The Branded Female Fencer

The battle between Rhine and the woman was fierce. The battle that was taking place around him had already come to an end, but who could not help but look away from this battle.

Woman - The soldiers Calamity was manipulating directly with bugs had already fallen, and soldiers she could not manipulate had gathered from other defensive areas, but they also saw the battle between these two again. No, the consciousness to fight had flown somewhere. So much so that these two fights were rarely seen on the battlefield.

Against the calamity striking something out of the palm, what the line challenged was the melee. It was also a troublesome attack, so much so that Calamity didn't have time to take his hand off the sword in his hand. Calamity is also on the defensive side of the line that can be attacked from any position without a hiatus. Still, I'd have to say it's a big deal that you're using your sword to defend the slaughter of the line.

"Get on... don't get on!

"Knock."

Calamity forcefully cut back his sword, and now the line turns to defense. The calamity that made me feel better just tries to stick around here, but I find myself uncomfortable as I type in a few times.

"(This man...?

"That's..."

Rusty noticed first when he saw Rhine play defense. He looked familiar to the sword in the line's defensive posture.

The line was less wasted on defense than on offensive motion. A technique that ensures that the opponent attacks with the least amount of movement. This was a knighthood specific sword move to which Rhine belonged, sometimes continuing to fight all day, and a way to recover health on the battlefield. and is also a technique that lets them attack at the same time to sharpen their opponent's health.

Calamity's sword quickly strayed away from the body of the line as the line set the sword in front of him and just waved the sword small to the left and right. It's not even that easy, actually, but it looked at least that way around. Calamity, of course, noticed that there was no sword at all on the line that seemed to be attacked. She's not attacking, she's just being made to attack.

"(You think I'm going to be played?

"..."

"What?"

"It's the curtain!

The line moves faster instantaneously, even once again. Calamity was now holding onto the movement. Along with the metal noise, the two confront each other across the sword.

"Shit."

"... [Make me my servant friend, my friend blade. Stab, wear, and sacrifice against me.]"

When Calamity realizes that the whining word is a chant, the line lags behind to quickly take a distance.

"It's late. Skewered Trees (Lancers Trent)

Many wooden spears served by Calamity approach the line from the ground. But the line looked at them without any haste, and avoided them.

"What!?

Now Calamity was seriously surprised. It is impossible for ordinary people to see and avoid witchcraft, even if it can defend witchcraft or inhibit chanting itself. If it's common sense.

She even gave a surprised look at Calamity as well as humans around her, but soon she regained her mind. And when I gracefully lift my hair, I speak to the line.

"I'm honestly surprised at you. Apparently, you have a lot of experience fighting magic swordsmen?

"Yeah, 'cause I used to work out enough to throw up blood reflexes. I don't know how many times I thought I was gonna die."

I shudder when the line remembers a little bit of my rush. Surely he had a time when he trained as hard as he thought this was a workout. You might be right to say you were made to. I still get chills when I remember those who were superiors then. He did learn a lot, but I don't think he wants to do it again.

I don't even know his heart like that, and Calamity goes on.

"Hehe, but what about this?

"Whatever we do, we're together, so I just found out more or less."

"You're weaker than my old superior."

"... he's a very irritating man, you. That word comes after you taste this!

Calamity begins chanting.

[Sealed in the earth, the source of life, remove its shackles]

"Let it be!

The line slashes into the calamity as it interrupts the chant. You saw Calamity chanting long, the line was quick to judge. I was willing to interrupt the chant. But.

[Shaped with free hands, broken again, of which we hissed]

"Ugh!

Calamity swordspears the line with an invincible grin. And the line in a hurry to not stop chanting. While Calamity avoids slashing the line, chanting is never disturbed.

Again, the line couldn't attack Calamity. The line is a user of sword moves that go against appearances, words, and deeds and are better at defense than attack. We realized to each other that if Calamity turned to defense at all costs, it wouldn't be too much to attack. That's why Calamity set up a sorcery battle.

[A few wedges to crush my enemies.]

Forrest Breaker Hammer in the Great Tree Sea

"Whoa, whoa!

The magic of the calamity that was unleashed, aiming for a moment when the two of them separated a little. A thick tree, also known as a large tree, protrudes from the ground, choosing the ground on which the line stood and even unraveling the garden structure. And finally, the broken hammer stopped after destroying some of the inner walls of the castle. Later the great trees lie as if a little forest had emerged.

This sorcery is a magnificent sorcery that is originally called by dozens of sorcerers. As the chant name suggests, it is often used in siege warfare, and mistakes are not magic when dealing with a single person. We need more than that, and it's easy to see through for that matter. No matter how good Calamity is at earthly magic, unless this is the land affinity for the soil. Or I wouldn't have used it if I wasn't too angry with the line.

The servant calamity also confirms the results of his chanted magic with a little breath on his shoulder.

"Well... how crushed could it have been? It can be tough to find the original shape, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho."

It was then that Calamity began walking beside the great tree that emerged in her magic, laughing so well. One shadow looming from the left rear overhead, the blind spot of Calamity. To that speed, Calamity's reaction was delayed for a moment.

"What!?

"Late!

Calamity aggressively tried to prevent it with a sword, but the sword on which the line weighed cut off both arms of Calamity with each sword. Across both arms of the falling calamity, the glances of the calamity and the line intersect.

"(I want to remove it! I was gonna smack you in the head... but!

"F, f..."

Rhine raised a blade to stab the stomach, but he didn't want to fly off the spot, even with Calamity's creepy laughter. Calamity laughs even more when she sees that reaction.

"Nice. You're really nice."

"... who, you. Why is there so little blood?

Rhine looked calmly at both arms of the fallen calamity. The line is flying. It's not about fear of calamity. When I cut the calamity, the most important reason is that I was uncomfortable with its usefulness. What's the reason?

"(That's not what it feels like when you cut a living human... if you insist, yes. Near what it felt like when you cut a ghoul or something dead)"

The line confirms what it felt like earlier. If a woman is a corpse, it is doubtful whether she will die even if she is decapitated. The line can't win. There's no fighting. It's a doctrine. Besides, this time it's a waste of time and strength on such an extra opponent. Calamity turns off her tantrum first as she gets lost in the choice of whether the line escapes or continues to fight like this.

"I knew I didn't use bad prey."

"... what?

"I don't like swords, me. I knew if you were going to use it, this way."

A new hand grows, first from the elbow that is no longer calamity. No. That's not a hand. It's

"... what the hell?"

"Oh, sickle. Shouldn't I??

"I mean, I shouldn't, I shouldn't"

"I'm going to be rude. You can totally kill any famous sword, this?

There was a sickle growing in both hands of Calamity. But it was not an ordinary metal sickle, but as if it were a sickle in the hand of a beetle.

Watch him cheek like he loves you, nodding his tongue at that boneless sickle.

"... Dance Slave, are you ready?

"You're gonna do it here?

"Oh, this guy better be slashed here. He's like a pest, no doubt about it."

"What are you squealing about? Did you finish your will?

The word ends with Calamity slowly walking over to the line. The soldiers around them could not keep up with the situation in front of them and only watched the situation.

Only one line of them is ready for calamity. It showed the number of training fields the line had come to so far. On the border he trained as a soldier, he doesn't work when he's upset to this extent. It was precisely he who was in a position to lead some of the troops. If he exposes all his history of war and signs up for the Alliance, he's definitely a finger fighter in the mercenary world that exists on the continent.

The line tried to take the dance slave, that's when.

Continued