The King of Heroes vs The Platinum Wall

The battle between King and Wall began to escalate at an extremely higher rate than anyone could have expected. So far, from an onlooker's perspective, it would appear as though Gilgamesh has the upper advantage, but if one were to assume such - then they would surely be a foolish soul ready to be reprimanded or rebuked by their peers. While the Platinum wall had been hit by a flock of divine treasures, and been slashed by two of the disharmonious blades within his hand, he was still standing strong before the mighty King of Heroes. This was an opportunity that had been evading Gilgamesh for so many Era's, not once had an opponent been able to last more then a few seconds before being skewered and falling miserably to his 'Gate of Babylon's' might, but here and now, stood this man with long red hair and a somewhat benevolent gaze holding his face. Usually, when being faced with such haughtiness and arrogance, most untrained warriors would be angry and act out of pure anger rather than their instinct. But for the select few, there were some who would ignore his claims all together, and continue to fight bravely. This man belonged to the latter, of course. For all of the Golden king's bravado, he had not a sliver of anger or annoyance on his face. For someone who may meet his end today, he was surprisingly calm. This alone showed Gilgamesh that he was no mere wealking and that should this Daigoro Ito bring out more of his power that he too would have to answer in deference to his opponent's brevity.

After their first clash, which resulted in Dai blocking one sword, while taking the one that was shot like a rocket towards the abdomen - Daigoro rolled over to avoid further damage. Soon, after he brought himself back up and checked his wounds, a strange phenomenon - at least to the man of opulence - begins to take place before his eyes. Keeping the man locked within his gaze, and after the ash around the benevolent foe began to conjoin, a concrete image was formed. The image of The King of Heroes knight swords, Bite the dust. "....Hm...." This ability brought back sour memories from a distant past, it is indeed no doubt the memories based on when he fought the young man known as Emiya Shirou. If there was one way to earn this usually calm and direct individual's ire, then it would no doubt be men and women who could replicate his divine mysteries. Some would be flattered by such a perfect replica, but Gilgamesh simply sneered, unperturbed by this occurrence. No matter the situation, a fake will never reach the original; majority rule will always take effect. The original, the authentic, and the genuine, will always crush the miserable fakes for what they are. In truth however, Gilgamesh was not displeased to see these new turns of events taking place.

It only roused him into an even more jovial mood then before. This opponent is absolutely perfect for today thinks the King of Heroes as he begins to take preemptive measures against Daigoro's next attack. Firstly, to begin, the man had been executing one or two single strikes, instead of a consecutive streak of attacks. Seemingly, it appears that this young man relies on his defense more than he does on offense; most opponents who get the opportunity to even close the distance between themselves and this man, undoubtedly seek to end the battle with multiple close range techniques. This man, however, has done naught. After processing that thought within a few seconds, he focused his attention to the sword in his hand.

It is the swords with which he created in the honor of every single knight that took up arms with him in his days as the king of the ethereal land of the Sugiura. Those swords were no doubt, dangerous to opponents such as Shinigami or even people hailing from his own race. The disharmony that emits from these weapons are so strong that they render defense just as useless as offense. If one aims for the block with their own weapon, the weapon and the spirit would suffer causing dissonance between user and blade. If they suffered a direct hit, they too would suffer as a result of the disharmony that dripped from every being of these cross shaped swords. As luck would have it, he had adorned his armor long before this situation took place. As such, there is no way that sword can slash through his armor, especially in small series of strikes. This Golden armor was the strongest and most vital defense possessed by the Hero King.

After assessing these factors, there was one more thing to consider. That ability he used to replicate his weapon, which is the direst threat of all. Even for fakes, weapons of that kind can spell certain doom if he simply slaps them aside as harmless. After all, that was how he suffered defeat against that damned hypocritical faker in the past. With everything properly planned in his head, he knew exactly what his next plan of action was. At the range of 3 paces, the red haired warrior disappeared grinning, from Gilgamesh's line of sight. Without losing his calm and composure, he simply widened his eyes so that he would be ready to defend against the strike, not that it would do much, of course. But he had to be safe in the face of any danger, which might allow him to fall into the pit of destruction. With a regal and delicate smirk, he concluded that the man aimed for another direct attack, and lo and behold, there he was ready to strike.

He allowed those four strikes to clash with his armor, and while he felt a strong impact, it was nothing that made him become imbalanced or was it enough to cause him to lose his footing. His feet moved slightly, and he grinned lustily at the thought of how this battle would continue to turn out. After all, not many had been able to last this long. As he watched the man jump back and see the fake shatter before him, Daigoro created another weapon, this time a battle-ax. Now that distance was gained between the two, Gilgamesh began to think upon what his own plan of action would be. Should he once again release a barrage of his mighty projectile weapons, or, perhaps, charge in for another attack to the body? All were indeed sound plans - but everything traced back to that damning endurance of his. If he were better versed in physical strength and attacking in succession, then he would undoubtedly keep the man in gold on the ropes. Luckily, his attacks weren't doing much currently, but then, he couldn't be lethargic against an opponent like this. The benevolent ones are always the tricky ones. After he took the time to relax his muscles and take a sharp inhalation, he threw the swords back within the treasury only to pull out a new weapon of choice.

