowed through the city sky, the sound and impact shattering the glass of buildings below its line of fire.
A human, no, even a Heroic Spirit would not be safe from a direct hit. Soon after piercing the top of its target’s head, the rest of the upper body would be blown to smithereens.
The arrow continued straight on course to its target. To the head of the person standing next to Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes who was occupying the top floor of Crystal Hill: his Master, Tine Chelc.
Crystal Hill Royal Suite
Tine, who had been facing Gilgamesh, glanced to the window on the north side.
“Eh…?”
The sound hadn’t reached her yet. She simply sensed some strange disturbance in the mana in the air and just looked in that direction without much thought, but –
By the time she noticed that the wind was being shredded, it had been too late. A single point of death was coming from her, already at a distance at which her reflexes could not act in time. However she moved, there were no means for her by which she could avoid the incoming arrow that was moving faster than sound. For her at least.
“…”
Instantly, thunder boomed outside the glass window when the arrow was within 20 meters from the hotel. Bright light dazzled, and innumerous small bolts of lightning ran across the sky. Of those, one had directly hit the arrow and dissipated what should have been a deadly blow in the air. Still, the shockwave shattered the glass, coming at all sides in the room.
“ ”
Tine casted a silent chant, and wind swirled from her hand to become a barrier that deflected the glass shrapnel raining down on herself, Gilgamesh, and her subordinates.
“Are you uninjured?”
She asked Gilgamesh after regaining her breath.
Then the King of Heroes, who remained uninjured, answered unamused.
“I am fine.”
“What was that lightning?”
“The lightning was one of my Noble Phantasms. It seems that it intercepted something.”
Upon hearing this nonchalant reply from Gilgamesh, Tine mumbled something on reflex.
“Intercepted?”
Tine looked outside the window and saw multiple disks floating above the building.
“An autodefensor. There was a chance that my friend would spring a surprise attack in jest, so I had readied it in case, but–“
Gilgamesh shifted his eyes to the north and took out a noble phantasm from his vault. It was a golden ring, which floated in the air, as seems to be the case with such objects, and had a strangely warped lens fit inside. Though it was a single lens, it showed the distant landscape like a telescope.
“I did not think it would deflect an arrow from a mere Archer.”
In the ring was a man boldly drawing a bow in this direction.
“Archer…?”
Questions entered Tine’s mind. Archer was none other than Gilgamesh. So it would have to be a Rider, Assassin, or Berserker-class Servant using a bow for a weapon. Tine looked at Archer through the golden ring and what surprised her first was how high his status values were. If you were to consider his total status points alone, it would appear that he was greater than Gilgamesh.
Then it must be a Berserker?
Gilgamesh muttered without changing his expression before an apprehensive Tine.
“….Will you come with me?”
But the second shot had already been fired.
The bolts of lightning from the autodefensor activated and went to intercept the incoming arrow, but while several bolts had struck it, the arrow managed to slip through the firing interval and came for Gilgamesh. The speed at which electricity transmitted through the air, the speed of lighting in other words, is slower than light, but it should have been fast enough to catch a normal arrow. But the speed of the arrow went beyond the limits of humanity. Gilgamesh instantly manifested his armor and knocked the arrow away with his left gauntlet. However, apparently not completely nullifying its force, a portion of the armor shattered and chips of gold fell to the floor.
“….Ho.”
Gilgamesh coldly looking at the chips of his armor narrowed his eyes slightly, and then,
“Impressive bowmanship, however… I will shake off the rust from my treasures with you, you manner-less barbarian!”
An enormous noble phantasm appeared to the side of the top floor, outside of the shattered glass.
“What is this?”
“Tine, get on the back.”
“Are you sure of it?
“If I leave you behind, I cannot protect you from those infernal arrows. Until I fulfill my promise with my friend, I cannot have you die.”
