Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Increase and sharpen your magic with circulation while facing each other in the air.

He grinned deeper and deeper - raising a long howl. The call of a beast stretching high and high. Mixing there is joy and joy. It moved from either side, as if to signal the end of such a howl.

Combine the forces of Levitation with Nemea and Capella and step in at the maximum speed from the initial speed. Cross while leaving the brilliance of magic and struggle as residual light in the air. The struggling claws and the magical Uroboros collide and spark.

It doesn't play. A werewolf received it at an exquisite angle, and his body was flushed. Side rotation while accelerating without defying. A moment late, a claw blow aimed at the neck leaves a golden trajectory in the void.

Invert instantly, kick shield and reflex. Almost simultaneously I turned around. Seeing attacks on each other all the time.

Drawing sharp corner tracks and intersecting several times, he hits his cane and nails together, leaving a spark, and jumps around to sew a large corridor. It's a fast fight without killing speed. Interacting is a moment in a moment. Reward slaughter and blow.

Its claw teeth are not the only ones to be wary of. He shook his right arm so big that he left his consciousness scattered above him, and a struggling knee kick struck heaven from just below. Avoid it while turning around like a shell, and at the same time see the horizontal giraffe of Uroboros, which is received with an empty left arm.

Falsely, facing each other in a remote position. The werewolf, who stays to step in the air, showed the militants his setup, whether it meant that there was no need to hide more than an ambush had been avoided.

That's what I knew from the first-shot machete match... they have solid intelligence and melee skills. You have to be alert to blows and throws as well as slashing with your nails.

What I don't understand is - the principle of him staying hollow. If you're not expanding your shield like me, you're not flying like the demons. Look into the air like the ground and just run.

That's - I have a close impression of Durahan's horse running through the air. Or maybe he's close to the Spirit.

Step in. As before, he stopped and became a reward for his moves and moves.

Off his attack with a cane and a shield, and with a dragon cane all the way back and forth. He will also flush this strike trajectory with a body that has been strengthened by his struggle. Right arm and left foot. He sprinkles his consciousness on the diagonal line and keeps slashing and kicking it with his nails. My leg, which was supposed to have passed, drew a right-angle orbit and fell. A direct hit would be a heel drop powerful enough to smash your skull.

But cut the void. What he captured was a phantom by Mirage Body. I flank him and pound in Uroboros, but he came back with such a strong response that I didn't think of him as a body of meat.

Apparently, the guy's body hair, reinforced by his struggle, is also strong armor. When combined with speed and force, it becomes a murder weapon that cuts off meat just by plundering. I avoid it with a piece of skin, but he thinly slices my cheeks with his body hair. Much avoidance kills the power of counter-attacks. Disconnect it from what is necessary.

In this minute, Nemea and Capella are not quite able to launch an effective attack. I also want to avoid being damaged the other way by that body hair. Lions and goats position themselves as aids to aerial manoeuvres. Valor has also used a lot of magic from shooting two big men. Then we won't be able to pull back, until we get along like this.

The second phantom doesn't work. Olfactory or auditory? He kicks me in the back to exactly where I am. Fight back with a shock strike method while taking a kick at the shield. But when I let the bounced momentum rotate my body, I kept swinging my nails down from the top straight to the top. Fighting nails cannot be received with a half-breed shield, and when you retreat, you cannot fight back. Pull yourself to the bristle and pull yourself away with one piece of skin. A slaughter like the one that embodies the outrage creeps right next to your body. Did you plunder his hair like wire again? Slight pain runs.

But I got nostalgic. Robust on the outside. Inside, then...

Concentrate your magic on your palms and bind them in a spiral, striking a magic shock wave at the thin part of your hair. The look on the werewolf's face was slightly distorted and the giant was flown back large. Expand Magic Circle. It's an inescapable time.

"Solid Hammer!"

Flying werewolf hanging and slamming rock chunks in. Looking at it, the werewolf stopped on the spot, breathing heavily in.

My torso swells. Freedom of power from it. That's a growl. The roar clashed with the solid hammer by turning it into a shockwave with directivity. Offset. Rock hanging that crumbles into fine dust and sticking into each other.

Breathtaking distance. Super close. If you grab the middle of the dragon wand and strike from left to right, he'll also cope with short moments with elbow punches and knee kicks.

