[The witch's laughter breaks off. She jerks back but the ice holds her fast. The Fatui with the hammer charges right for Elliot. Shirou adjusts his course. The wolf guise is just that, anemo energy.
The distance rapidly closes. Twenty feet. Fifteen. Ten. He can see the burn of their eyes and smell the slightly off odor of the Fatui. The gunner aims for Shirou, sighting him as the threat to eliminate.
He lets the wind magic burst outwards in a blast that shreds the guise and leaves the real beastman, crouched with his fist pulled back. He surges up into his guard and hits him with a blow that's all the force and speed his body possesses. The gunner had stumbled as the wind went out. That's two targets to pick from.]
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The distance rapidly closes. Twenty feet. Fifteen. Ten. He can see the burn of their eyes and smell the slightly off odor of the Fatui. The gunner aims for Shirou, sighting him as the threat to eliminate.
He lets the wind magic burst outwards in a blast that shreds the guise and leaves the real beastman, crouched with his fist pulled back. He surges up into his guard and hits him with a blow that's all the force and speed his body possesses. The gunner had stumbled as the wind went out. That's two targets to pick from.]