An unusually flat body in Okumura struck me with a sword-like momentum that tore the sky apart.
The scales on the side parts of the torso are actually sharp and sharp like sharp blades, obviously with their blades, to cut the sway into transverse giraffes.
When crossing with his shaky body, Okumura rotated his body laterally in the air.
It was a hard blow to avoid, both sideways and up and down, as the range was wide to the side and the height set the aim around the wobbly lower abdomen, but the wobble jumped forward in such a way that it jumped forward from head to head, jumping over Okumura's body and doing great.
Okumura lands on the floor, and the bounce strikes a long tail on the floor, sounding dry.
Shaking also immediately regains his position and looks back towards Okumura.
Gunshots sound many times. Eating his teeth off, smiling slightly and shaking pulls the trigger over and over again.
Although it has hit Okumura's body several times, it is all played by scales. But every time he gets a bullet, Okumura flicks at the shock.
The bullet runs out.
Okumura also perceives it, giving him time to reload, and crawls through the floor at high speed, heading toward the shake.
Reload the shake.
Okumura, approaching as far as his own attack could reach, raised his upper body, bringing his neck and opening his mouth wide.
Okumura's sharply lined fangs tear the shaky body apart.
Both Okumura's movement and the countless painful fangs lining her mouth, the shaking eyes were firmly perceived.
The shake pulls your body about half way back.
Okumura's mouth shuts in space trying to bite him in the shake. Literally in front of that Okumura, the reloaded completed gun was poked out.
Something was sparking in the shaking head, not just the effect of the medicine. Gained by being stood in the abyss of death, it feeds and amplifies fear in reverse, giving it so much concentration and pleasure that there is no more to shake.
Immediately after the trigger is pulled, the eye pops out with the fluid and dances through the universe.
He was shot in the head from close range, losing power from the upper body of Okumura and collapsing to the floor.
"Well done."
To true praise, but the shaking could not react. The moment he triumphed and appeased, the excitement was dissolved and his whole body was trembling.
It was about a ten-second offense, but the interaction in that meagre amount of time was vividly evocative, because I knew exactly how my life was at stake and in an extraordinary situation.
"It would have been fun, wouldn't it? When this gets sick, we can't get out of this world."
True smiled. I was surprised by the true grin I saw for the first time, and the fact that it was directed at me, and soon afterwards the joy creeps up. I feel that I have been recognized and deserved the blessing and praise of an admirer.
"There's no need to stay here because there's no other enemy. Turn around and go to the Snow Okas."
"Yeah."
Encouraged, the shake followed true.
Ten nights falling.
The bullet shoots through the bulletproof fiber that was knitted in green tights and blood drips off his leg. I feel little pain because of the action brought on by the suit.
Rin takes the gun out of the inside of his jacket, raises his arm horizontally, and pulls the trigger even further.
The muzzle turned to Rin's side, but the bullet crossed the space and reappeared from the foot of the ten nights, hitting him directly in the left thigh.
Now it was successfully inhibited by bulletproof fiber. The bullet is bounced and wears a wall.
Even if I played it, the shock is on me. There is little pain, but you can see the damage has accumulated. It feels like my left leg is only paralyzed.
As a result of both lightening and spreading bulletproof fiber, the gun also required penetration to shoot it out, the relationship between the bullet and bulletproof fiber was taught more than true when it was roughly one-half probable that it would be shot out or prevented, for example at the angle and motion of the landing timing.
(What am I supposed to do with a bullet that doesn't know where it's coming from...)
Standing up looking at Rin, ten nights makes me feel hopeless.
"You pulled the gun out of your nose on purpose, even though you shouldn't be showing me the movement to pull the trigger?
Suddenly, Junko uttered a meaningful dialogue.
"Whoa, is extra advice against the rules?
Junko with a smile and a light hand on his mouth. I have no idea what that word means at ten nights. What is the advice now?
Rin pulls the trigger. Third attack.
Ten nights rush out.
The bullet had appeared again in a low-altitude position at close range of ten nights, but only blurred the foot of ten nights.
Ten nights packed the distance from Rin at once. Rin makes a fine leap over and moves heavily to the left before the ten night offense gets within reach.
