Escape From Chaldea

There was ash, there was fire and there was flame.

Despite himself, The man who was once called Shirou Emiya could not help but smirk at the situation he found himself in.

His home was burning all around him, his Master was behind him and his enemies were before him.

It was, at this point, a common occurrence for those who resided in Chaldea.

But more so for him, even if at this time, Chaldea was where the battlefield lay.

Attacked and betrayed, they were now forced to run, the many employees loyal of Chaldea scattering as they tried to flee to safety.

And He was Determined to make his Master one of the inevitable few that succeeded.

Even if it meant his own death, he would delay as much as he was able, to ensure his Master's safety.

With this in mind he eyed his enemies before him, numerous in number and lacking in skill.

Good, this meant that the battle would be over fairly quickly.

[Defend!]

His Mind's eye Flashed and immediately, torn from his thoughts as he let his body flow, Kanshou and Bakuya danced and spun as he used them to deflect a hail of bullets that sought to end his Master.

[There!]

In a flash Kanshou and Bakuya dispersed into motes of light as he twisted on his foot and settled into a familiar pose as he drew on his prana and to begin tracing his desired weapon.

[Step]

His body stilled, crackling with a light blue energy that congregated in his hands.

[Twist]

His body grew taut as a bow materialized in his hands, it's string slowly being pulled as his body settled into his stance.

[Trace!]

The flames licked at his feet as a twisted sword settled on his fingertips.

And he felt a smirk form on his lips.

[FIRE!]

"MY TWISTED CORE IS MADNESS; CALADBOLG!"

His fingers twitched.

And the air Roared in fury as space twisted around it.

The Twisted sword flew, straight and true towards his foes, who only had a moment to shout a warning to each other before they were torn apart by the Twisting sword and eradicated by the following explosion.

As he watched his handiwork he let out a small sigh of relief, before settling once more into a battle ready stance as his shard ears caught the yells of enemy reinforcements.

It seemed like his job was not done yet, but it mattered little to him.

For his objective was the safety of his Master, not his own.

To that end, he would stay and fight, even if it meant his own demise.

"I am, The Bone of my sword."

As those words fell from his lips, the familiar weight of Kanshou and Bakuya fell into his waiting hands, as enemy reinforcements came in numbers more numerous than before.

It was time to continue the fight.

For as long as it takes.