When I crept through the door and entered the next room, the door closed without sound.
There is another door away, and it is also tightly closed.
And there were tons of monsters.
Now there's about a bath towel I spread out, it was a giant butterfly.
The colour of the wings is red, something of extreme colour is constantly spilling from the wings.
Scale powder...? The word came up in the back of my brain, but I'm not sure of one right now because of the color.
"First, as usual"
Usually he switches to a gun and usually shoots a bullet.
If you concentrate, you can maintain an unlimited hit rate of close to 100% in the peripheral dungeon. The arm of a forged gun - though.
Shortly before the bullet hit, the butterfly orbited and the bullet came off.
Further fire.
Spread the target slightly, covering even normal, avoided tips.
That's how I fired it in a row.
The monster flew in an irregular orbit characteristic of the butterflies with the hiccups, sending all the bullets away.
"It's expensive, avoidance rate."
Put the gun away, kick the ground and flesh thin on one of the butterflies.
Grab a fist and release a punch - but.
Pushed by fist wind pressure, it comes off.
"More like tampon cotton wool than butterflies."
Even if I try to grab it, it's too light and it just blows away the air flow when it moves.
Butterflies winged and scaly powder flew in.
I rush to kick the ground, fly back and avoid it.
The scaly movement came at me completely, which means it's some kind of attack.
The market has decided that the attack of this hand is ineffective when eaten, I took a great distance so as not to touch it at all.
Fortunately, the butterflies were butterflies.
It's a non-orbital move, and it's not coming all at once.
Still, the butterflies in the room were coming this way simultaneously, slow, but in large crowds, so the twitchy heavy pressure pressured me.
"If it doesn't work - it's a trailing bullet."
Put the trailing bullet back in with the hand you're used to, and shoot.
The butterflies flashed away the tracking bullet that drew the homing orbit and flew away at the last minute!
"You avoid that too! Ah."
I went in, but it wasn't over.
The avoided tracking bullet swirls all the way and flies again towards the butterflies.
I avoided it further butterflies, the tracking bullet goes all the way around and towards me again.
Avoid swirling - every time I did so, the circle (,) became tiny.
Guru followed the chase of bullets and butterflies, and eventually the narrowed circle caught up with the butterflies and shot them out, as if they had reached the center.
"Don't do it"
Both, I thought.
So are the trailing bullets we followed until we hit them, and the butterflies we kept avoiding until we stopped avoiding them.
Pull out a two-button pistol and fire a trailing bullet in a row.
All the butterflies started going around with the trailing bullets.
Seeing the sight, I remembered the nostalgia for some reason.
What? This nostalgia.
"... oh, it's time to play solo with the paintings during the holidays"
My memories connected all at once, and I laughed.
When I was in elementary school, I remembered that there was nothing to play with in the classroom, especially on rainy days, and I pulled out one or two paintings to put up the postings and turned them around like solo music.
I liked to play with multiple pictures spinning on my desk at the same time, grooving my desk, holes drilled with flirtatious (usually filled with a cusp of eraser).
I remembered that time and looked at the butterflies and the rotation of the trailing bullet.
I missed it and even though I was on a dungeon offense, it was fun.
After a while, the bullets caught up with the butterflies one after the other, shooting them out.
When all the butterflies were shot through, another ticket was dropped and the entrance and exit doors opened simultaneously.
Come on, what's next?