I Said Make My Abilities Average!

Mavis flew.

Rushed through the sky.

Then he pulled out his sword and stood with his hands, heading straight for Wyburn.

"True and Divine Speed Sword, the Tai Kai, the Sky Sword. Come!"

(Here we go again ahhh!)

Wyburn was a wolf.

I can't force that, either, because a human who shouldn't be able to fly has flown through the sky again and plunged straight into himself. Earlier fears resurrected in my brain.

However, the next individual is not the one who carried out the magic attack earlier. Because of their appearance, they will be the type of people who have ever challenged the battle to beat them with iron bars, not magic. That's no big deal. If we were careful not to even be attacked by wings, our bodies and tails would not be so hurt.

Then I'll strike you down from the front!

Wyburn intercepted Mavis directly in front of him in order to dispel the earlier unparalleled behavior.

Come to think of it, unlike a magic attack that doesn't matter if it's somewhat distant, an attack with a sword would have ended if Wyburn had avoided it a little. But Miles would have expected Wyburn to intercept him squarely.... maybe.

"So hey!

Mavis' aim, waving his sword with all his might from the front, is Wyburn's neck.

But Wyburn, who knows a hundred things about it, twisted his body and tried to devour a powerful tail blow... but Mavis's sword speed is faster than expected!

Wyburn twisted his body even more desperately, keeping his neck away from the impending sword. We have to hit the tail, quickly!

Zashu!

After a moment of staggering, the two bodies leave and turn away.

"" Gaaaaaaaa!! "

Wyburn was hurt in the tail of his pride by Mavis' blow, who gave up looking at his impending tail and aiming for his neck, in its pain and amazement.

And Mavis, look at the ground in the position where he started to fall.

Together, he screamed his throat just ripped open.

"Ah..., ah..."

Wyburn just keeps swirling, so after releasing the magic of soft landing due to rising airflow to Mavis, Mavis, with his hands and knees on his grass, was somewhat roaring as he went to see how Mavis descended a mile he had no more to do.

"Um, are you hurt somewhere?

Mavis replied weakly to the miles he asked worryingly so.

"Hey, it's nothing. Just... just give me a break..."

And after a while, Lena and Pauline showed up.

Lena seemed in a pretty bad mood, but after somehow staring at Mavis' lower body, she became even more grumpy and approached the mile.

Per.

"Ouch!

Suddenly, Lena smacked me in the head with a staff member, a screaming mile.

A treat!

"Ouch! It hurts! What are you doing, Mr. Lena?

Every single one!

"Ya, stop! Please don't do this. Whoa!

Every single one, every single one!

"Wow, I'm sorry! It was my fault, so please stop it no more!!

It doesn't really hurt because of the physical specs, but the look on Lena's face and Miles, who felt something like phantom pain that "feels painful" and realized Lena's seriousness of anger at that unhesitant attack that, if normal, seems to hurt quite a bit, hastily apologized.

"Miles, you, you know exactly why I'm angry?

"Of course!

Miles answered hastily.

"We should fire more accurately, at a faster rate, to make it inevitable to Wyburn..., there he is, there he is!

Every single one, every single one!

"" "Ha-ha-ha..." "

For some reason the exhausted Lena, Mavis, three Miles, and Pauline looked up over the sky and Wyburn's movements, which had fluttered until then, became solid and there were some signs of moving into action.

"WW2, is it a start..."

Miles of groaning, the three of them snorted.

Wyburn was upset by the unexpected depth of the wound he received, but his tail wasn't slashed off, and there's nothing in the way of that wound to the extent that it's far from fatal. Leaving it alone will heal in time.

However, physical wounds heal naturally, but wounded pride does not heal naturally. It was something to repair on its own. Yes, by defeating the enemy.

Previous enemies have never been until they took themselves seriously.

I only played with you, I just made fun of them, and I didn't do everything I could, let alone anything wild like using a trump card.

But now. Apparently, he was able to patronize the opponent who should have done everything in his power.

Wyburn was a little happy about that.

Come on, from now on, it's time to fight, not play.

Slow descent begins. And breathe in the air. It was the start of a serious attack on an opponent that I recognized as an 'enemy' rather than an object of prey or play.

"Direct attack?

"Got it!

Everyone Wyburn decided to carry out a direct attack with their sharp hook nails, tails, and teeth, especially Mavis, who stripped his teeth and laughed and put up his sword all with a great chance.

But when I saw the impending Wyburn open his mouth, the miles turned pale.

(... I've watched this picture before! In a recorded video of the cartoon that was in your father's study!

"Avoid!!

I held Pauline, who was next door, and watched her even fly miles, and Mavis and Lena moved in a hurry, right after.

Pan!

I learned the feeling of the air trembling, and I could play the ground where the miles stood until earlier.

Wyburn causing the body and turning to the ascent soon afterwards.

"Behold! A long-range attack?

"Brace? But I couldn't see!

"Kee, I didn't ask, I can't believe you're capable of that!

Mavis, Lena and Pauline each leak a startling voice, but Miles put his arms together and leaked the word as if convinced.

"Again..."

"And you know what, miles!

To Mavis, who asks, Miles shrugged, pompous.

"Stomach whistle technique......"

That way!!