Trace, On!

"Trace, on." Archer says as he projects his twin black swords. "No...way." You say, stunned by Archer using magic only you know. "Yes. My true name is Heroic Spirit EMIYA. I am the end result of what you strive to be! Now trace your swords and fight, or I will kill you where you stand!" Archer yells as Rin gasps with the realization that Shirou will be fighting himself as she hears Archer's true name, revealed.

"Fine! Two can play that game! Trace, on!" You call, driving the Mana spike into your body and activating your main mana circuits. You don't even need to analyze Archer's dual swords. It's like they've always been there as they appear in your hands. "Projection complete!" Archer hrmphs, "You're toying with magic you don't even understand. Let me show you the error of your WAYS!" Archer exclaims as he lunches forward. Your blades meet Archer's and hold their own for several strikes before shattering.

Archer's had way more practice than you in perfecting his dual blades. You manage to generate another pair in the nick of time to once again parry Archer's attack. "Master!" Rider calls out as Archer connects with his blade first, your blood spilling from the wound. "Rider, let me handle this. I must defeat myself!" Rider nods. "Then go. And remember what I have tought you."

You think about what Rider's taught you in your dojo sessions. To always envision yourself winning. To be one step ahead of your opponent, and move fluidly in your step. Graceful, elegant. You enhance your legs and feel the Mana spike driving deeper into your legs as your feet begin to follow nearly unnatural dodging movements.

*Swish* Archer misses with his next strike, allowing you to connect and draw blood of your own. "You have trained well, Shirou Emiya." Archer says. "But it will not be enough!" Archer exclaims as he brings out a different sword from his huge arsenal. The sound of metal on metal clash through the cold streets of the city. As you begin to tire, Archer gain the upper hand, slicing through you and causing your warm blood to spill across your body.

"I.. must... Win.." you say as you begin to see the outline of a pure golden sword in your mind's eye. You project Rider's chain and dagger, much to her shock. "That weapon is very much unlike you, Shirou." Archer says as he sees Rider's weapon in your hand. "It's from a friend. No, more than that! It from a woman I looove!" Shirou shouts as he drives the spike into Archer's right shoulder, wrapping his right arm up in the heavy chains.

Rider holds back a tear at Shirou saying something she only silently knew until this point.