Emiya and Shoko stood still, silently weighing the same question—whether this was an exorcism they could manage, or a fight they should already be running from.
The answer came immediately.
The nurse moved first, her body blurring forward.
The ICU floor exploded beneath her bare feet as she reappeared in front of Emiya , and her leg snapped upward in a brutal, whip-fast kick aimed straight at his chest.
Emiya's instincts screamed.
A wall surged up in front of him—
CRACK.
The first wall shattered in a heartbeat, fragments of solid rock erupting outward like shrapnel.
His eyes widened.
A second wall slammed into place.
It groaned under the impact, spiderweb fractures racing across its surface as the kick dug in, holding for a second—
No, no,—
"Deploy!"
The third wall rose just in time.
The nurse's leg smashed into it with a thunderous BOOM, the remaining force finally stopping short, the wall holding—barely—its surface shaking violently as if screaming in protest.
Emiya staggered back, heart pounding.
That was a casual attack.
And it had chewed through two walls like they were made of paper.
The nurse's leg was still pressed against the third wall, cursed energy rippling where flesh met stone.
That was the opening.
Shoko moved.
She didn't shout.
She slipped in from Emiya's blind spot, her hand already coated in Reverse Cursed Technique—
One precise motion.
Chop.
Her palm struck the nurse's leg at the knee.
There was no dramatic flourish—just a sharp, clinical slice.
The leg came off.
It hit the floor with a wet, heavy thud, twitching once before going still.
The nurse let out a soft, surprised sound.
"Oh."
Not pain.
Curiosity.
Her eyes gleamed.
Then she moved.
The oversized syringe vanished from her grip for a split second—then reappeared mid-swing as she thrust it forward like a spear, cursed energy detonating around the needle tip.
Shoko's eyes widened.
Too fast.
The syringe tore through the air, aimed straight for her chest.
—No time.
Emiya reacted.
"Wall."
A slab of solid rock erupted between them.
The syringe hit it—
CRACK.
The wall shattered instantly, stone exploding outward like shrapnel.
But it was enough.
The impact slowed the thrust just long enough for Shoko to twist away and fall back, boots skidding across the blood-slick floor as the needle sliced past where her heart had been a heartbeat earlier.
She landed hard beside Emiya, sliding to a stop.
The shattered remains of the wall collapsed between them and the nurse.
The nurse tilted her head, syringe still dripping.
"…Interference,while I administrator my patient?" she said mildly.
He glanced at Shoko.
"You good?"
She clicked her tongue, already steadying herself.
"..Yeah."
Behind the debris, flesh squelched.
Muscle crawled. Bone knit. Flesh grew back, threads of cursed energy stitching it together at an absurd speed.
Emiya sucked in a sharp breath, eyes locked on the regenerating leg.
The nurse finished regenerating, rolling her ankle once like she was testing new shoes.
"Much better," she said pleasantly.
Emiya leaned slightly toward Shoko without taking his eyes off her.
"…I have a plan," he said under his breath.
Shoko didn't look at him. "What."
Emiya swallowed, eyes still locked on the nurse.
"You look for an opening," he said quietly. "One clean chance. Take her head with RCT."
Shoko's gaze finally shifted to him, sharp and measuring.
"…Are you sure?"
The nurse tilted her head, listening, syringe tapping lightly against her palm.
Emiya took a deep breath.
His chest felt tight. Not from fear—
from knowing the answer.
"…There's no other way."
He exhaled slowly.
"I'll keep her busy."
His eyes flicked to the ceiling, the beds, the narrow space.
"This ICU's tight. She can't move freely if I control the angles."
Emiya slammed his palms down.
Cursed energy roared.
Two stone cannons materialized at his sides—left and right—their barrels humming as compressed power spiraled within.
"…Please be distracted by the big guns," he muttered.
The nurse's smile widened.
The cannons fired simultaneously.
BOOM—BOOM.
The ICU shook violently as twin blasts tore through the cramped space, shockwaves ripping curtains apart and hurling beds into the walls. The nurse was smashed backward, her body skidding across the floor in a spray of shattered tile.
It didn't do much damage—her form twisted, already correcting itself—
—but it was better than nothing.
Emiya grit his teeth.
The space was too tight.
No Archer Tower. No Mortar.
"…Figures," he muttered.
The nurse hurled her syringe.
It shrieked through the air like a thrown spear, cursed energy spiraling around it.
Emiya snapped his hands up.
A wall erupted—
CRASH.
The syringe punched straight through it, shattering stone into flying chunks.
Emiya had already moved.
"Tch—way too fast!"
Before she could move again, Emiya slammed his heel back.
"Deploy."
Ten figures burst up around the nurse in a rough circle—muscle-bound barbarians, one handed swords raised, eyes blazing with summoned intent.
The nurse blinked.
"Oh?"
Emiya exhaled, sweat dripping down his temple.
Okay. Inventory check, he thought grimly.
Eighty housing space total.
Barbarians, archers, goblins—one each.
Giants take five.
Wall breakers take two.
Once housing spaces is used can only be used again after three hours.
His eyes flicked over the scene.
Ten barbarians out… so seventy left.
The barbarians flank her in circle.
The nurse smiled.
"How lively," she said pleasantly.
