I am sitting on a bench near Wu Stage. It's because it's close.
"That's what I was wondering, Mr. Curse. What's wrong with your magic? I'm not keeping you from being sensed, am I? I can't feel it at all.
Gene is also sitting next to him. You're close.
"I don't know either. How did this happen? Probably too much potion.
"Potion? How many bottles have you had?
"It was close to thirty, for sure. There's a lot going on. I'll talk to you later because the game starts.
"Become, oh..."
That's the next game.
I didn't know it would happen here...
"Wah! Thank you for waiting! We'll start Game Two of Game Three! The first one... Steed de Mayor turns out to be scary when he's pretty! What thirteen victims in the brawl of the modelroom! The players who lost but didn't just leave have scattered eyes. Ah!
And the second one! I'll do anything to win! Carls Martin showed me a brilliant mouthpiece earlier! Do you compensate for differences in physical abilities with equipment with an irregular mood!? This is a must see! It's a recreation of the final of the Kingdoms One Martial Party No Magic Division!
"And the wager rate is... eight to one. Expect to see how far Curse can eat down.
Shit, do you think there's that much difference? No, of course not.
"Mr. Curse, let's do everything we can!
"Give me a break..."
Steed is rarely equipped with leather armor for you. You look pretty good. Oh, is it hydrating by now?
But before Evil Fuge Trent's workout stick, it would be naked. If we hit it...
But what I can't solve is that I don't have a weapon. I didn't even give him a wooden knife on my hip. Are you gonna fight with your bare hands?
"So long! Let's start the second game! Both sides! '
"Begin!"
Steed, aren't you coming closer? [M] Undefensible. If you can!
Surface, not torso! You just have to hit it somewhere. You don't have to stop it with a single blow.
Empty. You just couldn't get that close. Besides, he's poking at me for the end of my swing! Quick! I can't cut back my workout stick in time! I see... I'm kicking with the momentum of swinging the stick! My boots hurt!
Steed, I targeted your flank. The spinning tokick was underdeveloped, and the other tibia was sucked into the flank, not the toe. Oh, shit!
Steed, your momentum hasn't waned. It's assembled. Damn, you're fucked!
"Steed is trying to hit Curse!" What's wrong with Steed, the knight's egg and swordsman?
I see. You're attacking Curse's gear from different directions, staring at him as if he can't break through with a wooden knife or something.
'The difference in equipment is still huge! Come on, what happens from here -!
Damn, that's why I'm not letting you take the mount! Steed, you are eagling my shoulder with both hands from the front. I'm grabbing his upper arm from the inside too. There is nothing I can do about the difference in reach.
"Buuuu!
Whoa! Steed, you spit something out of your mouth! What the hell is this? Pushed...... knocked down...... Ouch, hat took off and hit him in the back of the head......
Goddamn it, it hurts! You can beat me up all you want! I can't see! Ouch! If you don't fight back... you'll lose...
He manages to wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt while being beaten in the mount position. Damn, it hurts all over my face...... even if I guard, I can hit the back of my head on cobblestone with every guard...... too bad......
But if I'm you, Steed, don't aim at your face. I'll just end up aiming at your neck. Why aren't you after my neck, Steed...
Neck, yeah... just try it...
I was beaten but removed my collar and used it as a whip. Shake your right arm from the bottom and aim for your face, Steed. Naturally I was lightly defended and my right wrist grabbed.
Steed, you're free. Even with your right hand, you'll beat me up. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Steed, I can't help my right hand because of your grip...... the collar I was gripping fell out of my hand and I take it with my left hand. We can still fight...
Shake your left hand and slap the unbroken collar...... pretend. I'll stop for a moment trying to play defense, Steed. I wrapped my collar around your right wrist... then...
"Wow..."
Occasionally, Steed, your body sinks and you can't move. It's a reversal... I wrapped it up. Keep it tight so you can't take it off...
"Ohhhhh! What the hell is going on? Become a horse rider for Curse! Steed, who was beating me up, suddenly stopped moving and collapsed. Uh-huh!
'If it's caused by Curse wrapping the collar he was wearing around Steed... I see. Got it. That collar, but you're a captive slave collar. It is also specially made to control the guilty royalty.
"What the hell!? Are you saying that Curse players have been fighting wearing something like that before!? Ha! Surely even the Kingdoms One Martial Party!?
'That's right. I hear Curse won with that on. I've wrapped that around Steed right now. Was this a battle...'
My head flutters... my breathing is painful... my face hurts... damn, my face is bloody...
I can't even open my eyes anymore... Stand up...
It's my win if you stand up... that collar is such a substitute that even Kingsguard knights won't be able to move... Steed, even you won't be able to stand up...
So... if you get up... mine, or...