Shiro clenched his teeth as his sword stuck into the creature's horns. He gripped it tightly refusing to let go even as his feet were lifted off the ground. He yelped as he was hit in the side, but kept a sturdy grip on his katana. He growled and planted both feet on the Saint's face, kicking hard as he dislodged the blade and sent himself a few yards away from the beast. He held his side for a moment and panted as he recovered himself. He held his left arm out and motioned for the creature to come to him, grinning and sticking his tongue out. He then closed his eyes and focused on the Zygote, ready to counter when attacked.