The school's halls seemed to never end, going on and on. It was surprisingly big for a Japanese school, and one could get easily lost if they didn't know where they were going. Beyond the continuous clashing outside the school, Frank would be able to hear a pair of footsteps or two following them from behind. Could it be more of the soldiers? More of this supposed third party that was after him for some reason? Whatever the case, Shirou tried his best to keep up with Frank.
For a teenager of his height, he seemed surprisingly fit. Nothing too much to write home about, but hey, in a country dominated by people who stay in their homes all day obsessed with their own delusional world, Shirou was decently built, his body somewhat built by relatively small exercises like jogging, push-ups, sit-ups, and known only to a select few, pole-vaulting. Still, even despite all that, he didn't seem to have anywhere near the amount of endurance that Frank had.
Well, maybe he did, but it'd be better described as something else. But that was another story for another day.
"W-Wait, Mr. Castle! Please, I need more answers!" He said, somehow managing to yank his arm away from Frank, taking several cautious steps back, away from him.
However, at that moment, Archer's body would be sent flying into the school, likely a result of the heated battle with Lancer, in the floor just above the two of them, causing debris to fall down at them. Shirou could only act upon instinct, leaping away from Frank's direction to avoid the debris. In no time, it'd all be enough to completely block Frank from Shirou, though they would still be able to communicate with each other.
"M-Mr. Castle! Are you alright?!"