The syringe still embedded in the wall dissolved midair and instantly reformed in the nurse's hands.
As the nurse's grip tightened and the syringe reformed fully in her hand, three barbarians broke formation and surged ahead.
"—Now!" Emiya barked.
Two went low.
Their swords flashed in a brutal cross, hacking at her legs with raw, unrefined force—steel biting into flesh as cursed energy sparked on impact.
The third at the back didn't swing.
He lunged.
With a guttural roar, he drove his blade forward, aiming to pierce straight through her back.
The blade never reached her spine.
The nurse's body folded in on itself, joints bending the wrong way as she twisted aside at the last possible instant. The thrust scraped past her ribs instead, carving a deep furrow through flesh and uniform.
Blood splattered.
The ICU lights flickered.
"Oh my," she murmured, sounding almost impressed.
Her syringe snapped down.
One barbarian on the left leg
was smashed aside mid-swing, his torso caving as he skidded across the floor and dissolved into cursed mist.
Another was kicked point-blank, sent crashing into a bed hard enough to bend metal.
Then.
Her heel snapped back.
The barbarian was launched off his feet, crashing into the ceiling hard enough to leave a spiderweb of cracks before dissolving into smoke.
The remaining barbarians didn't hesitate.
They piled in
.
Seven blades rose and fell at once, raw strength over technique.
For a heartbeat, it looked like they would connect.
Then she laughed.
Her body dropped suddenly—hands slamming into the blood-slick floor.
A handstand.
Emiya's eyes widened.
"What is she—Black Widow or something?!"
She spun.
Her legs became blurs, rotating in a perfect, inhuman arc.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Each kick landed with surgical precision—jaw, temple, sternum—bones folding, bodies snapping apart mid-motion. Barbarians were torn from the assault like leaves in a storm, flung outward to shatter against walls and equipment before dissolving into smoke.
One blade still managed to bite into her calf.
The nurse twisted mid-spin and caught it between her feet.
She looked up, upside down, smiling sweetly.
"Oh dear," she said. "That's unsafe."
She snapped her legs apart.
The barbarian came with them—ripped clean in half.
Silence followed.
Only cursed mist drifted where Emiya's troops had been.
Boom-Boom.
The cannons roared again and again, consecutive blasts slamming into the who still is upside down, her body hurling through the air toward the far wall.
She was about to crash—
When the space behind her ruptured.
A giant appeared.
Four meters tall, shoulders hunched, barely small enough to exist beneath the roof of the ICU. Its body pure muscles and cursed energy.
Before the nurse could react—
The giant wrapped its arms around her.
Not a strike.
A grapple.
It crushed her against its chest in a bone-creaking embrace, ribs compressing as cursed energy flared outward in waves.
For the first time—
The nurse stiffened.
Then she spoke, her voice cold.
"…Are you a leecher?" she wishpers."Engaging in sexual harassment of nurses?"
Emiya blinked.
—WHY is the homicidal curse nurse pulling out HR dialogue NOW?!
…Is this a curse spirit born from workplace trauma?
Is she fighting for nurse rights??
Do I need to file a complaint or an exorcism report?!
"Lady," Emiya muttered under his breath, summoning cursed energy again, "I promise you, this is the least sexy situation any of us have ever been in."
The giant tightened its grip, muscles bulging as it tried to crush her outright.
Then the nurse sighed.
"Oh dear," she said calmly.
Her arms shifted—wrong. Joints slid, muscles twisted, and with horrifying ease she pried the giant's grasp apart, peeling its massive arms away as if they were nothing more than restraints made of cloth.
The giant roared—
Too late.
The syringe shot backward like a spear, cursed energy detonating along its length.
Piercing his head.
"Is this all the assista-whattt!?" As she said.
A hand lands on her neck from behind.
In the chaos of the fight, she overlooked one thing.
Shoko.
She was already there—right behind her.
No warning. No hesitation.
Her hand blazed with Reverse Cursed Technique as she slipped into the nurse's blind spot and swung.
Chop.
Clean. Precise. Merciless.
The nurse's head came off.
It spun once in the air before hitting the floor with a dull thud, black hair spilling across sterile tiles.
Her body followed a heartbeat later, collapsing bonelessly beside it.
Silence.
Emiya sagged, hands on his knees.
"…Please tell me that worked."
Shoko exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulder.
"…It should've."
As they both sigh in relief.
Then—
Squish.
Emiya's head snapped up.
The nurse's body twitched.
Once.
Twice.
Then it pushed itself upright.
Blood and cursed energy churned at the neck, flesh bubbling and knitting together as bone pushed outward with a wet crack.
On the floor, the severed head's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh," it said mildly. "That was rude."
Emiya felt his soul leave his body for a brief, educational trip.
The pressure which has disappeared from there shoulders which has disappeared came back—heavier than before.
Shoko's eyes hardened.
Although curse spirits are just a mass of cursed energy and don't follow humans anatomy but generally destroying head excorcise them.
The nurse's headless body straightened fully as a new head finished forming, face smooth and smiling like nothing had happened.
She tilted her neck experimentally.
"Now," she said sweetly, syringe reforming in her hand, "shall we continue treatment?"
Emiya swallowed hard.
"…I really, really hate hospitals."