The air was thick with tension as the Noble Phantasms clashed, their energies bursting forth in a spectacular display. Artoria's Excalibur, the sword of kings, shone brightly as it met the inverted reality created by Shiro's "Inverted Spear of Heaven and Earth." Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe glowed with a fierce light, adding to the chaos.
The clash of energies was intense, the very fabric of reality straining under the pressure. Artoria stumbled backward, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to maintain her footing.
"Master, we should retreat," Artoria said, her voice firm and practical. "Shiro's Noble Phantasm is powerful, and we've taken some damage."
"Alright, let's fall back," Illyasviel replied, her tone concise.
With a swift motion, Artoria turned to retreat, leaving Diarmuid to face Shiro alone. Diarmuid charged forward, his Gae Buidhe flashing through the air with deadly precision. Shiro's spear danced in response, but it was clear he was outmatched.
Diarmuid's movements were a blur of speed and agility, his spear thrusts lightning-fast and precise. Shiro stumbled backward, his spear flashing wildly as he struggled to keep up with Diarmuid's pace.
The sound of clashing steel echoed through the air, the two fighters exchanging blow for blow. Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe sliced through the air, its path unpredictable and deadly. Shiro's spear parried and riposted, but he was slowly being pushed back.
Despite his best efforts, Shiro couldn't land a hit on Diarmuid. The Lancer's movements were too fast, his spear thrusts too precise. Shiro's breathing grew labored, his movements slowing as he struggled to keep up with Diarmuid's relentless assault.
The battle was a testament to Diarmuid's skill and strength, his superior prowess evident in every clash of steel. Shiro fought valiantly, but he was no match for Diarmuid's expertise.
As the fight continued, it became increasingly clear that Diarmuid would emerge victorious. Shiro's movements slowed, his spear flashing weakly as Diarmuid's attacks grew more precise and deadly. The outcome of the battle was all but certain, with Diarmuid's superior strength and skill proving too much for Shiro to handle.
The battle raged on, the clash of steel on steel echoing through the air. Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe sliced through the air, its path a blur of deadly precision. Shiro's spear danced in response, but his movements were slowing, his breathing growing more labored.
Diarmuid's eyes blazed with determination, his face set in a fierce expression. His spear thrusts were lightning-fast, each one aimed at Shiro's vulnerable spots. Shiro parried and riposted, but his movements were becoming increasingly desperate.
The air was thick with tension, the outcome of the air charged with the sound of clashing steel. Diarmuid's movements were a symphony of deadly precision, his spear thrusts weaving in and out of Shiro's defenses.
Shiro's spear flashed wildly, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to keep up with Diarmuid's pace. Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe sliced through the air, its path unpredictable and deadly. Each thrust was aimed at Shiro's vulnerable spots, each movement calculated to exploit Shiro's weaknesses.
The battle was intense, the two fighters exchanging blow for blow. Diarmuid's superior skill and strength were evident in every clash of steel, his movements a testament to his expertise. Shiro fought valiantly, but he was no match for Diarmuid's prowess.
The clash of steel on steel echoed through the air, the sound growing more intense as the battle raged on. Diarmuid's movements were a blur of speed and agility, his spear thrusts lightning-fast and precise. Shiro's spear danced in response, but his movements were slowing, his strength waning.
The outcome of the battle was all but certain, with Diarmuid's superior strength and skill proving too much for Shiro to handle. The Lancer's movements were a symphony of deadly precision, his spear thrusts weaving in and out of Shiro's defenses with ease.
The battle raged on, Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe slicing through the air with deadly precision. Shiro's spear danced in response, but his movements were slowing, his breathing growing more labored. Diarmuid's eyes blazed with determination, his face set in a fierce expression.
The clash of steel on steel echoed through the air, the sound growing more intense as the battle raged on. Diarmuid's movements were a blur of speed and agility, his spear thrusts lightning-fast and precise. Shiro's spear flashed wildly, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to keep up with Diarmuid's pace.
Just as Diarmuid seemed poised to deliver the final blow, a voice echoed in his mind. "Diarmuid, return." It was the voice of his master, Kayneth.
Diarmuid's expression didn't change, but his movements slowed. He stepped back, his Gae Buidhe still flashing with energy. Shiro stumbled forward, his spear still raised.
Diarmuid's eyes locked onto Shiro, his gaze piercing. For a moment, the two fighters stood frozen, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two combatants.
With a swift motion, Diarmuid turned and walked away, his master Kayneth's words still echoing in his mind. "We have no interest in killing this boy. Our goal is the Holy Grail, not unnecessary battles."
Diarmuid's departure left Shiro standing alone, his spear still raised in a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The battle was over, but the outcome of the war was still far from certain.