"Shh."
As the surrounding audience watched, they pulled their swords out of their hips, and shook them off.
I felt only the sound of a breath leaking slightly from my mouth echoed strangely around me.
'... then, silly. Oh, my arm!!
At the next moment, Ian's left arm, the end of his elbow, was bleeding.
Giant Ian's body is naturally thick in arms.
From its marutai-like arms, it keeps bleeding as if it were a joke.
You seem to be squashing the tip of the hose and pumping water out well, I thought carelessly.
"Oh, you, what the hell..."
Ian's eyes are opened by consternation.
And I was at the end of that gaze.
Apparently, Ian doesn't understand exactly what happened to him.
No, it wasn't just Ian.
For many who were on this scene, I had not been able to tell what kind of attack I had just launched.
I think maybe if I were in the opposite position, I would have reacted exactly the same as Ian.
I also thought maybe he was dead from an earlier blow.
Because I took Ian's stomping attack and backed down a lot to distance myself.
And I'm still on the spot.
I mean, I pulled my sword away from Ian, and I just waved it on the spot.
Why is Ian's arm completely chopped off and falling to the ground?
"Ian, don't die."
But I didn't answer the question of what I did.
You won't be particularly blamed because you're in the middle of a battle for your life.
I'd rather you feel my kindness just because I'm encouraging you to draw attention.
"Shh."
"but gaaaaaaaaaa. Oh, my leg. Ahhhhh. '
Again, I waved my sword without ever moving off the spot.
In that next moment Ian's right leg was severed from the flesh.
Now he was trying to avoid an attack from me, and yet he was trying to attack us fleshly.
By the time I spoke and then waved my sword, Ian was just running up to me with a little detour toward us.
My leg was cut off in the middle of it.
What happens then?
Lose the axial legs that are supposed to support your weight and the giant leans heavily.
As it were, I thought it would clash against the ground, but apparently it's even the Atmos warrior they say lives on the battlefield.
Even with the loss of hands and feet, that fighting instinct had not lost a trace of dust.
Support your body about the tree that had your right arm nearby, although you were about to fall out of balance.
We used the tree that was left at the far end of the place we [ground] as a dueling ground.
And not only that, but that tree was pulled off the ground with a single arm making a mesh and sound.
"Uolaaaaaaaa"
The land we were setting as a place for a duel was somewhat spacious but not that big.
Therefore, the giant as a warrior of Atmos and the tree reach in his hands were long.
I guess some of the effects have been running towards this one.
The tip of a bushy tree with lots of branches reached enough where I was, it should have.
Or by sticking the tree forward, I might have expected a role in identifying and preventing this attack.
"Shh."
But the sword is waved again.
Then now Ian's right arm said goodbye to his torso from the base of his shoulder.
It flies toward the day after tomorrow as if the right arm holding the tree fell out of its socket.
Just saw this and thought Ian was crazy too.
My attack now was clearly something that couldn't have hit me.
Because the tree I pulled out had numerous branches and leaves sticking out at me.
Normally, if I did any kind of attack, it would be strange if there was no damage to the tree before it hit Ian's body.
So to speak, Ian's attack was while shielding a tree.
Even if my attack is invisible, you'll know if the tree thrust forward gets some kind of attack.
At that time, let go of the tree. But maybe he was thinking of avoiding it.
Even so, there was no attack whatsoever against the tree.
Instead of branches, I haven't even cut a single leaf.
Nonetheless, Ian's right arm, which should have been behind it, was cut off.
The attack hit me as if there were no trees between me and Ian's body that would be such an obstacle.
"Shh."
Ian made the attack of pulling out a tree and swinging while losing one leg, but he just couldn't seem to stand because every arm of the tree flew away along the way.
I clapped my buttocks as my body spinned as if it sounded like a buon.
Pursue it there.
The aim of the fourth attack was the left leg.
The tip of my thigh was spat off and dropped.
Now Ian was to lose both hands and legs from his entire body.
There was still blood coming out of that cutting surface, but it didn't seem to be blowing out as hard on the muscles as it was at first.
But that's all Ian could have done.
The loss of both hands and legs and the buttocks prevented me from taking the next action just as quickly.
Or I wasn't even able to stand up.
The silence comes around.
No one speaks a word.
You didn't think Atmos' warriors would find themselves in a one-sided situation so far?
Or have you still not kept up with your understanding of what I've done?
After all, it's probably a big deal that as one of the audience, you don't even recognize what kind of weapon I have.
Because the sword I had wasn't in the form of a sword.
Because there was no sword body in the sword pulled out of the sheath that was hanging on his waist, only he held the pattern.
The appearance of a boy wielding only a bladeless pattern.
The situation was spreading on the spot as if it were a little kid playing with swordsmanship and the cut off hands and feet of an Atmos warrior that proved to be real, and much blood scattered from there to the ground.
'Ian, don't die. Next is the neck. "
"Ma, wait. My loss. I admit to losing!!
"There is a battle. Winner, warrior Ars. I hereby declare that the duel is over. Weapon on both sides."
Following Ian's surrender remarks, Tanatos, a sitter, marked the end of the battle.
But I still hold the sword.
Tanatos said oh, because he didn't know if any other Atmos warrior would acknowledge the victory or loss of this duel.
Maybe someone will come in and say I'm not convinced of my win.
I look around, holding only the patterned sword.
But maybe he was too worried about me.
Because everyone in the audience, including the other Atmos warriors who were there, was donning.
Naturally, it seemed to me that it was my concern that I might be intruding, and there was nothing for anyone to try to come near me.
Thus, my duel with Ian closed with my win.