Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

The battle with Draughtrow broke out here.

The disadvantage was on the human side.

The snow will take your feet, and you won't be able to be alert to avalanches and use powerful attacks. If you get this fierce assault of resentment demons, I'm just not sorry. Melee combat forced in such bad conditions.

In each method of warfare, the four confronted their enemies.

Those who were looking at the condition through the window of the carriage later said they spoke with their mouths together.

"It was as if the butterfly was inviting me to" various "things," he said.

Stick "Mace". Or a black storm. Julie Micheus pampered Draughtrow's often likened arm.

"Yo, ho, hiccup,"

Long arms of a grudging demon to be wielded. A woman who flips herself not to be caught.

Avoidance was all done in a single area of paper. The next moment its luxurious flesh may turn into a miserable blood clot, an overly dangerous outline.

But there is always no indication that that time will come.

Julie is dancing on the wind created by Draughtrow clawing her arms. Therefore, it will never hit. It was a sight that even seemed so.

"Here, monkey, over here."

Julie climbs up the snow slope one by one as she scratches Draughtrow's hand. Light footsteps, to tempt.

She swirled the wind at her feet and went up the hill without being buried in the snow. The monster on the other hand persists and brutally drives her away as she swirls her arms.

Julie is alert to avalanches and unable to attack them with absurd technique. Drawthrow can be easily fastened, such as her, if her arm hits her directly.

Such a schematic situation, the settlement was too abrupt.

"You don't have to chase me so desperately because I'm attractive."

Julie, who only ever cut up the incline, laughs lusciously with her blonde hair up her shoulder.

"But I have a mind called Sabel."

A brutal demon blow turned directly beside him. This is still a piece of paper, still with pleasure and avoidance.

"I'm sorry. Hey."

Don, and shock.

Both hands of rejection protruded by the woman.

Oracle, a relatively simple wind god chant, activated there. The effect is an instantaneous breeze.

Little by little, that height that had only been reached. Pushed from the edge of the hill, Drauthor danced through the universe in the orbit of a grand parabola.

The slope overlooking the street, the free fall from its top. Make it tall, it must have been about the third floor of a little castle.

Drawthrow's flesh was slammed into a snowless hard street along with a bursting wet sound.

Still to be feared is the stubbornness of the resentment demon?

Drauthor, who crashed into the surface, shuddered himself to get up somehow...

Bong, and burst.

Something invisible that fell directly from the top. The wind is forced to press against the earth by a condensed blow, turning it into a red and black stain and immobilized.

"Yikes."

Julie's figure, fluttering down beside him, made me think of a butterfly that could rest its wings.

The men, who saw the whole end of it from the carriage, said they had engraved it into their hearts uniformly.

"You mustn't howl after a beautiful woman's ass," he said.

"Oi, you little black monkey..."

Step by step, Sabel Alhano steps on the land of snow. - No, going on the wet dirt ground.

Draughtrow also seemed to have seen and guessed the man approaching. Stop throwing stones and an extra look similar to a grin disappears from that face.

Evaporation. The thin enthusiasm wrapped around Sabel had caused the snow at his feet to twitch and disappear, making him stand up white.

A flame, its attribute. its properties.

"You're not imitating a stone thrower, kid. So, why don't you call me from the front?

No matter, there's no way the Grievance Demon solved the word. Simply, Sabel's in time.

Drauthrow, along with a low roar, bent his small body into a forward leaning position. Preliminary motion to jump on prey, obvious to anyone who sees it.

"Heh, that has to be it! Come on!"

As Sabel sat satisfied, Drauthor leaped as he kicked the earth and shelled.

"Olah!"

Young man intercepting. Blasting flames that signal a growl, its colour is purple.

He confronted the monster's violence head-on rather than making a move. Take the long arm of the draughtrow swung down from the top with the purple flame wrapped left arm.

Dull sound and impact. The shaft feet sink into the soaked ground. Using the technique as a shield, but also this power.

Sabel, who endured all his teeth, forcefully hoisted the edge of his mouth.

"Heck, this monster power on your little one's ass......! I can't stop...!

I don't like fighting resentment demons all the time. Sabel always thinks so.

Shooting each other at a distance is bad in the first place. Therefore, the melee battle with fist feet wrapped around the flames will dominate.

but if you're a chanter Mage opponent, you still have too bad minutes in terms of strength, speed, and stubbornness - you have to get close to a grudging demon opponent who greatly outweighs humans in everything.

Not good. Disadvantaged. It doesn't engage.

But still, I don't consider it cheaply "unbeatable". It was Sabel Alhano who burned more.

"Uoh-oh!"

Fight back until you are foolish.

