Crack Idea?
Well, I suppose this counts.
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It was in Shiki that he faced his greatest enemy.
Even if -that world- had been shattered, Emiya Shirou would still fight on.
A man who wielded relics of the past.
Symbols greater than themselves, power placed
Though if they were only copies...
No, because they were copies, Shirou would continue to struggle.
For all that he believed in.
For all that he had to protect.
He would rush against death itself.
Had he thought about it a little more, he would have found that was exactly what he was doing now.
There was no room for stray thoughts, though.
Victory was his only concern.
Philosophy could be saved for later.
At this moment, at this instant.
Before even a second was lost.
He would find a way to win.
Swords and spears alike fell to Shiki's mysterious power.
And so, Shirou resorted to other arsenals.
Calling forth anything he could think of.
Pots and pans.
Spoons and forks.
He thought of something, anything that could resist that knife of his.
And yet, he was being pushed back.
From the beginning, he should have sniped at a distance.
Attack outside of his range.
But, he had to be sure that it would have killed his opponent.
That folly was the reason for being cornered now.
Still...
He would win!
He sought out an image in his mind.
Creating an image of Shiki's certain death.
Taking a form, he raised his hands over his head, clutching its edges as it appeared.
"With this chair...
"Die!"
Logically, it should have never hit Shiki.
The other boy should have been too fast.
Even if he couldn't dodge, that blade of his...
Surely it could have cut up the chair like the rest of them.
Instead, he froze up, muttering only "This chair."
Over and over, the words were repeated.
Already unconscious, like a mantra it continued.
And Shirou had no idea why.
Somehow, it felt anticlimactic.
Still, no matter what the reason, he was the victor.
...or at least he thought he was.
Wait, why had they been fighting in the first place?