"Ahhh!
Girista's eyes are shining. You're definitely in an even higher state than when you were slashed by me. If you get close enough, you're caught up in it and you're going to die crisp, you see. My prey is rolling before the battle madness. Then you won't listen to me when I tell you to calm down. It would be nice to rush to near the village under the direction of Ekdoyk, but it's not just a special attack to pinch these few opponents or anything!?
He's not blunt enough to ignore the enemy's approach. Girista just jumped in... and I wonder if she'll make it home alive, me. Nah, I thought an oak sword was coming at my neck on the arrow tip.
"Eww!?
Even if it looks intermediate, but the contents are advanced, if you hit it directly, it would be instant death. Most importantly, I can see that the intermediate people are dying and hello, and the advanced people are easily understood and tired. If you're not alarmed, you won't hit it first, but your instincts will also teach you the unintentional strikes that are characteristic of random warfare.
It's just that these guys, with a half-baked blow, are inexorably avoiding the steeple, so if it's hard to put a stop to it, it's not. Unlike Girista, who slashes without question, my way of fighting needs to punch through the opponent's steeple. I don't know if I can just tailor one thanks to you. Tough.
"But I... can totally afford it compared to beating each other up with Ekdoyk... come on!
If you aim for a steeple, you'll prevent it reflexively, then I'll use its rigidity to crush your legs. Hit him hard in the face at the same time as his knee collapses. Damn, I missed my neck and subtly avoided a direct hit!? Plus the enemy strikes back as it is.
"Oops!"
"Fucking hell! Just fuck off!
Every blow instinctively responds, so you can always avoid counterattacks in a way that's close to prepending. And toddle with your empty, stiff opponent as it is. Thanks to the original imminent death, it would have managed to sink a magic boost blow. This is how I would do it if I were an intermediate opponent. Pass to Girista softly when the superior arrives, because he can blow his opponent even if he hits a weapon from the front.
"Ugh, we're gonna go hunting crispy miscellaneous fish oak like this!
"Well, I'd love to have a human touch."
Suddenly I hear voices on the battlefield, and at the same time my instincts kick up my ass asking me to dodge them louder than ever before. Jump forward without thinking, a spin. I hissed at the feel of wind pressure plundering my back. When I looked right back, there was a lonely oak looking down at me. The same is true of the decadence, but the weapons equipped are of much different quality than other miscellaneous fish. Same gauntlet as Wolfe, you're the type of guy who gets hit with his bare hands. Obviously this guy's unique class!?
You can't afford to ambush that human spirit from behind.
"You don't have to fight your grubby fish opponents with dignity? But you don't have any luck either. If you die in the current blow, you can easily pass away without having to experience the pain of being crushed all over your body."
Gangans and thick gauntlets. What are you doing, threatening me with a hateful smile? Well, what's wrong with that? This way, Girista... that, hey. Are you sure you want to go in there already? Yabe, yabe, that's fine. Can you escape to that position? I can't turn my back on a guy like this again and again!? Calm down, calm down first, me. Buy yourself some time in conversation as appropriate......
"... you're the head of this orc, aren't you? You look so ugly about the oak."
"My name is Mobebadshun. It's a rare name for a miscellaneous fish like you. I try to be tolerant of those who kill me."
"Heh, then I have to imitate and name it, too. It's a Hark Doc, remember, it doesn't hurt, does it?
"Gain or loss - depends on how much you can survive!
Mobebadshun jumps in at a rate not commensurate with that giant, and with that rigid arm he sweeps away where I was at once. Naturally, that's it, dodging. Dodging. Immediately before the attack is wielded, you will dive directly under the opponent and pound a blow into his jaw as a huge empty sound sounds over his head. All right, there's a blow to Kaishin. - Yay!? He chased me without paying attention to my blow.
"Ugh!? You're tough."
"Tough? Did you do something?
Whoa, I hit you all I wanted, didn't I? It's not working at all, no! They'll crush skeletons and stuff easier, so keep your chin crushed, too!
"Aren't you superior? Whatever it is, I'm gonna put a blow in it! Bear with it!
He jumps in from this side and waves a swirl stick at his abdomen. I don't even intend to avoid it. Stop the moment the attack hits and set up your back hand. If it's a blow that can blow the Lachra's boundaries, so is this boulder guy.
"- Huh!? Hmm!"
You felt a danger to the boulder, and you paid for this body with your arms. It doesn't sound like a blow with your hips in it, but it sounds amazing from the defense. Besides, my body floated easily. But well, Mobebadshun's expression has seeped some seriousness, too.