Tine nodded strongly to answer the plainly-spoken words of the King and boarded the rear of the huge noble phantasm. It looked like it was a golden yacht with large fairy wings. It was the noble phantasm Vimana, a small aerial battleship among the noble phantasms of Gilgamesh. The King’s Treasure which is said to include all treasures included not only weapons but the crystallizations of all knowledge produced by man. When Tine was on the rear of Vimana on all fours, Gilgamesh launched the golden vehicle. The sudden acceleration almost caused Tine to be blown off unwittingly, but she managed to regain her balance and breath by using wards against wind and gravity control magic. Gilgamesh stood powerfully on the bow and sent the battleship toward Archer. Sometimes arrows launched by Archer would come but the dozens of interception systems deployed around it completely shot down all of them.
“This is amazing…”
The girl unconsciously exclaimed with emotion after seeing again what it was she was riding on.
“It can even do this…”
Was it awe or was it wonder that was contained in the emotions in the voice of the girl?
Madò, se True Archer non è Nimrod o Adam e ci buttano Eracle alzo le mani.
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“Ho.”
Looking at the golden ship which managed to arrive before him, Archer exhaled a quiet mumble. A low mumble, which behind it contained shades of frank admiration and slight self-mockery.
“You attempted to take me by surprise. You better not be begging for your life.”
In reaction to Gilgamesh who jumped down from the bow to the hill, Archer, who was about 10 meters away, gradually brought his face up eerily.
“….”
“Do you have any last words?” asked Gilgamesh, but the mysterious Archer did not even attempt a reply. Saying nothing, he silently drew his bow. And then without hesitation, shot an arrow towards Tine, whose head was exposed from the rear seat of Vimana.
“!”
The faster than sound arrow headed towards Tine’s face. She could mitigate the force of the shockwave with a powerful wind barrier, but it wouldn’t be able to completely hold off the arrow. Tine once again recognized the incoming death that was closing in on her, but –
Vimana’s add-on interception noble phantasm shot it down in front of her.
“Fool, did you think it would no longer activate if I was no longer on it?”
“….”
Ignoring Gilgamesh, Archer fired two, three more shots continuously. Tine had already hid herself behind the hull, but he continued drawing his bow with force as if he were to penetrate Vimana’s armor. There was a cracking sound to the side of Gil’s head. Anyone watching should know what he was trying to do. He wasn’t seriously trying to shoot through the ship to get to Tine; he we taunting the hero called Gilgamesh. Either not realizing he was being taunted, or realizing it but being angered by the fact that Archer was continuing to target the girl and ignore him, Gilgamesh continued speaking with anger in his detached tone of voice.
“If victory is all that matters to you, or if you would choose to win painlessly, that is the right decision to make. I might do the same on a whim depending on the circumstance.”
And then, in the next instant –
“But it is because I am the one doing it that it can be tolerated! It is not an act that is allowed for the likes of you!”
Shouting something that made no sense, Gilgamesh fired countless noble phantasms from the Gate of Babylon opening behind him. It seemed that this rain of blades mixed with high rank noble phantasms would leave nothing remaining of Archer. But he waved the bow he was holding with his left hand and knocked aside the noble phantasms that had been fired at a speed that defied the common sense of heroic spirits.
“What?”
“…”
The Heroic Spirit who deflected dozens of noble phantasms without a scratch silently held out his hand towards Gilgamesh. And then, he turned it over palm side up and curled his fingers back and forth, beckoning for Gilgamesh to come. Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and had his voice reverberate over the hill with a voice of restrained rage.
“I see that you have nimble fingers. Then….how about this?”
Gilgamesh put on a malicious smile and deployed the Gate of Babylon over a large area around the hill. Deployed over all sides around Archer, the entrance to his vault began to undulate like a tornado. Suddenly, innumerous noble phantasms were blasted out with the momentum of a machine gun, creating a tornado of light and impact high above the hill. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of noble phantasms came raining down onto the man standing in the center of the tornado. At times, they were blades, at times they were knowledge, at times they were pain, at times they were knowledge. There had been a long sword that slayed an oriental dragon. There had been a demonic sword that brought ruin. There had been a spear that killed heroes. There had been lightning without form. The originals of all the noble phantasms humanity would obtain or had created were propelled unsparingly. A hellish rain spun by mankind was fired in all directions in 360 degrees. Tine seeing the amazing sight had imagined that not even chunks of flesh would remain of Archer. But once the tornado settled, a spectacle that betrayed Gilgamesh and Tine’s expectations greeted them. In it was Archer, still uninjured, brushing off the dust from the long piece of cloth covering his body, and around him, piles of innumerous noble phantasms.
