Manuke FPS

Almost all the thieves who had raided the berth were exterminated. The only thing that stays is the man who was at the rearmost and watching how things were going.

"Mist of Darkness (Dark Mist)"

That was heard when Leif's neck was smashed with a wellrod ver.VMB and smashed to the ground, the master of the clan "Haku (Eng.)", the executing organization for this assassination of Master Lapitilika.

The resting place will once again be wrapped in dark fog, making it impossible to even take a view a few meters away.

"~ ~ ~ ~, ~ ~ ~, Dark Eyes (Dark Eye)"

I don't know what effect it would have followed, but I could hear it chanting magic that wasn't attack magic. From the magic name I eventually heard, it would be the conferring magic that foresees the night or this darkness.

I also change the Kevlar mask lens to FLIR (Infrared Thermography) mode to see where the last man left off.

He wasn't in position to stand until just before he was wrapped in black fog. Look around, but no moving noise, no moving light points on the map either. Did you just run away? At the moment I thought, I heard a slight sound of cutting air in the rear.

Unexpectedly slide jump forward to the cold signs running on your back and look back in the air. Again, he was silent and approaching behind me.

"You, you see it? It's been a long time since anyone avoided a back-attack from" Dark Fog ”and" Shadowlan. "

The man's voice is a young, crystal-clear, high-pitched voice, yet a voice with a terribly cold atmosphere.

"'Shadowlan'..."

Naturally I don't know that stuff, it sounds like a skill, but I get the idea that it would be a silent mobility technique. Melee combat is difficult in FLIR mode, because the contours of the body look a little blurry. Is that a short knife to hold backwards? I can see the cryogenic blue muscles at the end of my hand.

Its blue dagger rapidly changes color to red, increasing heat. From a distance completely unreachable, the thief man shook up a short knife glowing red as it burned.

The heat that was in the knife flies through the sword muscle!

"Come on!"

Avoid flying red slaughter by turning your body against it. Downsight Wellrod all the way back in position, trying to crosshair--

"No?!

Again, silent mobility, searching for a man who disappeared from my sight in 'Shadowlan'. but he was already diving into his nostalgia before he could find it.

"~, ~, ~, ~, Dark Flame (Dark Flame)"

At the same time as the voice heard from the right rear, a black flame was sprayed from his hand and I was wrapped in a black flame.

Slide jump to escape immediately and remove the burning overcoat. I was able to grip the fourth Smith & Wesson E&E Tomahawk with my left hand as I took it off, but Wellrod's magazine was in the interior pocket of the overcoat.

On a coat that strips away and burns, a slight source of heat looks like glowing particles. The magazine is extinguishing...... In other words, it was limited to eight rounds with ammunition still present.

"Isn't this valid, too, more than a rumor." Black-sided shaft. "

"Isn't it unfair that I'm the only one who knows my name?

"There's no way an assassin would name it."

"You're right."

It doesn't taste good to take your eyes off this guy, he's fast on moving silently. You can get fatal injuries if you turn around any further.

Throw a tomahawk at a moment of less verbal exchange. Downsight the wellrod at the same time and match the crosshair to the assassin.

Shooting with vegetables could be avoided. Shooting into the gaps in dealing with Tomahawk!

"~ ~, ~, ~, ~, Dark Hole (Dark Hole)"

I thought he'd play with a knife in his hand or turn his body around and dodge it, but his response was defensive magic.

A big hole with no heat appears in front of him, and the tomahawk is sucked in. Anti-Ranged Physical Attack Magic or dealing with bows and arrows was handled as well Tomahawk. Shooting like this will only suck you in together, or you will break the structure and switch to melee.

I have a special electromagnetic stick on my hips, but my left hand would rather be unarmed. I've hardly ever done a duplicity between a baton and a tonfer system, I don't know what movement there is in a CQC (Melee Fight) move. In this situation, such a volatile move could be directly linked to death.

Switch Wellrod backwards, along with a slide jump to the front, gain momentum and hit Wellrod two times from left to right. He retreats and avoids as he exposes his torso behind him.

The kick before the chase was taken in the belly of a short knife in his hand, but I guess it was more power than he assumed. I was able to hold out with a slightly eating voice, but with the momentum intact, I aim backwards at my chest with a wellrod.

A backhanded poke aimed at the center of the approaching body is also inevitable to the extent that it has slightly reversed the body. The center was removed, but the trigger is pulled at the same time as he captures his right shoulder and puts a backhand poke in it.

"Guh!"

The left-handed slap from the backhanded poke was avoided by flying backwards, but you can't do magic in that state! Turn the wellrod backwards to normal and crosshairs from the down site.

Target the edge of his landing, two shots in a row.

He could tell I was using some kind of long-range attack, or he overlaid the belly of a knife with bullet rays, but only one shot was prevented. The other shot landed near the right belly.

I can do it! I have to ask this guy about the client behind it. Determine you can capture him and aim for a Wellrod blow that flies a sense of closeness with a dash.

Seeing me swinging a lot, I felt his eyes peeled.

"Liberation (Liberes)!

The moment he unleashed that word, a big hole in the darkness opened up to look between me and him, and at the same time my right hand was slashed away.

"Guh!"

Falling into this world, the first clear wound was a slash that caused the right hand to be amputated, and it wasn't his short knife that made it. It's the tomahawk I threw and sucked into the pit of darkness.

His right hand, severed about between his elbow and wrist, flew into darkness with Wellrod.

He couldn't have missed the gap where his gaze followed the move.

There was a severe pain running on his flank, his kick went to his side, and I felt like I heard something unpleasant. Broken ribs? I get kicked over, I get hit by the ground.

The moment I think I've been knocked down on my back, heavy objects come on top of my belly. Mount position. He rides my belly and strangles me with his left hand.

"Now you can't use magic? That's it, you garbage that gets in the way of our hegemony. I'll send you under the evil gods, women foxes."

He swings a knife backwards into my chest. Push its swinging hand in with your left hand and direct a short knife to your right flank.

"Guuuuu!"

The knife stabbed him in the right flank, his left hand neck tightened off, and his face approached right in front of me.

"Give me a bad lift."

"If you see the Evil God, tell me, it was a failure to drop me in this world!

"What..."

Point your left fist at the head of the guy in front of me and push the base of your index finger in.

An instantly unfolding invisible shield, a thin membrane-like CBS (circle barrier shield) with no thickness, split his head back and forth.