The Sword of Promised Victory

You look on to see Archer is still standing after the smoke clears. It finally looks like you've gotten to him. "Well. That was unexpected. Most impressive." Archer says." No.. way... How did you survive that??" You ask in disbelief. " I see that you appreciate my shield. I came across it in my many travels and added it to the Blade Works."

"Your only flaw there was that you did not imagine that would allow you to win." Archer continues. Something that would allow you to win? The image of the golden sword reappears in your mind. Stronger. Calling for you. Is this what Archer was talking about?

That doesn't matter. You focus hard on the golden sword inside your mind. "Materials analyzed." You say as Archer looks towards you with murderous intent. "But now it is time for us to finish our battle." Archer says as a massive wall of swords appear behind him. "History, reproduced." You hold out your hands as the golden sword begin to appear in your hand. "Imagining Victory..!" You exclaim as the golden sword appears in your hand.

Archer lowers his hand as swords begin to quickly shoot torwards you. You yell and lead in with the tip of the golden sword, deflecting a few swords as you plunge your blade into Archer. The wall of swords ceases as Archer receives your killing blow. His head slumps as blood pours from his wounds.

"So. That's how it is. The sword of promised victory. You have done well to produce it. Congratulations, Shirou Emiya. You are the victor. Now go, and remember to always envision something where you will win." Archer says as he fades away, the Blade Works recessing and returning you to the real world.