"Come on, you don't want to endure it?
"I see. Looks like there's a weapon on this battlefield that just shows up alone."
Mobebadshun takes a skilled fighter-like stance and comes stuck here with Jirijiri. Oh, I didn't just make you wary of this, I did. I asked you to be alert, and you slapped your wife in the hand, and that's it, and now you don't know if you're going to make an alert or a gap.
Just, well, just one happy miscalculation. I'm not quite into demonic habits. It's easy to read the movement when you have a shape.
"You got a unique class of demons on your back. Oh, I'm here, too."
"Let's go!
A fist protruding from a motion with little spare motion, but at the same time this spinning stick deeply chooses Mobebadshun's right eye. Is the eyeball brittle on the boulder, okay? But the opponent kicks out a scare-running kick without being frightened. Avoid going around to the right, while putting your back on the foot supporting your opponent's weight.
"Abgh!?
I've been slamming my kicked up leg hard as it is, so I duck. Don't you dare respond if your vision gets blocked and you don't mind being circled to the blind spot. I'd love to aim for the other eye, too, but this place takes a blow in the nose and leaves. Even if it's not broken enough, I'd like to think it's about as painful as it sounds... that's a thin expectation.
"How dare you...!
"Hey, we got lucky. If I get my hands on it properly, I'll have a Dompisha in my right eye."
"Soak it up. You've read through the current offense, this motion, and you've matched it exactly. You're missing my move, aren't you?
"- When it comes to basic abilities, human beings leave, aren't they? Sure is nasty. But the movement and skill are among the Quama adventurers, right?
This is Riod's bad face, Jestaff's brother's right-hand man. I've been through a lot of rough stuff. It's not so uncommon to meet a fighter in a liquor store. This guy's move is just a fighter style where he twists his opponent down with violence. It's my duck in simple compatibility. Even if this is the only blow he's ever had, he'll be in a liquor store on a boulder... Oh, there was a Girista. Either way, it must be easy to read if you're not using a handful.
"I see. As the Demon King said, do you mean that humans have the art of bridging the difference in power? Then I'll only open it so much that I can't fill the difference...! Wow!"
Suddenly instinct warnings jump at once. Shit, this is consciousness-- No, keep it! If you lose your mind here, it won't be long before the view you're looking at is the last sight!? I bite my back teeth off, and while I'm enduring this somehow, I throw the pills my brother gave me from my nose into my mouth and chew them up all at once.
"Ugh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?
It seems to be a pill made by frying these worms, but it's this flavor that deserves more attention than the effect! Seriously, it's bitter. If I mouth it in a primitive state, I'll throw up for sure! But, damn it! Thanks to you, I can stand the instinct kick!
The power of the Scarlet Demon King's 'struggle' that the brothers were talking about, honestly even the miscellaneous fish opponent's instinct warning sucked, but the magic emanating from this guy is the same as it was when he confronted the Demon King. I heard that unique classes can be empowered individually, but aren't they too much of a step off!? You're gobbling up to the looks of it!?
"Saah...... settled no time da!
Mobebadshun is launching an assault. Next time the speed is critical with your eyes, but - you can't react in time!? Even if you leave it to your instincts to warn you to fly into a cod position, an unlikely impact on your whole body will strike you with a plundered attack. It was the landing that didn't fail, but the bones all over my body stink. Originally even in a unique class, but one more step from there, no, two levels of upgrading is cunning!? No, no, not if you're being pessimistic, but calmly analyze them. The current series of movements, aside from the abnormal speed, is more monotonous than just now. That feels like a more beastly move. Perhaps the defensive side also feels like wild exploration is tearing you down. No, how did you do that? In a head-on battle, there is no chance of winning when challenging Ilias' sister.
"Then... I'll have to use this one..."
Point your gaze at your right arm. I need the help of this right arm that I gave away from my brother, the demon who is parasitic to it. Even though the technology of change is still subtle, there is no other means that I can use to flatter my hands. I can't afford to spare any more.
Extend your right arm to the side and change the devil in curtains. I barely feel the weight of the black cloth that fits his height and stretches to his feet. The moves I taught my brothers, when I heard them, were pocan, but when I used them to try and see them, they worked well enough for Wolfe too. The beast is just coming in right now, enough winning chances... is there?
"Donoyona moves, Niceyo, I'm no good at stopping Meralert Siuna!
