At first, Enkidu’s usual blades -swords and spears- spawned out of the rooftop floor in large amount along with the chains, charging at the boy’s body in quick succession.
Faced with the tyrannical attack of a thousand blades, the boy was deep in thought.
What can his perfected form do?
Now that he’s freed from Flat Escardos, his beloved shackles, he fully became what Messara Escardos wished for.
Everything past this was uncharted territory.
But he already had the knowledge he needed.
Everything was recorded in the Magic Crest passed down through generations of the Escardos family, in a form only him could comprehend.
For that reason, the boy didn’t feel threatened.
He could see countless blades coming in his direction.
Each of them was a reproduction of the greatest weapons in Human Order and could erase a poorly built Saint Graph with a touch.
One or two hundred of edges that sharp approached him faster than a falcon flying after its prey.
The boy calmly watched the glimmers in the flock of blades.
He accelerated his own consciousness to the limit and stagnated his subjective perspective of the world’s flow, just like he did to the snipers before.
Naturally, time wasn’t truly stopped, so the boy’s movements were slowed down accordingly, making the air around him feel viscous like an ocean of tepid muck.
But the boy accelerated the od running through all his Magic Circuits, propelling the mana around him into sudden acceleration and putting it in circulation.
Magical energy accelerated ludicrously, as if it had an external rocket engine placed in addition to its own internal combustion engine.
And yet, the magical energy flowed with perfect artistic elegance, spreading to its surrounds in the shape of a pair of shadow wings and drawing magical formulae that couldn’t be found in any paper about magecraft.
What the boy did may have looked a brand new form of magecraft created on the spot, but in reality, it wasn’t.
It was an impromptu orchestra of numerous magecrafts, from basic to advanced.
This was Flat Escardos’s preferred form of magecraft. A most troublesome system that could improvise ideal results but made it nigh impossible for the user to faithfully reproduce them a second time.
What the boy was doing is essentially the same.
By combining numerous magecraft systems, the boy can explosively accelerate his nerves and limbs and constantly regenerate the cells and joints destroyed by this sudden burst of speed.
He applied layers upon layers of magecraft on his own body with no signs of burdening it, seeming as if the boy’s very body was a form of magecraft.
If Flat Escardos and this boy here use the same kind of magecraft systems, what makes them different?
The answer couldn’t be simpler.
Frame and engine.
The difference in their specs was simply the difference between heaven and earth.
If Flat was a minicar with the latest digital controls, the boy was a fictional mobile weapon: a never seen before drive machine with the resistance of a tank, the energy reserves of a battleship, and the propulsion of a jet.
Working backwards from this “fictional weapon” example, Flat’s geniality could be described as what would happen if a computer built for the sole purpose of processing a simulated object was suddenly able to operate this object.
The world of humanity lost a man of genius insight, and the advent of a catastrophe that loss incite.
All concluded as Messara Escardos dreamed.
As Enkidu’s blades approached, the boy displayed his ability.
The magical energy in high-speed circulation around the boy expanded, repelling them all.
Not literally repelling. The boy created a mana barrier that pulverized the weapons on contact, turning the products of Enkidu’s power and Earth’s ground to dust.
By immediately reading and hacking the magical energy in Enkidu’s Noble Phantasm, he absorbed it into his circulation of energy.
Not only that, he also manipulated the magical energy in some without destroying them, sending them flying back to Enkidu’s body.


Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 7, Chapter 21: "Beings Shaped in Man's Image"