“It can’t be…” said Tine, her eyes bulging in disbelief, but Gilgamesh ignored her and looked at his foe.
For some time, silence dominated the hill, but that was soon broken by Archer’s chuckling.
”Heh….hehheh…..hgh….ha…hahaha…”
An obviously mocking voice emerged from behind the cloth.
“What is so amusing?” asked Gilgamesh with a blank expression, to which Archer replied back, saying very clearly:
“Weak.”
Anyone who had once faced Gilgamesh would question the sanity of whoever said that.
“….”
Tine felt as if the temperature almost suddenly dropped.
“All you do is throw weapons blindly...even hurling sand would have made a better substitute...“
The mysterious Archer continued speaking in the chilly atmosphere he created.
“Such puerile tricks can defeat only weaklings……or non-thinking beasts.”
He spoke softly but it was evident that what he said had strength in it containing not simple derision but some manner of fixation, of tenacity. .
“……Ho?”
The expression on Gilgamesh’s face changed. Tine was worried that Gilgamesh would explode, but to the contrary, a sliver of a smile appeared around his mouth. In that moment the emotion that controlled Gilgamesh transformed from “anger at the mannerless attacker” to “curiosity in this strong warrior.”
Observing the change in the King of Heroes, the mysterious Archer said, “Draw the sword that lies in the deepest parts of your storage. Then we will be equals.”
Perhaps he had learned of it from someone else, or he had noticed the exception presence in the vault from the previous attack, but Archer was telling Gilgamesh to bring his strongest weapon.
Gilgamesh gnashing his teeth smiled and returned the taunt in amusement.
“Ea is no less than my other half. It is not a sword to use against a weakling like you.”
And then, instead of the Ea the Sword of Separation, a single sword appeared in Gilgamesh’s hand. Merodach, the sword said to the original model of the legends of swords of selection in the various lands of the world. He must be planning on testing his opponent with this sword, to determine if he merited drawing Ea, his very symbol, on.
“Prove to me that you are worthy of beholding Ea.”
“What foolishness…you could have avoided death had you drawn it.”
Archer muttered and then placed his right arm to the side of his body.
A new piece of “fabric” appeared around it upon doing so. It would appear at a glance to be a band with a plain pattern drawn on it, but those who could see from a different perspective would immediately recognize just how abnormal it was.
“That is….a Noble Phantasm for sure….”
To even Tine’s eyes, the magic covering that band was abnormal. Gilgamesh looked at this cloth covered with a thick divine aura like it had been used by a god itself and narrowed his eyes.
“I feel something different from the gods I know of. But the source …”
It was a bit of a displeasing noble phantasm to Gilgamesh who claimed to hate the gods. But he was interested to see what move this Archer would play. Gilgamesh boldly waited for his foe to make his move while looking at him in half anticipation. Archer laughed behind the cloth and prepared to release the power of his noble phantasm. Then several seconds later, a blow filled with the divine aura rocked the earth.
Looking at the golden ship which managed to arrive before him, Archer exhaled a quiet mumble. A low mumble, which behind it contained shades of frank admiration and slight self-mockery.
“You attempted to take me by surprise. You better not be begging for your life.”
In reaction to Gilgamesh who jumped down from the bow to the hill, Archer, who was about 10 meters away, gradually brought his face up eerily.
“….”
“Do you have any last words?” asked Gilgamesh, but the mysterious Archer did not even attempt a reply. Saying nothing, he silently drew his bow. And then without hesitation, shot an arrow towards Tine, whose head was exposed from the rear seat of Vimana.
“!”
The faster than sound arrow headed towards Tine’s face. She could mitigate the force of the shockwave with a powerful wind barrier, but it wouldn’t be able to completely hold off the arrow. Tine once again recognized the incoming death that was closing in on her, but –
Vimana’s add-on interception noble phantasm shot it down in front of her.
“Fool, did you think it would no longer activate if I was no longer on it?”
“….”
