Showing a gap was true that was meant to hold in place for a moment, but the moment was kicked about stunning and a true little body rocks wide and sideways.
Masami's attacks continue to be unleashed there. Another thrust by the wax.
I aimed for a disfigured spot, but True kicks the floor to match the shock of Masami's kick.
Leap the kick shock on the leap and jump loudly to the side, squirting Masami's beauty. A little distance opens between the two.
(Heh, you do it.)
Seeing the true way of avoiding it, Masami jumps gently herself with admiration and approaches it truly, poking it even more.
True attempts are made to intertwine steel wires while twisting them in different places.
(12) After being thin, it was pulled immediately after the poke, so the timing was quite cynical, but the good thing caught on to the cutting edge.
"Hmm?
I hadn't noticed that the steel wire had been caught, but Masami remembered the feeling of heterogeneity in the hand.
Masami pokes with even more vigilance. Truth bounced backwards and shrugged, pulling his hand as much as he wanted, according to the timing when Masami would pull.
Hand-followed to steel wire, Zhengmi's beauty drags forward. Accompany it with Makoto's body.
Gaps created in authentic beauty. I was haunted by the true aim, but there was also the vigilance of Masami, which did not lead to a deadly gap.
True fires two guns at close range. One shot circles the flank of Masami, blood seeps through.
Masami barely even flickered at the shock of the shooting, stuffed her between true and unleashed a kick with her arms around her without a true gun. The presence of steel wire had already been discerned.
Shortly after kicking up his true arm, Masami confirms that the steel wire that was tangled in the wax has loosened, and quickly pulls the wax off the steel wire.
True jumps further backwards and takes the distance.
"Heh, surprise. I can do pretty close combat, too. I've reviewed it."
"Why do you think I'm surprised?"
Truly, I said it back to Makoto, who talked about his wounds in a non-injurious way.
As far as melee combat is concerned, there is a large part of it that was forged in battle by several degrees with Eric. Of course there are results of daily training, but I was often aware of Eric at that time as well. Most recently, not Eric, but Vipers and Midori are often recognized as virtual enemies.
(The reaction rate is really getting better than when we met the other day. Sounds like you went on to specialize in craziness in death. I'm impressed)
Seeing a true series of movements, Masami spills nature and a grin.
(So far? Midori, it's perfect for an experiment. We'll do it this time)
True, on the other hand, calls in his head without speaking up, keeping an eye on Masami.
(Okkay, true brother)
With a voiceless voice, Midori's invincible smile came to her true back of her brain.
Akiko stood on her hips with a knife and stared at Jeffrey.
"Ahem? Are you mad at me? He is."
Jeffrey drops his gaze on the knife again and runs bizarre.
"Apparently, he sees through my essence. And angry. Yeah... but this anger... is it something close to inbred hatred?
Whatever Jeffrey was saying, it was pampering for Akiko, but through his hand holding the knife, the emotion of the firecoat lodged in the knife was also conveyed to Akiko. I'm certainly angry. Looks like the man in front of you is the source of that anger.
"Because I'm a killer? But that would be the same for you, wouldn't it? No, we're talking about the spirit that lived in that knife, aren't we? Hey, ghost girl living in a knife. How much blood did you suck, empowering the owner through a knife? What's that for? A grudge? Ha, that's ridiculous. Stay in this world forever because of resentment, if you say so. He said," Buddha! "
"If you want to become a Buddha, you can't."
Seriously on his mind against Geoffrey, who turns into a tea, Akiko says it short, also with nuances that protect the honor of the firecoat.
"Hmm, pathetic. The resentment of spirits always clears up one day, but there is also a deep business to keep killing people and speeding up their purification. If there's hell in the afterlife, even if it could have been a Buddha, it would certainly have gone to hell, wouldn't it?
Jeffrey keeps teasing me with a nagging laugh.
"You... come on, shut up"
Akiko, resting on her stomach, groaned briefly and ran out.
Akiko approaches Jeffrey at an alarming rate.
(That's fast. Is that a good fight with Eric?
Jeffrey handles it calmly, without surprise when he sees it.
"Enjoy watching the black water, the oil that calls for death, the taste of iron from your throat, the landscape that falls..."
Complete the spell as Akiko's knife protrudes. He is a trained Jeffrey who exercises witchcraft without disturbing mental concentration while exercising intense exercise.
A black sickle is held in Jeffrey's hand. Seeing that, Akiko runs cold on her spine. An uninterrupted and unpleasant feeling. Something instinctively appeals to me that I shouldn't force myself to try to attack and run fast.
(How do you feel about a firecoat?
Grip and be aware of the knife. This chill was not a substitute from Akiko's experience, but a firecoat that had been to the battlefield many times before as a demon knife perceived the danger and told Akiko.
Faster than Jeffrey waving a sickle, Akiko was moving.
Jeffrey's sickle is swinging down where Jeffrey's sickle has obviously moved to an unreachable position.
As it moves, Akiko moves further. Jeffrey's sickle patterned tip and sickle become black liquid and fly through the universe.
Akiko returns to the sickle in the space he's been in, and scowls the universe.
When Jeffrey pulls the pattern in his hand, the sickle blade becomes like black water again, returning to Jeffrey's hand and back to the shape of the original blade.
"What the hell, that..."
Akiko groans. I got lucky with that one, but it seems extremely difficult to read between Jeffrey's weapons, so it seems extremely difficult to keep getting attacked and frightened over and over with that one.
Akiko reminds me again of my combat training with True. I learned during my training that there are both hands and effective phases of targeting the counter while thoughtfully jumping forward and avoiding it, rather than moving sideways or backwards or moving my torso to avoid it.
(Now is the right time, right? When you scratch, you better scratch and scratch and scratch. It's going to grow for that when I step back)
But it takes some pretty cynical timing, and some courage.
Akiko sits guarded and stares at Jeffrey. We have to move this one as soon as the enemy moves.
Jeffrey shakes the sickle. At the same time as the movement, Akiko also moved.
But right after that, Jeffrey stopped moving. There is a nasty grin spilling over its mouth.
Akiko also understood that this intent was read and fenced, but she can't stop here, and keeps poking at Jeffrey.
Once again, Jeffrey waves a sickle.
Seeing it, Akiko attempted to speed up the timing of the enemy's attack, but the blade that appeared behind Akiko pierced Akiko's hips and cut him from back to shoulder at once.
It had the effect of moving faster. Although the bulletproof blade-proof clothing was easily cut and the flesh was cut, the wound did not reach the gut. It has not resulted in serious damage.
Ariko, who jumped all the way into the range where his attack would reach, supposedly stuck a knife out of Jeffrey's throat.
Jeffrey turns his upper body and tries to deflect it. Seeing that move, Akiko now laughed more damned.
He stops the hand he tried to poke at his throat, takes yet another step straight in, turns Jeffrey's lower abdomen and flashes his knife.
"Ho?
For a moment Jeffrey didn't know what he was being done.
"Nooooooo!!
Jeffrey exclaimed, accepting the fact that his genitals were cut off from clothes to clothes and scattered blood.