Suddenly, Rin's body disappeared from his left side, so that he could be sucked into the disappeared spot, and his whole body was invisible.
I've heard of her abilities beforehand and I've seen them before, so I know the logic that she transferred space, but when she suddenly disappears from sight all of a sudden, she turns wolf.
I look around for ten nights wondering where you're coming from. As they take their backs off, they half-rotate their bodies into small pieces and occasionally fly away.
"I guess I shouldn't travel the place. You know what I mean if I tip you this far?
Junko's vague advice. I had no idea what it meant at ten nights, but for now I follow it and stay on the spot and only flip my body.
"With that much advice, I can still forgive you as a handful, but I hope it's time to stop."
Rin's uncomfortable voice sounds.
Looking in the direction of his voice, Rin slowly appeared from his upper body, as if crawling out of a hole, out of a space where there was nothing.
(How could you not have accidentally hit me? Even though I can teleport. Because I was on guard? No, where were you while you were gone in the first place?
Some questions cross the back of the brain for ten nights. And connect with Junko's words.
(You mean you can't travel freely in space. And is it decided where we can move...?
The first shooting kept my hand in my nostalgia, and I didn't even show when to pull the trigger. The second shot was taken out of nostalgia for some reason. All three guns were aimed at low altitude positions. And that's probably the conclusion that places don't move.
(I have some idea where to make the entrance and exit for space travel)
Ten nights to conclude so.
I don't even know what the form of that entrance/exit restriction is, but as far as Junko's story and Rin's movements are concerned, as long as we secure a safe area, there seems to be no unintentional strike from Rin who jumped into the entrance across the space.
(No, I knew I should move around with this. I don't know when to make a space entrance/exit.)
Stopping the movement is only if you find it safe. Ten nights we take steps to Zigzag and head back to Rin.
The muzzle can be pointed straight at ten nights.
It was ten nights when he took the steps of crossing the feints without flinching and proceeded to Rin, but he had not noticed that the gunpoint aim was moving according to his movements.
With the gunfire, ten nights of shock in the abdomen.
As usual, there was little pain, but I saw blood seeping through the center of my belly, stopped moving, and knelt on the spot with a flashing look under my mask.
"You don't have to rely on Mr. Machida."
When he squeals, Rin sets a target for the muzzle to his forehead for ten nights in order to stab him in the stomach.
But what did he think, Rin lowers his gun without pulling the trigger and turns his face towards Junko from the ten nights he has already lost his will to war. Rin's face had an unsatisfactory look.
"With the battle, can we wait for Makoto Aizawa to come?
Rin decides that there is no need to kill someone he has already fought against.
At the point where Junko is coming all the way out to visit, I guess this kid is quite a favorite. Instead of stabbing a stomach in front of that pure child, you should lend it to him by not killing him. That's what made the calculations work. Nevertheless, it is a bullet to the abdomen, therefore, it is also likely to die.
"Fine."
Chuckle and Junko approaches the ten nights when he squeezes his belly.
"Me... are you going to die?
I alternated between Junko, who came to my side, and the blood flowing out of my stomach, and for some reason, ten nights I laughed and groaned. Pain and suffering are scarce, but the body is immobilized, and the fear of death prevails over spiritual exaltation.
"Based on the amount of bleeding, I wonder if it's dangerous. If he had been hit in the gut, it might have been tight."
At ten nights I had a desire to deny it and encourage it. But there was no comfort or encouragement from Junko's mouth, and the fear of the ten nights increased because he was told the facts straight with a smile on his face.
"Do whatever you can, but don't expect it."
Junko taking the syringe out of her pocket while she says it.
(I was going to end this, but my life would end better first or something... like that...)
When a needle was stabbed in the neck muscle, drowsiness suddenly pushed over.
(I don't like... this... this ending...)
In my fading consciousness, I was afraid that when my consciousness broke off as it was, I would never wake up again and that I would disappear as it was.
(I don't want to die...... A world like this, I can already get out... because I can get out...)
Ten nights he closed his eyelids and collapsed into the arms of Junko, turning to the shaking behind his brain and his father, pleading as if to beg forgiveness.