Ignoring Gilgamesh, Archer fired two, three more shots continuously. Tine had already hid herself behind the hull, but he continued drawing his bow with force as if he were to penetrate Vimana’s armor. There was a cracking sound to the side of Gil’s head. Anyone watching should know what he was trying to do. He wasn’t seriously trying to shoot through the ship to get to Tine; he we taunting the hero called Gilgamesh. Either not realizing he was being taunted, or realizing it but being angered by the fact that Archer was continuing to target the girl and ignore him, Gilgamesh continued speaking with anger in his detached tone of voice.
“If victory is all that matters to you, or if you would choose to win painlessly, that is the right decision to make. I might do the same on a whim depending on the circumstance.”
And then, in the next instant –
“But it is because I am the one doing it that it can be tolerated! It is not an act that is allowed for the likes of you!”
Shouting something that made no sense, Gilgamesh fired countless noble phantasms from the Gate of Babylon opening behind him. It seemed that this rain of blades mixed with high rank noble phantasms would leave nothing remaining of Archer. But he waved the bow he was holding with his left hand and knocked aside the noble phantasms that had been fired at a speed that defied the common sense of heroic spirits.
“What?”
“…”
The Heroic Spirit who deflected dozens of noble phantasms without a scratch silently held out his hand towards Gilgamesh. And then, he turned it over palm side up and curled his fingers back and forth, beckoning for Gilgamesh to come. Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and had his voice reverberate over the hill with a voice of restrained rage.
“I see that you have nimble fingers. Then….how about this?”
Gilgamesh put on a malicious smile and deployed the Gate of Babylon over a large area around the hill. Deployed over all sides around Archer, the entrance to his vault began to undulate like a tornado. Suddenly, innumerous noble phantasms were blasted out with the momentum of a machine gun, creating a tornado of light and impact high above the hill. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of noble phantasms came raining down onto the man standing in the center of the tornado. At times, they were blades, at times they were knowledge, at times they were pain, at times they were knowledge. There had been a long sword that slayed an oriental dragon. There had been a demonic sword that brought ruin. There had been a spear that killed heroes. There had been lightning without form. The originals of all the noble phantasms humanity would obtain or had created were propelled unsparingly. A hellish rain spun by mankind was fired in all directions in 360 degrees. Tine seeing the amazing sight had imagined that not even chunks of flesh would remain of Archer. But once the tornado settled, a spectacle that betrayed Gilgamesh and Tine’s expectations greeted them. In it was Archer, still uninjured, brushing off the dust from the long piece of cloth covering his body, and around him, piles of innumerous noble phantasms.
“It can’t be…” said Tine, her eyes bulging in disbelief, but Gilgamesh ignored her and looked at his foe.
For some time, silence dominated the hill, but that was soon broken by Archer’s chuckling.
”Heh….hehheh…..hgh….ha…hahaha…”
An obviously mocking voice emerged from behind the cloth.
“What is so amusing?” asked Gilgamesh with a blank expression, to which Archer replied back, saying very clearly:
“Weak.”
Anyone who had once faced Gilgamesh would question the sanity of whoever said that.
“….”
Tine felt as if the temperature almost suddenly dropped.
“All you do is throw weapons blindly...even hurling sand would have made a better substitute...“
The mysterious Archer continued speaking in the chilly atmosphere he created.
“Such puerile tricks can defeat only weaklings……or non-thinking beasts.”
He spoke softly but it was evident that what he said had strength in it containing not simple derision but some manner of fixation, of tenacity. .
“……Ho?”
The expression on Gilgamesh’s face changed. Tine was worried that Gilgamesh would explode, but to the contrary, a sliver of a smile appeared around his mouth. In that moment the emotion that controlled Gilgamesh transformed from “anger at the mannerless attacker” to “curiosity in this strong warrior.”
Observing the change in the King of Heroes, the mysterious Archer said, “Draw the sword that lies in the deepest parts of your storage. Then we will be equals.”
Perhaps he had learned of it from someone else, or he had noticed the exception presence in the vault from the previous attack, but Archer was telling Gilgamesh to bring his strongest weapon.
Gilgamesh gnashing his teeth smiled and returned the taunt in amusement.
“Ea is no less than my other half. It is not a sword to use against a weakling like you.”
