Cayenne was biting her teeth.
Just because an object goes from a one-handed sword to a dagger changes its self considerably.
Spike with weight straight forward. This is not Lizardman's specialty. The structure of the body makes the neck come forward as much as the hand (the weight of the brain and skull is equivalent to 10% of the weight), so putting the weight on the hand forward is harsh. You don't like to put weight on your hips.
In this regard, a long sword that makes the body look like a whip and utilizes centrifugal force, such as a crossbow or a rare punch, is better suited to Cayenne. If you have one, you can shake your head and pull the weight from your shoulder to your hand. Results I can produce a destructive sword worthy of a long cayenne.
(... this guy, he's used to fighting. Demon Jazeera and I cross more than five minutes with me if you're fighting with a dagger)
Now Cayenne was forced to be one-on-one.
The Desert Tiger is held by the Alliance's exclusive adventurer. The desert tiger, heavily wounded in the eye, was attacking his surroundings without sight, absurd in temper. It embodies the phrase, which is exactly as hard as the beast of the hand.
So what about the Meenas, they were full of cups in the fight against child spiders. A child spider, thought to be dead, struck me breathlessly. Exactly. The demon burned with fire in the pit didn't move, but the demon just stabbed is still moving.
(This is necromancy. Jazeera the Demon is also Necromancy)
Cayenne recalls a careless five years ago.
That day, five years ago, when I lost my clad, I found out that the raid by that demon was the modus operandi of Jazeera the Demon, because I smelled rot from the fighting beast.
Cayenne anticipates. I don't have this health as it is.
The other side has an advantage in numbers. I'm sure we're going to push it out in numbers by the end. No matter how many less lethal demons, such as child spiders, nails are sharp and weigh in there so they can be killed if you're fighting. That's what countless people are in, so it's only when they run out of health that Cayenne and the rest of the crusaders lose.
So, poverty?
No. Cayenne sees a win. All you have to do is kill a demon.
That would change the war situation at once. The majority of us here now are moving on the orders of demons, so when he's taken over, it doesn't work. In other words, the advantages of numbers collapse all at once.
(Are you fighting my shoulders?)
Cayenne stepped in.
Catch up with Jazeera the Demon with the dagger of a blow away. No, I can't catch up. The crossing Cayenne and Jazeera dagger battles disadvantage Cayenne in the sense that her body's target size is different.
Results Cayenne's wounds are deeper than Demon Jazeera's.
Cayenne felt like pounding her tongue.
"The Adventurer There," fu, Jazeera the Demon opened his mouth. "That was a name like Cayenne. I heard you survived a long time ago, but I didn't think you'd fight here."
"Remember, Demon Man"
Naturally, I remember my enemies who have lost their temper.
Cayenne couldn't help but kill herself when she raised her mouth corner around and laughed "because she's a pro".
Don't speak proud (professional) of the man who trampled people's pride and killed his friend Clad.
I wish I could kill people with hatred and anger. Definitely kill this man then.
The "Cayenne" demon opens his mouth horizontally. "Are you interested in a second battle?"
"What's the second battle?"
"What, fighting desert tigers.... You'd like Cayenne, too, wouldn't you? Fighting the beast."
Made me angry. It's not a good idea to be put in a desert tiger in this situation. If a tiger strikes a crusader exhausted with spiders at once, the Cayennes don't want to die.
The situation does not allow prediction. There are no more roads in Cayenne. We have to prepare ourselves for death and storm.
(No, that's what demon Jazeera is after. You're hurrying me into a melee and you're trying to kill me. If you kill me, you can concentrate on manipulating demons.)
Only that consciousness, painstakingly, pushes Cayenne's far-fetched behavior aside. I'm sure now demon Jazeera can't easily manipulate a desert tiger. Demon Jazeera is expected to have difficulty concentrating because Cayenne is fighting in front of him.
I mean, this situation should be painful for the rest of us. Carefully, if we keep gradually hunting him down. Or.
But Jazeera opens her mouth like a fool.
"I guess it's natural. Your best friend is a beast. You must like to fight a beast."
"... Jazeera!
Cayenne stepped in again.
If you can, I want to kill you with this. But a corner of my head tells me to strive to leave. Results Cayenne regrets but repeats a blow away.
Demon Jazeera is only slightly hurt. Cayenne is more. Cayenne is twice as hurt as Jazeera the Demon.
Somebody give me a sword.
"What is that pathetic look? Your friend died pitifully too."
"Someone"
"What's up?"
"Somebody, give me the sword!
As long as you have a sword. As long as you have a friend and my sword.
Cayenne strongly hoped.
"What is a sword," said Jazeera, making a loud mouth. "I thought you were brilliant when you pierced the eye of a desert tiger, but you clapped it out"
At that time.
"It's a sword!
Two, Cayenne and Jazeera were surprised by the third-party voices.
It's Meena's voice.
There was a long sword slipping under my feet at the same time.
"It belongs to a slave! It's a sword, Cayenne!
I didn't have time to think about it.
"Let it!," he throws a dagger at Jazeera, who jumps in, trying to restrain him. Cayenne, who picked up the long sword at the same time, cut it up diagonally as she picked it up.
A blow.
Cayenne's sword slapped Jazeera in the stomach. I couldn't get Jazeera caught in the armor, but it must have given me blunt pain from my stomach.
"Gu."
To Jazeera, Cayenne stood up.
It felt innumerable. Various emotions ran up Cayenne's chest.
Is this a relief? Is this hatred? Is this a joy? Is this the dawn of battle?
(Readiness sword? The sword is for settlement, isn't it?)
What sword did my friend wave?
Now I felt like I could overlap my sword.
"Gu, battle!
Jazeera, shouting in pain, came for her throat with a dagger.
That moment that pierces his throat slightly, Cayenne played it in the belly of her sword.
The distance is not so great, it's just right for all five years.
(Now)
Cayenne made her body and waved down her sword with all her strength.
A diagonal flash. He ran his sword through the cuts and finally tore Jazeera's veil from shoulder to chest heart.
Oh, you tore it apart.
"But ha," she leaked, and Jazeera broke her knee and fell into it.
Cayenne looked at the situation without looking away.
(... right, ripped apart)
Ripped apart, everything.
I think I'll swallow it.
Cayenne became aware of a wound to her throat.
(Apparently, I did, too, Clad)
"Cayenne!" exclaimed Meena, feeling far away.