Originally Posted by
crystalwatcher
NasuVerse: Need comic relief? Go with da Nekoneko!
Crud, now I'm on some kind of odd Omake bindge :/ wth?
Edit: Like I said, had an omake bindge from something. And this sounded like something Shirou would do when pissed off.
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The world shattered in an instant. The massive steel doors that hid the base from outside eyes were blasted apart like a porcelain vase with a firecracker inside of it. Flying fragments of steel screamed through the air, shattering the gadgets that had been guarding them before Caladbolg II erased them from existence. From the massive inferno at the entrance emerged a red-clad human with white hair and grey eyes, eyes that were colder than the void of space around Mild-Childa, and filled with a rage that was nearly indescribable.
It was the rage of a friend. The Wolkenritter wounded, having been ambushed while Christmas shopping for the upcoming holidays to celebrate the end of the JS Incident.
It was the rage of a lover. Nanoha having been stabbed from behind, and hospitalized by the traitorous bastards he was now hunting.
And most of all, it was the rage of a father. Vivio having been kidnapped as Nanoha was left for dead. Stolen from them, her family, for the single reason she was a confirmed clone of the Saint.
Shirou Emiya strolled into the criminal base like Judgment. The instant he cleared the inferno he had created the massive numbers of stolen gadget drones swarmed towards him, the more intelligent personnel fleeing for their lives in recognition for what was coming. The light from the fire flickered and a hailstorm of steel roared at the onslaught of machines. Countless swords, great and small, simple and masterful, magical and mundane, met the swarm: smashing it like an insect and sweeping it aside like a snow bank to a tsunami, and in seconds the horde of stolen machines were little more than scrap metal.
At a constant strolling pace that he had not broken since the doors were shattered Shirou strode across the large entrance way to the farthest passage, and entered it, following the unique smell of his daughter’s magic. He had left Hayate and Fate to take care of the political nonsense and to keep an eye on the Knights and Nanoha, leaving the annihilation of the base to him: he preferred it like that, TSAB members were not allowed to use lethal force, but being a sanctioned freelancer allowed him to use any force he deemed necessary. And to the people who had dared harm his loved ones and take his daughter nothing less but death he would allow.
He turned the corner, a line of illegal mages firing down the hallway at him from what cover they would cobble together. Pity, they apparently thought he used Belkan or Midian style magic. Otherwise their cover would be a lot sturdier. Without even a gesture He summoned a wall of steel. Hundreds of swords, interlaced like some kind of nightmarish scale armor filled the corridor between him and the mages. After several seconds they stopped, bewildered by what he had called forth and did the second stupidest thing they had done so far: step out of cover. Without ever breaker stride and without a gesture, he accelerated the wall of metal at the fools in his path, smashing them against and through the final wall between him and his daughter.
He stepped through the ragged hole that was once the side of a powerful anti-magic cell and for the first time since entering the base paused for an instant to take in the situation. Two mages or at least one since only one had a staff were there and alive. The one with the staff cowering against the corner, and the other holding a gun to Vivio’s head thinking that it would make him surrender and for an instant Shirou pitied the fool.
The next instant the idiot was nailed to the far wall with a seven foot blade through the head. Vivio ‘eeped’ and dropped the floor at the sudden relief of pressure and absence of danger. It took Shirou only moments to walk over to Vivio and pick her up, “It’s alright. Papa is here to save you. We’re going home now.” He didn’t here Vivio’s scared reply, as he turned away from the cell she had been trapped in for the eighteen hours that it had taken Hayate to track the base. He didn’t spare the cowering mage a glance as he stepped from the ruined cell, a relieved sigh being cut off as another sword finished of the last bastard who had thought it a good idea to even imagine harming his daughter. “Shhh, your safe now.”
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