Now I wave my fists wide just because it's my turn,

"Eat your teeth, eh? Eh!

A fist punch to the right strikes directly into Drautlaw's face, arguing in a lateral orbit. An explosion winds up a beat late, covering up and hiding both of them.

Smoke cleared or no, and the body of the powerless loser leaned toward the earth.

In other words, there is a draughtlow feared to be robust. Blow black smoke out of your ears and mouth and fall down slowly.

"Shh! A Little Rise!"

The look on Sabel's face, who grins powerfully with Ni, was also like an arm-white kid happy to have won a fight.

Melee combat by fist feet only.

The battle form of Arichi protection is close to that of Sabel.

The clear difference is, after all, that we cannot deal with the Divine Chant "Oracle". This point would be an unrivalled element isolated from all other warriors.

And quickly, that characteristic produced a different development from Sabel's battle.

"All right, I'll do it."

It was a drifting protection that stepped onto the slopes of snow to approach the draught lows waiting on the slopes.

"And!?

Suddenly, my left leg buried in my pants.

"Hey......!

That, too, is deeper than I thought.

Bad luck, I guess it also happened to be where the scaffolding was loose. Unlike Sabel, of course, you can't melt snow and move on with the enthusiasm that wraps you up.

And I'm not the grudge demon who misses this opportunity.

There was also a downhill terroir, and Drauthor almost rushed to the drift shelter with a rolling momentum.

"Whoa."

Flying resentment demons, immobile people. If it were meant to be, the certainty of death that can no longer be overturned.

But.

The human was a current shield.

"... Oh, no!"

Rather, he took advantage of the fact that the left, which became the axial foot, had fitted in, and the karate user stomped forcefully on the spot.

"Shh!"

And his right fist flashed.

A simple, frontal collision of forces and forces without a back surface.

There was no room for madness there, and the stronger, naturally, were to prevail.

An accidental crushing noise in the valley makes a wooden spirit.

Drawthrow, penetrating all over his body, spinning longitudinally in the face of a counter to the point of awesomeness. Clash from face to snow earth, bury. The monster, beaten with the same impetus as the carriage, never wandered around.

"Whoo."

Confirm the silence of the enemy, and the fluid shield takes a residual action.

A special blow. It was an instant settlement.

- For the record.

The merchants, who saw this sight from the carriage, said they had spoken enthusiastically to their companions, who later rendezvoused at the booze seat, to make them listen.

"A boy sank a draught with one fist without even using the Divine Chant" Oracle "!".

And without exception, he said, "Are you drunk already?" She laughed.

Slowly, step by step. The Bellette Fizz Gertillude packs a distance from the enemy.

While ascertaining the snow scaffolding and paying attention to every action of the resentful demon.

Looks like he threw out all the stones he had, and Drauthrow just stares at the approaching Belgrette.

But if you look closely, there are still many affordable stones rolling around. I'm surprised, maybe I'm watching. Situations where a fragile human flair is about to turn on itself by itself.

Quiet and discreet rise.

Now, the staggering was right after.

You decided you were in time, or Drautlaw jumped.

The skies glide with unimaginable lightness and strength from the short body, landing in front of Belgrette's eyes.

――

Black remnants, in the eyes of a girl knight. Remnants of the past. I was once attacked by the same attack and unnecessarily blew myself away -.

"Huh!

A voice as if to shake off such an abominable past.

She took the long arm of a resentful demon looming from the side with the thick current she expressed.

Secret art, Aquastorm.

I set it up for snow removal, and I unleashed it here.

I was in the mood to slap the surgery on Drawthrow like this, but I can't do that. As Sabel pointed out earlier, it could induce an avalanche.

"Phew...!

Flip, condense and deform huge runs. It became a giant shield against the wall, covering the left half of the body in a round manner.

And flash a long black sword that you could carry in your right hand.

Orbit from diagonal top right. The sword, as it once was, is lightly suppressed by the palm of Draughtrow's palm -

"Ha-ha-ha!

Never. A shaken black blade ripped the monster's chest shallow.

It's polished. All speed, skill, and readiness compared to your former self.

A faintly scattered red and black splash. The rage of a raging resentment demon.

(It was shallow...! But!)

Girl knight who doesn't miss a chance to chase. That powerful step was also as if to take the past self.

- But.

"Huh!?

Bergrette, fleshy to the frightened Draughtrow, looked to surprise there.

Because a series of long-armed assaults flew as they refused to approach.

"Come on!"

Even if you get more aggressive with the shielded Aquastorm, that's where you're held back from moving forward. A rough mess left to tough power, not ashamed of its alias with the black storm.