Mobebadshun comes packing the time again. I can react more in time than I just did thanks to you poking around after the words. Let your instincts entrust you to your body and focus only on the movement of your right arm. Avoid his attack with a single piece of paper and put a black cloth on his face. It completely blocks my vision, and now I don't see the next attack. Put your hands on his stomach.
"Now - Huh!
"Lick Mernah!
Even if Mobebadshun can't see, he does feel my signs and chase. That's right. If the cloth is stretched out of my right arm, my position is roughly discernible. Take the distance and go back to the matchmaking form again. Shake the black cloth like a fling to provoke him. The planting was finished with the current offense. Next up is the battle, you bastard.
"Come on, call me! Next time, I'm gonna punch you all over the place!
"Ooh, ooh!"
Mobebadshun coming at you even faster and storming. I can dodge it with the same criticality as the previous offense and put a cloth on his face. And go around, put your hands on it.
"Waste Dah!
A fist that is sharper than earlier and then never responds is protruded to the front. It doesn't make sense to strengthen the magic of a half-man like me, and he's in a position where I would be precisely rigid enough to lead to death in one blow.
"- Nah!?
"No evil. The cloth is removable. I can't help it if I keep it on."
His blow ends empty. The second time I put it on, I was severing the black cloth from my right arm. To make you assume that the first exchange has the impression that there is a cloth on your right arm and that you are about to put a blow in that gap. By doing so, while the cloth is on my face, it's a fabric stone to make me recognize that I'm right around the corner. A blow with certainty of victory, and agitation when it ends in emptiness. I don't care how good your instincts are, but I need your body to move. Until then.
Swirl stick on Mobebadshun's back and activate his back hand. This is the first time I've ever been born to let a talking guy hit me straight. Hey, never mind. You did it out of your mind! Burst the magic that has compressed it to its limit only to the front, then bust the target with its impact.
"Gah...... ah!?
Raw and scorching odors make your nose uncomfortable, and uncomfortable liquids splash all over your body. It doesn't matter about the stubborn flesh, Mobebadshun's torso made a beautiful, pompous big hole from back to front. Mm-hmm. Me. Me.
"From the back, but as you and Chan declared, you got a blow all over you, didn't you? - Holy shit!?
"G...... a...... ooh ooh"
Mobebadshun has been attacking me, despite being blown around his belly. A critical evasion thanks to instinct for putting in a kick without saying yes or no. Thanks! Thanks!
"And now you're not going to die... finally a monster, hey!?
"Honored...... Honored...... Hark dock doo!
What do you want me to do, now for the first time only? Sometimes there are other repertoires, but honestly I haven't practiced so I'm bumping into the real thing!? Oh, no, I don't feel like I'm gonna succeed. Focus on dodging until he's done his best... no, you figured out which one of us would do his best first if he was attacked with that sword screen. What do we do, what do we do!?
"Haha! Big only!
"Gogg!?
All of a sudden, Mobebadshun's neck fell into the universe and went straight to Gotri and my feet. Wow, it still works... oh, it's dead. The body that lost its head collapses without power, and the figure of Girista appears behind it. Apparently, he was coming back this way when he stormed out to get busted.
"Oh? Most of them handled it unexpectedly, but no? Pity big fat ass, huh? What, Hark Doc was fighting?
"Ooh. Thanks in a way...... why?
Mobebadshun's anger had reached its peak. Well, that's out of the realm of third-party unintended consciousness in such a state, there's no alert or shit. I don't know, I don't think I beat Bimio. Well, no. Winning is not winning.
"Could this be a unique class?
"Oops. I almost finished. Well, I don't mind giving it to you."
"But it feels like the battle is almost settled." Your share is good, huh?
"Oh, come on"
I want merit if you want it. If Gillista says it's my handle, let's just say I take it honestly. Hey, I finally defeated a unique-class demon, too! The foil's stuck! I think I'll get some good news in my letter to my brother!
"Well - I'll be hunting other demons, eh?
"Oh, hey, wait. I'm not asking you not to fight, but you need to move on over there, okay? I'm not gonna be able to join the Ecdoics forever."
And soon I will die. I die surrounded by demons as I chase you. Run wild on your own, but keep about in the direction.
"Hey, that looks like more enemies over there, and no? Bye. I'm coming. Yo!
Gillista rushes out to a dense spot of enemies, lightly carrying a big, stupid sword. Should I be as aggressive in battle as I am? Hey, I don't have that one. I haven't had a nerve to slash my enemies with laughter since birth.
"And I can't bowl it in with a unique class that came off here. Hey, Girista! Run a little slower! I've had quite a few bodies in this fight just now!?