I wonder if the werewolf is on the verge of being a werewolf. He clung his jaw wide open so that he could swallow every head. The sound of fangs and fangs bumping into each other echoes right in the ear. No problem. I avoid it.

Palm bottom. But this time he expected it from the other side, and he's taking it with his fighting focused upper arm. Being knocked into the shock was woven and heavily armed and consequently blown behind each other.

The werewolf pulls his arm wide back just in return for his earlier intentions. The struggle swelled like never before, concentrating on the pulled right arm. Cradle. The exaltation runs with the poppy chills of the skin. I flew up big enough to match his movements.

"Oops!"

Ripped temper. A tearing nail blow from space to space. An enormous amount of fighting spirit becomes a quintessential massacre, roaring, and sweeping away where I was until earlier. The stone pillar behind him was cut into rings.

It's terribly destructive - but there's no point in an attack that didn't hit you. We go in like arrow bullets from the jumped position, not via each other's will.

Thunder wrapped around the dragon wand and cut it. If you tap it into an organism, it burns, and its thunderbolts, which are supposed to deprive you of your physical freedom, are also scattered through the hair covering your body surface. I don't mind fire balls or ice spears. Throughout the blast, the ice spear concentrates the fight and scatters it into pieces. It pushes endurance forward and breaks through with force moves.

If he tries to crush it with all his might, and if he receives it with a shield, he flushes his body without defying it, releasing a slash of struggle on his way away. Dodge while side rotating. The heavens and the earth change dramatically, flying left and right to be bounced and bumping into each other again and again. I've been through a few blows. I do a lot of magic. I know it's damaging, but if you ignore everything and hit it, you're just going to make countless moves when it cuts a thousand.

High dimensional moves and a struggling instinct that never retreats. And endurance through impotence. If...

Deploy multiple magic circles. Solid hammer and mirage body. The phantom flies in my opposite direction, but he's following me exactly. Release a rock from the front and step in to shield that rock.

The werewolf showed the arrangement of intercepting the flying rock with a growl again. Struggle on both arms. I guess I'm going to intercept my body with a struggle wrapped around my arms. The shock wave that was unleashed smashed the rock - trying to intercept me as I broke through the crushed rock - where a rock bullet that flew from the side hit his side of the head directly. Only the rocks the phantom side could carry are real (...).

Deploy multiple solid hammers for body and phantom side and. They let rocks cross the cross.

Trap because it can accurately see through the position of the body. The rock unleashed from the front, dared to crush it. Sound and smell. I'm sorry about both sides. The resulting attack from an unpredictable angle went through. He chose a rocky blow that was susceptible to impact inside even if he tried to take it by hair.

The werewolf rounds his eyes in amazement in a position that leaves him roaring. Before understanding the identity of the attack from side to side, he unleashed another magic by hanging it in that wide open mouth of the werewolf.

"Smash it!"

Fire, Soil Composite Class 7 Magic - Mine Explode.

An explosion rolled up in front of the werewolf. Combined magic with fire and earth. Generation of rock masses. And the explosion. A blast and fragments swallow his face, tearing it apart.

It collapses and falls. Zero blood from the edge of his eaten mouth, yet the werewolf still didn't stop fighting. The fighting spirit remains elevated in its eyes. He drops but releases a giant nail strike from his right arm.

Is that - the one that squeezed the last force? If you take a distance, or maybe the werewolf will do his best soon enough. But I won't let you fight back. I won't even let you suffer in vain. Exactly - I'll stab you through the stop.

I jump into it from my head. Slip through the gap between overlapping nail strikes in five and flesh thin on the werewolf. Concentrate your magic on the tip of the Uroboros horn, just one point.

"Pierce!

My voice coincides with the roar of Uroboros. Wear a werewolf's left chest with a uroboros to protrude the spear. Spiral shockwave. Thinly bound magic pierces the hearts of werewolves. Me, the werewolf and I get all alone and fall to the ground.

Leaves a residual light of blue magic, in a straight line so that lightning falls. He pierces the robust body surface without hesitation and pierces it to stop stitching it to the ground. A crack ran on the floor of the large corridor at the same time as the clash.

Leaving, turning one turn and descending a little further away. The heart pierced. Still getting up or not. The werewolf spit blood out of his mouth, but still, he stretched his nails toward me. But - the struggle fades.

Distort the edge of your mouth and the werewolf smiles. My eyes were closed, and my strength fell out of those arms that were stretched out - and I couldn't move much longer.