"Damn,......!

I guess I got upside down from being wounded.

A streak, streak, streak that is rolled out with a big monkey stinging roar. A black fist that can be tapped from the top of a condensed water stream without a problem. Its murderous arms occasionally pass through the gaps in the aquastrom, blushing the cheeks of Belgrette shallow.

If you try to be a luxurious girl knight, all the monster attacks are a deadly dozen. A cliff that ends at the time you get it.

Hands full on defense and forced to retreat.

"... Gu,..."

I find myself at a disadvantage, and whether or not I am responding is also felt.

The grudge of the devil, the horror of Draughtrow. own mediocrity. And the strength of the Arima Current Protection that will end such a monster without difficulty.

……

How would he remove his predicament?

I can't even afford to be aware of the guerrillas in battle on the other side, but he said one day...

Remembering its contents, he gaunts the right arm of a loudly swung down draughtrow. Recirculate with shielded water and tilt the opponent's body.

――

disfigured. Insert a blade of horizontal giraffe there - faster.

"Or, ha!?

Near the left temple, there was burning pain.

I see a black remnant that passes nearby, and something zoggy runs on Belgrette's spine.

Shortly after he clapped his right arm, the left of the return flew in. If you had taken one more step deeper, you must have had your head crushed.

The speed of the beast that lives in the wild.

……

Don't be frightened. Don't be in a hurry. Look at them.

Like a spell, a girl knight tells herself.

"As you can see from me, it's one chick or the other. They say it's a power gorilla over here... but I'm telling you, Mr. Claire... over there, he was the type to hit one shot and leave. '

The strength of a boy named Arishi Current Protection, his secret.

He himself says that his eyes really turn to his off-digit physical abilities, but that stuff is second to none.

'So when I first got here... especially when it was a duel with Edvin, I did so naturally -'

See.

Observe and analyze the target closely. Know your enemy.

That's the key first thing, he said.

――――

Watch out for a monster named Drauthor.

Unusually long arms. On the other hand, the legs are extremely short and will not be used by attackers. Face shaping is flat and the fangs are less developed, so no biting is done either.

Yes. It is understandable that the only thing to be wary of is the stick "Mace" smudged arm.

But that's powerful, and fast.

If you hit him from the front properly, he won't win.

"I often struggled with guys who were bigger than me or more powerful. Masan, I'm the one who's standing in the end!

Ha ha, to laughing drift protection, asked.

How were you beating someone like that? and.

Then he laughed more and said...

So what drew Belgrette's thought back was the roar to awesomeness.

Having simmered his business to the fact that his opponent could hardly fall, Drauthrow waved his arms wide at the moment.

Immediately after,

"Gu, uhh!

Belgrette's body floated.

Heavy blows with fists all over the body, which I can only describe as force. A tremendous destructive force, even transmitted over an aqua storm condensed on a shield.

Drauthor slaps his shiatsu arm as he twists from body to body.

One shot. Swirl every body, another shot.

The effort was reduced, but he switched to a method of warfare that increased the power of a single blow.

……

And - this was the opportunity for Belgrette to visit.

Back off.

To fill that portion, Drauthrow moved forward with his fist swinging.

The preliminary motion, so large as to look up to the sky, finally became a sufficient gap for the girl knight to enter.

"- Shh...!

The practice of the means offered by Arima Current Protection. Nature, its breath sounds similar.

In a few moments, a heavy blow will fly in between.

Don't cower, one step.

Step in, flash.

Shortly afterwards, Drawthrow's fist is swept through by accumulation.

Both sides, the trajectory is black. Swords and fists cross, drawing crosses.

"I can sink a more qualified opponent than myself... maybe, a one-shot reverse trump card. That's the counter.

A roaring grudge demon's fist ripped slightly over the girl knight's cheek.

Her flashing black blade cracked the face of the monster.

It collapses.

In my skill, I was strictly forbidden to fight one-on-one, a terrible resentment. There was once no hand or foot, a black slayer.

Drauthor, who made a wet noise and fell, overflowed with blood tides from his dwarf, dyeing the snow of the earth red and black.

"... Ha, ha, ha...!

Wave your sword and pay for the blood paste.

Sweat seeping into your forehead and blood passing through your cheeks. Rough bouncing breath. with all of them,

"... won, won..."

own raw. I realized the victory.

Now, if you look back at the sound of treading snow,

"... Ah, Lugo..."

"Hey."

A boy who didn't bear one wound, of course, was about to come up the slope. For some reason, only one side of the ankle is strangely muddy.

"Nice counter. You did it."

against him coming up with a thumb,

"... yeah"

The girl knight nodded small and answered clearly.