Archer may never get used to that odd feeling of being in two places at once as his body vanishes in the flash of light, but it's the small price to pay for being useful.

'Trace On' familiar incantation and two swords materialize right onto Caster's hands.

Hm. It's not really useful against an ayakashi so large, so Archer changes his mind and projects again; the swords become a blueish light and change shape, thinning and connecting until the shape solidifies into a green spear.

'My apologies. Swords aren't suited for this kind of hunt.'