A faker vs a king

The ring of fire expands around you and Gilgamesh, revealing cogs and machinery in the background, the ground littered with countless swords. Gilgamesh tilts his head back and laughs loudly. "So you ARE a faker!" "It doesn't matter if all my swords are fake! They'll cut you down just the same!" You exclaim as your battle begins with Gilgamesh in earnest.

Back at the Grail, Tohsaka hauls an **** Shinji out of the unholy muck. The Grail oozes and pops, threatening to consume the magus as she traverses the perilous surface. Rider watches pensively and shoots a look over to where your fight is. "Rin. Hurry. Shirou needs me." Rider urges. "Right!" Rin calls, finally emerging onto solid land. "Now, Rider!"

Back at the fight, Shirou's taken a beating. Gilgamesh has gotten progressively more irritated with him, bringing out stronger and stronger weapons from the Gate of Babylon, only to be met by Shirou's replica.

"You Mongrel! Why won't you die??" Gilgamesh asks as you continue to match him. Gilgamesh cracks a grin and laughs as he reaches towards a red handle, producing a bright red spiraled sword. You look at the sword and attempt to trace it... But can't. You have no idea what the mystical item is even made of. "What's the matter, Faker? Can't compete with the real thing!? You should feel honored, whelp!"

The situation seems hopeless. None of the weapons you've used have gotten you any closer to victory. Victory. That is the element you've been missing. Gilgamesh laughs as he readies his weapon.