Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Mildred takes one big, deep breath. He seemed more wary than nervous because his opponent braced his stomach that he was superficial.

- I'm coming.

"Come."

Mildred was kicking his fighting temper and wrapping it around his legs, packing his time all at once. The blow of the Great Sword, waved down by fierce momentum, is taken, however, by the Great Sword of Lazaro. That you dared to take the first knife directly from the front?

Lazaro steps in and pushes every twig in, making sure Mildred eats the hit and bounces off. Mildred stopped quickly and took the impending blow of the torso giraffe with his own sword. Heavy impact, mildred eyebrow root pulls over.

The great sword of Lazaro is engaged in a struggle, but it manipulates the nature of the struggle to change its nature to a blow. It attenuates the ability to kill, but for that matter the impact is accompanied by such a weight that it can push through, and if it hits properly, it will still be inevitable to sustain major injuries.

But I don't see any reluctance in Lazaro's movements. Do you consider it disrespectful to take your hands off, or do you mean after checking Mildred's skill in the first blow?

The Great Sword and the Great Sword flash visibly, striking a heavy metal sound between the two. The moment you think you were bounced by the impact of the clash, you are cut back and slashed again.

Lazaro stepped in in response to Mildred's blow, hitting him like a squirt. Mildred does not defy the stream. He avoids it as he twists his body, launching a slaughter that will follow him from the rear of Lazaro with the momentum as it is.

That - Lazaro was taking it with a great sword that he turned on his back side without even seeing it. If you wave your sword as you change your body, the slash of struggle flies for mildred.

Mildred cuts off and intercepts with a struggling blade, straight into each other.

Two blades go wild. Strike down the cutting edges of your swords as you reposition each other to dance, step in and start. Every time, metal sounds and sparks scatter.

Attacks and defenses are ridiculous speeds that I don't think are wielding a great deal of weapons.

But that's not because you're as powerful as Grace. Because it engages in struggle in all parts of the body at key points and reinforces momentary strength.

Punch in and step in. foot carriage and movement of the center of gravity. Sword moves and body technique. As a result of harnessing their essence, superhuman movements are possible.

Lazaro moves so that the water flows. A slippery gait that does not raise or lower the body at all. Mildred's sightings and interceptions are delayed for a moment.

"Gu."

I couldn't get enough of the lazaro that hit me physically like I was shielding a great sword, and Mildred glanced at me. Lazaro pushing in as it is. But it was also for a moment that Mildred became unfavourable. His whole body brilliant with struggle, pushing back to his power the Lazaro he received.

For a moment, Lazaro's body floated. Mildred instantly concentrates her physical struggle.

"Ha ha!

If you pierce the ground with the temper of tearing, and shake your body up as you are - the shock wave crushed the ground and wound it up as you crushed the floor stone.

Martial arts, ground fissure waves. It's a move to punch a sword into the ground, spraying up struggling dirt sand and letting it bathe like a shotgun. The floating Lazaro has no way of avoiding it, it should have.

Lazaro intercepted it in the air. Concentrate your fight on your right palm. Shoot down the shockwave of stone shots and struggle to make it erupt extensively and smash it with flat hands.

Recirculate the Mildred sword that jumped in without putting it between them. Hit the palm bottom with your body swimming Mildred's flank. Mildred also received it with a struggling palm at the right place.

Bounced, away. Flashing swords and swords like dancing scatter sparks. Fly each other. Cut your bodies together with them floating in space. Landing and crossing. Flip and clash. It doesn't stop for a moment, it doesn't stare. Reward slaughter like dancing.

The moment opens. Lazaro pulls his sword wide back and sticks his long torso into his body.

That preliminary motion - a move that I've been carrying out slashing like a sweep up while tearing the ground apart.

Does Mildred know the moves, he shows his heels floating to deal with slaughter from any direction.

But Lazaro's rolling moves were not slaughter. Accelerate and step in with a kick foot that wraps up the struggle inside between the great swords. There was a thrust that concentrated the struggle on the pattern head from close range to the dovetail as it was. A move that would take the same late prefix backwards - or should I say a rush?

Mildred's body is flown wide back. I didn't get blown up, I flew myself back to get hit.

Mildred was going around like a windmill in the air, flying precisely the slaughter of a struggle in the face of Lazaro. It's a blow that would inhibit Lazaro's orbit as he tried to step in for pursuit.

But Lazaro flies sideways for a moment, kicking and smashing the floor stone into it. Though Mildred took the blow away in the air, it was still shaken off. Fly wide back and clash against the wall. But a moment of clash. Concentrate your fighting on your back to minimize damage.

Still, it must have been quite a shock, but I immediately kicked the wall and headed for Lazaro.

A laugh in its mouth. Is that a joy or an emotion for Lazaro's skill? They slap each other, and when they hit each other, they snap away, scratch the slaughter that plunders right next to their bodies, and when they are bounced, they penetrate.

Mildred, who wraps his fighting spirit around his whole body, also leaves Lazaro with a full opening that doesn't think ahead. Mildred et al. Power moves, maybe.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

At that moment when the intermission opens, Mildred flies the slaughter in a hanging orbit. A huge wave of struggle that becomes like a whip pushes it away from the diagonal. Mildred's sword tip was jumping up to step further and return to the exact same orbit that he shook off.

waves of struggle that come down with time differences as they become, and swords that jump sharply from the diagonal down. Two pinching slaughters attempt to intersect in one point: Lazaro.

That - Lazaro ran straight into it and intercepted it. Brilliant all over the body is the struggle of the water mirror. Take Mildred's sword with a great sword and focus the water mirror fight on your left arm to slap your back fist against the wave of struggle. Two ruinous metal sounds overlap that you can play. Step in to let your torso slide, and hit Mildred with the momentum as it is.

"Damn!"

Mildred's body flew big. Now I didn't fly away from myself, I was definitely blown away by Lazaro. I just rolled down the floor and raised my body to be bounced...

- I'm here.

Mildred said, exhaling roughly. Lazaro's sword - in front of that neck of Mildred, stopped to touch or not to touch.

"It was a meaningful time. I elevated my sword as a genre, and I was shown that drill."

That's what Lazaro puts his sword away. Mildred also gets up as he breathes.

Was Mildred's move based on Lazaro's move? The same goes for ground fissure waves, and moves like the last swallow return... there is something resembling Lazaro's moves to bend the sword's orbit at sharp angles.

"But it didn't go through. Fine technology, even rushing up, only to deplore the lack of training."

"I don't know about that. The last blow surprised me. Whether it was taken unless it was a water mirror. At that time... I don't know how the battle was rolling."

Lazaro raises his left hand. The hand was shaking slightly, as if to corroborate the words. What if it's not a water mirror?

Or if I hadn't been pushed a little more to blow up Mildred, the war would have put Lazaro at a disadvantage... maybe.

Does it not mean that the result is that the armament has gone up to Lazaro, but that Mildred's sword will not arrive at all, nor will it pass?

Mildred opened his eyes and then offered Lazaro a salute. Lazaro turns himself over and comes this way when he gives his chivalry payback.

Mildred dropped off that back and looked at his palm and then held his fist, he was nodding small.

Goal to aim for… a signpost. Has Mildred found it? Neither joy nor remorse could be seen from that look, but I felt something like a blown out clearness floating around.