Chapter 62 -:62 Rias urged

Chapter 62: Chapter:62 Rias urgedIf you want to read ahead by 50 Chapters from her you can visit my Patre-on. {P} {A} {T} {R} {E} {O} {N} /Playerfanfic ----------- "I don’t believe it..." Rias breathed, the Gremory heiress rendered speechless as she allowed a concerned Akeno help her to her feet "He actually managed to defeat Kokabiel...?" "As hesitant as I am to say it, that would appear to be the case..." Xenovia confirmed, the exorcist likewise rising to her feet, using Durandal as a prop "So...that’s the true power of Caliburn..." she noted, shivering with reverent apprehension "I’ve never sensed a Holy Aura of that magnitude before...even Durandal’s doesn’t even come close, though admittedly I’ve yet to fully master it." "I think you and Sona had best give up on this one, Rias." Akeno teased, though her voice trembled slightly despite her amusement "Even if it were possible, I don’t think even combining your Knight pieces will be enough." "I highly doubt he’s worth THAT much, Akeno." Rias countered with a huff, though she sounded uncertain even as she said it "Remember, he was only able to pull that off because Issei used his ’gift’ to transfer the Dragon’s power to him." ’Yeah! That’s right!’ Issei cheered, primping himself up at his King’s words ’Emiya only managed to take Kokabiel down because I helped him! Hell, if the guy hadn’t beaten me to the punch, I’d have clobbered that damned Fallen myself!" "Look-!" Asia exclaimed, the Bishop’s friend following her direction just in time to see Shirou’s back emerge from the dust cloud, the Faker leaning on his sword, clearly spent from that last attack. "Yo! Emiya!" Issei called out, jogging towards the Faker confidently "Nice going man! You nailed that chicken-shit fallen but good!" he paused at the redhead’s lack of response "Emiya? Hey, you okay man?" he reached out to grab his shoulder "Answer me dammit!" HIS BODY IS MADE OF SWORDS! "What the hell?!" he yelped, recoiling sharply from the contact, his eyes widening in alarm as the golden sword in the redhead’s hand shattered as he doubled over with a cry of agony "Hey, Emiya-!" he called, only to blanch in terror as something burst out of the redhead’s back. Blades, as the horrified Devils & Xenovia looked on, countless blades erupted from every inch of the redhead’s flesh as if they were buried under his skin, extending and interlocking in a manner not dissimilar to what Issei recalled of Ddraig’s Scales the first time the Dragon had invaded his dreams. Unlike his partner, however, these scales weren’t meant to protect Emiya’s innards, evidenced by the blood which marred their impeccable sheen, a sizable puddle forming on the ground where Shirou had fallen. "Emiya-kun!" Rias called out, the King rushing over on unsteady legs to kneel beside her fallen comrade in concern, her features blanching as she realized the full extent of the damage to his body "Asia...Asia hurry!" "Y-Yes!" the terrified Bishop stammered, crouching down next to the still form of their friend, eyes wide with concern as she placed her hands over his chest, hesitant to touch him due to the blades emerging from his skin."I-It’s no good!" she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears "The swords keep coming even as I heal him! It’s almost as if his entire body is turning into swords!" Iron Is His Blood... "Not ALL of him, it would seem." Akeno noted, the thunder priestess’ eyes locked onto the redhead’s left arm that, until now, had been covered by the Holy Shroud. Now that the cloth was gone, however, it was quite clear that the limb was vastly different from the rest of the Faker’s body, not only because it was larger, more developed and had a different skin tone, but because it was giving off a tremendous amount of magical power. "I think this is the cause of Emiya-kun’s situation..." Akeno mused thoughtfully, running her fingers over the toned muscle of the limb "I can’t be certain, but I believe it’s similar to when Issei sacrificed his left arm to the Dragon." "Can you do anything, Akeno?" Rias wondered, looking on in confusion as her Queen knelt beside the Magus, taking his left hand in both her own as she probed it with her own magic. And Glass Is His Heart "Impossible..." she breathed, her eyes widening as she grasped the limb’s true nature "This isn’t anything like Issei-kun’s arm...his limb hasn’t been transformed because this isn’t his limb to begin with...I don’t know how or why, but someone actually managed to attach the arm of a Spiritual Entity to Emiya-kun’s soul." "Is that even possible?" Xenovia demanded, the group gaping at the Queen in alarm even as Asia struggled to heal the unconscious magus’ wounds even as more and more blades punched through his skin. "By all rights it shouldn’t," Akeno assured the Catholic "Spiritual entities can’t interact with physical ones save through possession, yet somehow, the arm is able to manifest itself by using Emiya-kun’s soul as an anchor." Her eyes narrowed in concern "The downside is that while Emiya can draw upon its power, doing so seems to allow it to invade his body to try and convert it." "That must be what the Shroud was for." Xenovia deduced, eyeing the red cloth wrapped around the teen’s wrist reverently "It must halt the spread of the infection or even seal it away completely." She shivered apprehensively "He did mention there’d be a price for removing it...but I never imagined it would be something like this!" "Can you halt the encroachment like you did with Issei, Akeno?" Rias asked, only to curse as the despondent Queen shook her head "Damn it! If only we had some Phoenix Tears..." "Don’t give up yet!" Issei urged, placing his armoured hand over Asia’s as his gauntlet lit up again, transferring his power to her Twilight Healing "Come on Emiya, open your eyes dammit!" He Survived Through Countless Battles. As if in response to the Pawn’s words, Shirou’s eyes fluttered before slowly cracking open, the golden orbs gazing unseeingly at the sky above, "Issei...that you?" "Save your strength." Rias urged, supporting the Magus’ head on her lap while a frantic Asia did her best to try and heal his wounds "My brother’s reinforcements should be here any minute! Just save your strength and try to hold out until then!" ----------- If you want to read ahead by 50 Chapters from her you can visit my Patre-on. {P} {A} {T} {R} {E} {O} {N} /Playerfanfic