A 5 foot long needle was being held within the tips of his fingers. This seemingly harmless weapon is named Jigoku. Its ability lies in closing off any possible areas with which the opponent can escape, but it doesn’t just stop there, however. Once it is thrown like a projectile, it duplicates into 100 more needles making it difficult to escape. To use it in this situation however, were more of a disadvantage rather than a possible threat towards the defensive warrior. That is to say, his intention was not to use it alone. And even if this is a large area, these weapons can still track him no matter where he aims to run, since it would most likely cut through most of the disheveled buildings around them. After pulling this new armament out, he brought out another one.

This one went by the unusual name of Xero. Simply said, it is a sword with a length of 90.2 centimeters, ensconced within a dull red sheath lacks in terms of splendor. It also has a purple-hit wrapping, and a tsuba(guard) with a shape that is similar to Soul society’s Kidō corps emblem - consisting of a circle with a pentagon-like shape in the center and three points protruding from the edges evenly spaced apart. This sword can be especially sly when it comes to the matter of conjunction attacks. Herein lies its main ability – that is – to create a dark mist that often covers large amounts of the area, leaving shadows of his figures everywhere he moves. Not only does this confuse the opponent, but it allows him to assault them with a series of multiple attacks; while they are forced to try and find a list of ways to possible escape. Placing the needle within his mouth, he unsheathes the sword from its scabbard. No sooner after this, the aforementioned mist starts to cover the area in a dark and hazy mist around both Daigoro and the King of Heroes. After this technique was completed, he pulled the needle neatly from his teeth and threw it within the darkness, and in its mid air journey, 100 needles were duplicated in order to follow their leader. After brandishing the Katana,

Gilgamesh stabbed it within the ground, and amid the darkness those golden glows appear within the empty air. His aim as clear as day – reenact the projectile assault with intense force and absolute might. From this distance, he releases a continuous assault of 4 spears and 4 swords – each capable of shattering mountains on direct impact. The speed was almost unreal; they were soaring at 10,000 mph during their flight, making them all but impossible to dodge without even an ounce of speed rivaling their own. The impact would be deadly if they were taken on, but for this man who could endure such adversity they would probably do little to damage him. Not that this would work against the King of Heroes, of course.

He has set up a neatly prepared trap, making the difficult to evade not only the 100 needles 8 weapons with mountain-shattering force. If the needles hit, they would land precisely where his pressure points lie, most likely paralyzing him while the divine swords and spears fly in resonating elegance, following the task that their leader may not accomplish. With a small grin, Gilgamesh disappears within the shadows, grabbing a large axe. This weapon is called Lightening Eater. As the names implies, it is an axe that is capable of releasing powerful bolts of lightning. This extreme weapon can only be wielded when he has his armor equipped, due to the powerful inertia release. There are fifteen lightning bolts within each cartridge, and once they are all used up, they can easily be replaced by more lightening that can be taken from the surrounding area that holds electricity, or perhaps, even an opponent who uses lightning as a piece of their overall battle repoitoire.

The damage from these weapons is, needless to say, catastrophic; each capable of leaving large craters within their wake. Not only that, but even when impact is made large pillars of lightening are created making it increasingly difficult to escape from contact, even if the opponent is quick, the weapons will no doubt strike from an unpredictable range in order to seize their prey. To end his turn, he brought out a defensive mirror shield aptly named Kibisis. This was obviously a move to cover up any possible sneak attacks that can happen within this mist, since keep in mind, he was not exempt from the darkness either. Kibsis is a strong defensive mirror shield, it is a bronze shield polished to bear a mirror-like reflection that projects information from the surrounding environment on its surface so the user can rely on that information to move around without having to move him away from the mirror. It can also be used as a sort of detection device as it transmits the reaitsu signals from those around the surrounding area.

This allows for Gilgamesh to make preparatory actions against sneak-attack's as well as gathering information for future usage. This was a flawless product of ingenuity and a prodigy’s skill. This will allow him to defend against any possible attack from within the shadowy mist, all the while; his opponent will be forced to attack what very may well be an after image. Moreover, since he can now predict where the man is coming from due to locking onto the residual spiritual energy emitting from his body, and since his opponent will be forced to go off of nothing but instinct, Gilgamesh has carefully prepared quite the elaborate and elusive trap for his wonderful opponent. With a small grin, he licked his lips slightly, obviously in anticipation for the next attack. How would the powerful wall handle this assault? Such was the one thought flowing through the mind of the Mighty king as he prepared himself for the eventual counter, if Daigoro had any tricks in his own bag, that is.