And then, instead of the Ea the Sword of Separation, a single sword appeared in Gilgamesh’s hand. Merodach, the sword said to the original model of the legends of swords of selection in the various lands of the world. He must be planning on testing his opponent with this sword, to determine if he merited drawing Ea, his very symbol, on.
“Prove to me that you are worthy of beholding Ea.”
“What foolishness…you could have avoided death had you drawn it.”
Archer muttered and then placed his right arm to the side of his body.
A new piece of “fabric” appeared around it upon doing so. It would appear at a glance to be a band with a plain pattern drawn on it, but those who could see from a different perspective would immediately recognize just how abnormal it was.
“That is….a Noble Phantasm for sure….”
To even Tine’s eyes, the magic covering that band was abnormal. Gilgamesh looked at this cloth covered with a thick divine aura like it had been used by a god itself and narrowed his eyes.
“I feel something different from the gods I know of. But the source …”
It was a bit of a displeasing noble phantasm to Gilgamesh who claimed to hate the gods. But he was interested to see what move this Archer would play. Gilgamesh boldly waited for his foe to make his move while looking at him in half anticipation. Archer laughed behind the cloth and prepared to release the power of his noble phantasm. Then several seconds later, a blow filled with the divine aura rocked the earth.
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A blow rich with divine aura shook the earth. But it had not been a blow dealt by the mysterious Archer.
"....Eh?"
Tine, peeking her head from the rear seat of Vimana, could not believe what had transpired. Just as Archer was going to manifest the power of the piece of fabric that seemed to be his noble phantasm, a horse appeared from out of nowhere, and the girl riding on it dismounted behind Archer.
She looked to be from 16 to around 18 years of age, at the very least not over 20. Her long hair was kept neatly bundled to the back of her head, and her lively peach-colored body was dressed in a unique style of clothing of soft cloth and leather. She gave off an energetic impression on whole and approached Archer from behind with a cool face and without making a sound.
"....?"
Noticing that Gilgamesh furrowed his brows, Archer was about to turn around when suddenly the girl’s fist deeply dug into the covered part of his face. A sound that could only be from an explosion boomed, Archer's body being propelled like a cannon shell. His body smashed deep into the wall of a different table hill, and it in turn then began to collapse.
After a brief silence, a simple fact dominated the air. The fact that the man whom Gilgamesh's volleys of noble phantasms from Gate of Babylon could do nothing to was sent flying by this girl's thin arm.
The girl glared with immense hate at the debris where Archer was buried, then flicking a glance over to Tine and Gilgamesh behind her, she said, "That scum is my prey. Don't interfere."
Some time passed before, Gilgamesh opened his mouth, eyes narrowed.
“…This is exactly what is called spoiling the mood, girl.”
Tine judged that Gilgamesh was clearly displeased from his tone. He had every right to be angry, for the battle that had excited him had been interrupted. Not only that, but it had been the second time since the first day that someone had ruined his fight.
In this precarious situation, Tine thought to at least probe into the girl’s identity. But one fact threw her into deep confusion. The noble phantasm-seeming fabric wrapped around Archer's arm was the same as the one being worn around the arm of the girl in front of her. Not only was the pattern no different, but even the thick divine aura that shook the air was completely the same.
Could it be the same noble phantasm?
While Tine was in confusion and Gilgamesh was quietly fuming, the debris of the collapsed hill flew to all sides like a volcano following a great thundering sound.
It was a grail war intertwined with true and fake. The strong gathered to this land, and the destiny of the holy grail was about to be further mired in the mud of chaos.
That's the last part of the True Archer bit.
"....Eh?"
Tine, peeking her head from the rear seat of Vimana, could not believe what had transpired. Just as Archer was going to manifest the power of the piece of fabric that seemed to be his noble phantasm, a horse appeared from out of nowhere, and the girl riding on it dismounted behind Archer.
She looked to be from 16 to around 18 years of age, at the very least not over 20. Her long hair was kept neatly bundled to the back of her head, and her lively peach-colored body was dressed in a unique style of clothing of soft cloth and leather. She gave off an energetic impression on whole and approached Archer from behind with a cool face and without making a sound.
"....?"
