Shurou could not believe what he was seeing:
Standing right outside the window was Bigfoot itself...
The Bigfoot
Crash!!!
Before he could rub his eyes, a loud crash sounded right before his very eyes. Shirou could only watch helplessly as the walls before him broke apart, revealing a 2.5 m furry, reaching out to grab him. But what made him afraid were the eyes sprited by the Bigfoot...
Eyes that remained pure and untainted, as if curious about what was before him
Realising that if he dawdled any further, he'd die this very instant, and so, without further ado, Shirou used what energy he had left to reinforce his legs, and turning them into biomechanical springs. With a giant leap, he jerked backwards, narrowly missing the large plate-like hands that were about to grab him by his head. Just as he was about to sigh a breath of relief, he realised something:
Why didn't anyone come
Before he could do anything, another giant hand grabbed his arms, before cracking it.
"AAARRRRRGGHHH!"
Shirou could not help but yell at the intense pain that radiated from his broken bones, bent in directions they were not supposed to go. But this did not stop the beast...
With innocence in its eyes, it dragged him up, all the while clinging to Shirou's broken arm
Despite all the cruelty, despite all the pain, Shirou detected not an ounce of malicious intent in its eyes, causing his already frozen heart to sink lower than ever. Closing his eyes, he recited his final prayers...
Kiritsugu, Irisviel, thank you so much for taking an orphan like me. And Ilya, sorry for not taking you to the aquarium like I told you I was going to...
As he resigned himself to his fate, he did not notice the faintly drawn magic circle lighting up, growing brighter every second...
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Swish!
With a large swing, a young blonde woman, wearing medieval armour (?) (to Shirou, still delirious from the pain, it felt more like a cosplayer had come), swung an invisible weapon, gouging a deep cut in the Bigfoot's arm. Crying loudly at the unexpected pain, it dropped the heavily bleeding Shirou (who, for him, felt himself to be feeling extremely unlucky today) to the ground. Wincing in pain, the Bigfoot quickly scampered away, fear growing in its eyes, as it realised that, unlike other weapons, this one could potentially kill it. Seeing that her prey was escaping, the young(?) woman raised her arms, her invisible weapon glowing brighter with each passing second, until it lit up the dark sky with an intense beam of light.
"EX-
CALIBAA-"
"Stop, you foolish Servant!"
Hearing the loud cry, Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights, lowered her sword. Seeing that the one who stopped her was a dark Servant in a red coat, she still held her sword high, vigilant at the new Servant that came to her. "Why do you stop me, Servant...?"
He did not say anything, but merely gave a quick glance to the still bleeding Shirou on the ground, moaning in pain, his arms now, astoundingly, healing quite rapidly each passing second.
"I think we can safely say that tending to your Master needs to be a higher priority, right...?"
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Walking through the dusty alleyways, the Grey Knight carefully looked at its sensors. Seeing that the red blip had appeared again, it turned its head towards the small doll sitting on its shoulders. Rolling her eyes, the young girl in short pink pajamas chastised the Knight, swinging her tiny hands quite comedically at the pointy helmet. "Oi Gadriel, just follow it! Do you not know how much of a clusterfuck we'll both be in if we don't capture the Child of Night as soon as possible!? Her Majesty is already pissed off enough as it is, so please make it easier for poor Habetrot!"
Rolling its eyes, the Knight continued on, resigned to forever take care of the man-child...