If you get eaten, don't die as a matter of course.
A strange thought whispered such a thing in the corner of my head.
Try to roll over the ground and painstakingly escape Raswiwok's rampage. But with a serpentine tail and terrible momentum, I was slammed in from the left, and my light body was blown away with great dismay.
"Gu, uhhh... uhh!
Roll all over the mud. My body bounces over the ground over and over again.
I make an unpleasant noise and my whole body squeaks. The shock stuck my breath, but I stood up as soon as I tried to pull it off.
Straighten your sword, put it in the front of your body, and wait for Raswiwok to fly away again.
I feel terrible, like my heart is dry and cracked.
Wiping the mud on his face with his left arm caused a stabbing pain. Speaking of which, you were slashed.
Full of creativity.... Now, how can I not have to die?
Raswiwok looks at me in a grumpy way shaking his tail. He won't regain his sanity when Diferias says he left the scene completely.
Complete brainwashing, I guess. Against demons and warcraft, make them ignore their habits and lose their memories until then... it's still a technology that can't be explained without even saying magic.
While I find wizards and other absurds, I do know that magic does exist in this world. Ice lizards (radosilkas) that froze the whole forest, and Raswiwok, who manipulated the wind to fly phosphorus moths. The definition of demons and warcraft is a paranormal capable organism called magic, which was not proven to contain no human beings.
"Raswiwok, go back to your sanity...... Huh!
Screaming doesn't make Raswiwok look like he cares anything about my voice. He roars low and fixes his eyes on me to see his prey.
Will I still have to kill him?
I can kill you, can I?
─ ─ The blade sucks, it could slip over the scale and get bounced.
If you're going for it, it's in your eyes or your open mouth.
The moment I think about killing, just like every other time, my head starts looking for a steep spot where I can kill my opponent with one blow.
Minutes are bad with swords. I want to replace it with a spear.
Against the giant Raswiwok, the narrowness of the intermission is an element that leads to death as it is.
The spear is rolling between Raswiwok and himself. Jump in and replace it,... in time?
The body is rapidly becoming heavily felt. I'm not sure I can avoid the next time I get jumped. If you want to take the spear, it's the only time.
Determine your intentions in one breath. I tried to fall in almost before, and I kicked the muddy ground. Raswiwok also rushes out so that he is caught in the motion.
The mud behind his shoe slipped and grabbed the spear pattern as he rolled halfway.
The moment I wake up my body, Raswiwok's mouth is already imminent in front of me.
I reflexively lay down the pattern of the spear and took hold of its sharp dentition.
Surprise yourself at your aggressive behavior. I casually lose the momentum of Raswiwok and flip it out of my head on the ground.
The twitching pressure seemed to hang on his strutting arm. Are you playing with this beast, waving at me?
"Ahhh!!
Mississippi and his shoulders scream and a bright red blood splash blows out of the lacerations running on his left arm. The beast sounded his throat in a good mood.
Screaming in agony, as well as vision seeps out. Russywok's eyes are blurry and invisible after losing his sanity.
Damn, why are you crying at a time like this...
I couldn't stop whimpering from leaking out one after the other against my will from behind my eaten teeth.
I wonder why we have to fight him over his life and death. He said he had grown it with this hand before he even opened his eyes. It was beside me at all times, killing this beautiful beast with this hand, etc.
─ ─ I can't. I can't. I don't want to do it even if I'm dead.
My arms tremble. The mud of the bamboo is washed away with water.
But where emotions cry, there's no way to keep a beast alive that's lost reason.
If it's the beast I raised, it's a misdemeanor.
Try to hang on a stiff bitten spear pattern for just a moment and kick up Russywok's defenseless exposed throat with all your might.
Surprising half of his consciousness with that curvy movement himself, he accidentally switches the spear vertically with a gap of raswiwok that gagged and screamed away from his body.
Now die. In this system, your body will crush you and I will die with you, but I will die with you.
... but the shock of breaking through meat at the end of the spear never came.
Suddenly I wonder if Raswiwok has raised the roar of splitting, completely jumping that giant off of me.
Duh, and I heard something fall on the mud. Something big, beautiful red and purple.
It was as if my heart had been gripped with an icy hand. Russywok with a voice that doesn't even speak, and my throat squeezes out the scream.
"─ You're safe!?
"............... Oscar,?
Caused by adult arms out of the mud. The serious voice was in a hurry and I breathed relief when I called his name.
"I thought I couldn't do it anymore... Oh, I'm sorry, I just left"
No, it was my orders to let him go, even temporarily, from my surroundings. I shook my head sideways loosely.
"Lassi, wok, what?
Shortness of breath makes my voice thin. My lungs swelled and I felt terrible pain.
"... I cut off my wings"
Wings.
The sound of Raswiwok scratching algae in the mud gradually becomes strong and bitter.
"Raswiwok...... Raswiwok!!
Could the shock of pain not solve the brainwashing? Such a pale - - screaming with a wish that is too pale.
But fulfilled, there was a response.
Buried in the roar of bitterness, yet weakly, Raswiwok lets it ring with one or more voices.
"... raswiwok,"
After all, that woman - as Daphelius proclaimed.
I think she was torn to pieces by Gujguju, as that woman said, by the fact that she had to kill Russywok with this hand, which I hope she didn't want to kill, by the time my mind was completely skinless.
But... me and Russywok are still alive. Full of creativity, cut off wings, still alive. The body, the spirit, they couldn't kill each other.
The mind is not paper or cloth. As long as we have hope, we can connect the rifts together in an instant.
Oscar wiped my tears all worn out.
caressing his cheeks reluctantly. That seemed to have replaced him with a warm, damp Laswiwok tongue.