shiro wakes slowly at first, having thought himself dead for a time as he looks around and takes in the battle scene in an injured stupor, oddly serene as he looks at the undead warrior, seeming to, in his oddly serene state, figure that such a decrepit and unkempt figure as that could by no means animate itself without magic or assistance from an outward source, however the corpse had no intelligence in it's milky eyes or non-battle related movements however, when it swings the beatiful and artfully crafted blade it's done with precision and practice, leading shiro to beleive that the one calling the shots is the blade rather than the corpse as he rises, still in pain from his injury but he seems oddly calm as he allows his hood to fall away, revealing his canine ears, yet as he thought himself dead he didn't really care and let his hood fall as he levels is sword at the corpse, taking a stance that his father had taught him before leaping at the corpse with supernatural speed, shearing it's arm off along with the twisted mount's head in an upward strike delivered at supernatural speed. however the movement partially reopens his wound, snapping him back reality as he kneels, coughing up blood and wheezing as he trys to stay up and failing, using his sword to keep him on his knees in front of the severed arm that still clutches omega, the twisted steed's head having fallen towards the bushes while the rest of it slumps over, falling away from the gasping and half dead shiro due to sheer luck