She has a machete. Drop your hips and hold the tip of a machete with both hands. It seems like a difficult setup to fight, but I guess that's how she fights.

"You are strong. But I don't have time for you."

"Well, that's our line."

Waldo also fisted. A pair of hands covering his arms from the back of his left and right hand is his weapon. Black Phantom, a subpoena armed with peculiar powers that act on the ability to recognize surrounding organisms, and a subpoena armed that Waldo likes best. If you only want power, you can summon another summoning weapon. But it was his conclusion that pursuing destructive power was not just an armed subpoena. It was he who was fascinated by the plain handling of complex and elaborate surgical ceremonies. The Black Phantom is also used because the technique for summoning fits his taste.

Of course, it's highly capable. He is not strong among his summoning armies. Perfect for both attack and defense, inability to recognize is the ability to be removed from the target of an enemy attack and greatly helps in defense. Whether it's a brawl or one-on-one, its abilities are fully demonstrated.

(but it doesn't work for him)

This is not the first time that the inability to recognize by Black Phantom is broken. So he was surprised, and nothing dragged him. The first to break it was his master of armed summoning, followed by Quon-Kamiya. The teacher said he sensed Waldo's position from the movement of the air, probably, and so would Saila.

Quon is different.

He said he could see Waldo. I'm sure Quon is special, he decided. I just asked Quon and he doesn't get an answer. I could only tell him that I saw what I saw because I saw what I saw.

(Do I have to use that one?)

Watching the other person come out while you breathe. I don't mean to take the next step, etc., but the time is too open to set it up here. The offensive range, naturally, is wider for Sarah's machete than for Waldo's arm. And the woman continues to maintain a favorable time for herself. Whatever the war situation, she was the only one who wouldn't forget that.

The battle is long overdue. The situation around us changed dramatically, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the Gandhian army's advantage was firmly established.

The White Shield, led by Graham, also seems to have made the battle there in the midst of a riot. The White Shield had solidified itself into giving members casualties, but apparently, Graham was blown away by the death of several people in battle. He took the lead and stormed the enemy lines, inspiring the members.

The team was a team member, and they didn't want to lose Graham, the executive, and they moved to cover him. They meshed well, and enemy soldiers were swept away from Waldo's surroundings.

Of course, Mana works. Especially she was important. The most important thing in eliminating super soldiers is the work of the armed summoner. Unless you're an armed summoner capable of exercising super-human-stained power, it's hard to cross with super-humanized people.

I guess the number of supermen wasn't that high. Mana turned to the support of Graham and the White Shield members when he defeated the surrounding supermen. It's as if Waldo is being silenced, but he's actually right, so I can't help it.

The Grahams. Normally people anyway, it must be because they know Waldo's temper that Mana hasn't come into this fight. If they only take their prey, it is unforgivable for him to be interrupted in the fight against the mighty enemy. Regardless, I don't get angry about that, but I can't throw away the possibility of having it in my roots.

(It's a nasty sex, not at all)

Fighting a dubious opponent one-on-one, whether you can win or not, is more of a burning thing. Life burns. He can't wait to feel his life burning and burning up. Only when you fight that kind of opponent is the sleeping fighting instinct evoked within you. In essence, maybe you can call it a battle freak.

My whole body is foaming at the temper released from Saila's machete. I'm nervous. A moment of relaxation becomes fatal, and errors in judgment become deadly. A feeling you can't get in the fight against the miscellaneous fish. It was extremely rare to be able to remember this feeling against an enemy other than an armed summoner.

I can't say enough that the course of combat is reciprocal.

It's being pushed, so to speak.

Waldo's blows rarely reached Saila, and it was more often that Saila's slaughter captured Waldo. Of course, I avoid fatal injuries. but it was completely inevitable, with thinly sliced shoulders and flanks. There is pain, but it is not unbearable.

Exhale. The attitude is in order.

"Come on, you're a hero, aren't you? Unless you want to be a hero to me."

"Even if they don't say so"

The woman laughed bitterly. It was a cheap provocation. However, the adhesive state collapsed.

Saila lowered the tip of the machete. Fully open the spring on my ankle, and I'm going in. Awesome rush. Waldo is jumping to the right. The advance was engaged. Thoughts, slaughter runs. A flash of horizontal gills. Waldo tried to take it with his left arm, but his arm was cut off with each hand. As her arms dance to the universe, the woman moves on and kills to stunned Waldo. Poking the tip of the machete into Waldo's belly, he cuts it straight up. Waldo stabbed his fist through Saila's ragged back as he looked out for his body, which was splendidly mutilated by things. To the feel of crushing armor and piercing meat, he frowns at the root. It's never pleasant.

"Nah..."

"What, it's just that I was good."

As she pulled her arms out of the woman's body, her blood and body fluids splashed, her body collapsed to the ground, and Waldo faced her own phantom. The phantom, created with extreme precision, had not raised a single blood splash without being slashed in the arm or belly, and it was just a strange being.

The phantom, recognizing Waldo, made a grin and vanished.

I don't have a hobby.

Though crushed towards the Black Phantom, the red-stained hand showed no reaction whatsoever.

Waldo immediately succumbed to the spot as he turned his gaze under his eyes. battlefield. Not if you are supposed to be on one of your enemies, but as far as the situation goes, you can afford that much. Waldo, I left the line alone, and the Gandhian army's advantage will not be covered.

"Wow, I lost..."

Saila looked incredible. I have no blood and my expression is distorted by the pain. They pierced my stomach from my back. Severe pain, and even the word such, lukewarm pain would be attacking her. I don't even think I can overcome a fatal injury because I'm a meta-human.

Except if she's immortal, but that's unlikely. At least, the example of a supersoldier resurrected hasn't popped into Waldo's ear. If that had happened, it would have been notified to the entire army.

"That's right. You lost. Saila Belfara-Gallum"

"Ha... ha... oh my god. What a... thing"

The woman was laughing, spitting blood. Waldo doesn't know what it's like to be in a mood where you can have an awesome grin during death. It's too careless and too miserable to put a hero at the end of the line. Even though it is, Saila is laughing. He is about to stop grinning, spitting blood reflexes.

"You were strong."

Waldo was going to praise him honestly. His opponents, who forced him to fight as hard as Saila, were not remembered these days. Clearly shining in the depths of memory is the ghostly shape of a master who tried to sink Waldo into a sea of blood, but when it comes to powerful enemies, that's about it.

Quon is strong. But that's the strength of a different axis from what Waldo thinks. Of course, it's the first time we've been strong with all of our offense, and Quon is admittedly as strong as he has assigned all of his abilities to the defense. But it was only under the protection of the Shield of Messiah that Waldo could fist Quon, and he never really bumped into Quon. Therefore, we do not recognize him as strong. Regardless, it is immutable that Quon is his Lord.

"Excessive confidence that we've lost our abilities has only led to defeat."

He said, chilling.