Noticing that Gilgamesh furrowed his brows, Archer was about to turn around when suddenly the girl’s fist deeply dug into the covered part of his face. A sound that could only be from an explosion boomed, Archer's body being propelled like a cannon shell. His body smashed deep into the wall of a different table hill, and it in turn then began to collapse.
After a brief silence, a simple fact dominated the air. The fact that the man whom Gilgamesh's volleys of noble phantasms from Gate of Babylon could do nothing to was sent flying by this girl's thin arm.
The girl glared with immense hate at the debris where Archer was buried, then flicking a glance over to Tine and Gilgamesh behind her, she said, "That scum is my prey. Don't interfere."
Some time passed before, Gilgamesh opened his mouth, eyes narrowed.
“…This is exactly what is called spoiling the mood, girl.”
Tine judged that Gilgamesh was clearly displeased from his tone. He had every right to be angry, for the battle that had excited him had been interrupted. Not only that, but it had been the second time since the first day that someone had ruined his fight.
In this precarious situation, Tine thought to at least probe into the girl’s identity. But one fact threw her into deep confusion. The noble phantasm-seeming fabric wrapped around Archer's arm was the same as the one being worn around the arm of the girl in front of her. Not only was the pattern no different, but even the thick divine aura that shook the air was completely the same.
Could it be the same noble phantasm?
While Tine was in confusion and Gilgamesh was quietly fuming, the debris of the collapsed hill flew to all sides like a volcano following a great thundering sound.
It was a grail war intertwined with true and fake. The strong gathered to this land, and the destiny of the holy grail was about to be further mired in the mud of chaos.
That's the last part of the True Archer bit.
Speculano che True Archer sia Nimrod
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Visto(già da un paio di giorni) il 17...
altro bel ep.
Lo scontro fra Lancer e Archer, è favoloso, sebbene forse un pò troppo corto a mio dire.
Splendido il clash fra la Gae Bold e la Rho Aias, cosi come il "trolling" totale di Archer su Lancer.
Soprattutto nel momento in cui Archer si spinge "oltre" andando a "menzionare" episodi della vita del suo avversario, come quando divenne, a conti fatti, un cane da guardia e come quando combatté fino alla morte con della carne in bocca.
Pollice insù anche per l'ottima performance di Rin contro Caster e per averci, finalmente, mostrato un pò del passato di Suzuki che se ricordo bene...era stato mostrato solo nel manga.
Ho trovato però troppo veloce la fine di Caster, che non rende bene un personaggio cosi tragico, la dove la morte violenta e istantanea di Kuzuki si incastra perfettamente.
Sul finale mi aspettavo una resa più incalzante...ma vabe, prossimo ep. l'UBW, non vedo l'ora.
Lo scontro fra Lancer e Archer, è favoloso, sebbene forse un pò troppo corto a mio dire.
Splendido il clash fra la Gae Bold e la Rho Aias, cosi come il "trolling" totale di Archer su Lancer.
Soprattutto nel momento in cui Archer si spinge "oltre" andando a "menzionare" episodi della vita del suo avversario, come quando divenne, a conti fatti, un cane da guardia e come quando combatté fino alla morte con della carne in bocca.
Pollice insù anche per l'ottima performance di Rin contro Caster e per averci, finalmente, mostrato un pò del passato di Suzuki che se ricordo bene...era stato mostrato solo nel manga.
Ho trovato però troppo veloce la fine di Caster, che non rende bene un personaggio cosi tragico, la dove la morte violenta e istantanea di Kuzuki si incastra perfettamente.
Sul finale mi aspettavo una resa più incalzante...ma vabe, prossimo ep. l'UBW, non vedo l'ora.
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Niente Flashback... //content.invisioncic.com/a283374/emoticons/rana.png Brolancer... //content.invisioncic.com/a283374/emoticons/rana.png oggi è un ep triste, al prossimo piccole rivincite e forse un piccolo flashback ce lo buttano dentro daje... :kep88:
Quando ha usato la runa :gouki:
Bello il flashback di Archer //content.invisioncic.com/a283374/emoticons/sisi.gif
Quando ha usato la runa :gouki:
Bello il flashback di Archer //content.invisioncic.com/a283374/emoticons/sisi.gif
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