[ Shirou can hear all of this, and he honestly doesn't know how to take it all in. But at the same time, watching it all with his very own eyes rouses something out of him; is it beauty? Or is it terror? It's honestly rather difficult to tell.
But regardless of all that, he can't seem to look away from the ensuing fight that's been captured in his eyes, something that would stay there, in his own memories for the rest of his life. That much is certain.
Awe seems to fill his expression, and even though he wants to do something, to move his feet, work his mouth, anything, he's instead stilled to the ground, feet rooted there as his his subconscious was quietly telling him that he had no chance of helping, much less doing a single thing. He knew that one single misstep could lead to his very own death. And that wouldn't be good, considering his dream of becoming a hero of justice.
So all he can do is watch, even as his mouth works out the single word- ]
Rider!!
[ He can't just stand still like this. Not when he's a magus, the supposed 'Master' in this fight. Even if he knows that it's useless, that there's no point, he still has to. ]
Trace, on.
[ He might fail. But it's better, as they say, to die trying than to die doing nothing at all. As long as he can get the parts right then maybe he can do it for once.
And what shows up in his hands is a rather crude sword. Even if the situation is being handled, there has to be something that he can do while those two are fighting. If that's another Servant... there has to be a Master somewhere, right? His eyesight is fairly decent so he can spot things from far away that most people can't, since he's enhanced them with magic. ]
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But regardless of all that, he can't seem to look away from the ensuing fight that's been captured in his eyes, something that would stay there, in his own memories for the rest of his life. That much is certain.
Awe seems to fill his expression, and even though he wants to do something, to move his feet, work his mouth, anything, he's instead stilled to the ground, feet rooted there as his his subconscious was quietly telling him that he had no chance of helping, much less doing a single thing. He knew that one single misstep could lead to his very own death. And that wouldn't be good, considering his dream of becoming a hero of justice.
So all he can do is watch, even as his mouth works out the single word- ]
Rider!!
[ He can't just stand still like this. Not when he's a magus, the supposed 'Master' in this fight. Even if he knows that it's useless, that there's no point, he still has to. ]
Trace, on.
[ He might fail. But it's better, as they say, to die trying than to die doing nothing at all. As long as he can get the parts right then maybe he can do it for once.
And what shows up in his hands is a rather crude sword. Even if the situation is being handled, there has to be something that he can do while those two are fighting. If that's another Servant... there has to be a Master somewhere, right? His eyesight is fairly decent so he can spot things from far away that most people can't, since he's enhanced them with magic. ]