The Branded Female Fencer

"Gu..."

"Did you come in pretty? You're out of dinner tonight, man."

The arena thrives on Cayman's blow. Though apparently a fierce man in the back arena, is his name well known? As a villain who originally used many treacherous moves and so on, Cayman is a beast man who made a name for himself in the arena. The fighting was still a strong element as a spectacle rather than a full battle.

But some were aware of the certainty behind the dogma. Seite rests as he breathes. The movement is a movement with a relaxation. It is a move commonly used by Yao. Seeing the move, Cayman seemed interesting.

"Hmm. Did you learn that move, from Gora's grandfather? And quite a few of the beasts think it's promising in the future."

"You know what I mean?

"I get it. I learned that too."

Cayman starts the same move. The expression of the beasts watching the battle, including Seite, had changed to Russian.

"Well, you know what? How about the movement has a mould, and the mould is the first basics?

"What?

"What, you don't know? By the way, here's what I do with the application... me now. So what's the next limit?

I wondered if Cayman had disappeared, and there was a cayman approaching me with a lukewarm move at my feet. Quick, but powerful kicks fly out of the absence of preliminary motion. A kick with one hand on its axis had the power of a one-strike special, but Seite puts that kick in place. The slow-looking movement was suddenly faster, and Seite repeated his defense and evasion in confusion. Not very much, but not where to fight back. I got a few shots. It was time to evade. It was a limit, and Cayman's movement was stopped.

When I look, I breathe on my shoulders. And offered a break to the referee. Its series of interactions and tricks are interesting and the venue is engulfed with laughter. What's not funny is that Seite is fighting.

"I don't want to get old. I didn't know there was a limit like this."

"... are you kidding me?

"No, no, it's big serious. I'm not going out of my hands."

Cayman faced Seite again as he drained the water he had been offered.

"No, I made him wait. Shall we resume?"

"So, what do you say? It's time for you to get serious. Otherwise, I'm just gonna win, okay?

Seite was calm about the provocation Cayman makes while letting in an unexpected blow. Because there was no intention of killing in the attack. Obviously a different blow than earlier. No, you didn't mean to kill me from the beginning? The technology is awesome, but all of them are attacks that are seriously lacking. So Seite understood once again that he was causing it.

But the expression on Cayman's face was more painful.

"I'm seriously going to fight."

"No, you're not. You're being modest. I'm unconsciously trying not to kill someone somewhere. Otherwise, I wouldn't be a good match for Dryan's kid."

The conversation, which was exchanged so that it didn't even sound like a referee, could not even be heard scratching away at the hustle and bustle of Lisa. Before asking how he knew that fact, Cayman was raging his fangs.

"If you can beat me, you can tell me why, boy."

"... apparently it was me who was licking it. Excuse me."

When Seite corrected her standing, she thanked Cayman. Both the audience and Cayman were surprised by that attitude.

"I'll do my best to deal with you. Kill me, but don't resent me."

"No, you'll resent me if they kill you. But you can't?

"Come on, what do you think? It's been a long time since I've done all I can, and I don't think I can add or subtract"

"No, you're not."

The moment Cayman tried to correct his mistake, he was under the illusion that Seite's body had grown rapidly. By the time I found out that was because of Seite's killing, it was all already too late. At the same time as recognizing that the visible figure of Seite was a remnant, Cayman's temple was hit with a powerful blow that caused his brain to shake.

Cayman fights back reflexively, but Seite's onslaught won't allow it. Seite's attack is still a black storm. As with nature, the overwhelming violence that overwhelmed everything had nothing to do with the availability of technology.

I can't do anything like this and lose. Stopping like Cayman was ready, taking a hard hit to the face, he stops the ensuing right interrupt kick with his left foot and goes to pick up the counter with his left fist. Hit. It was a confident, perfect blow for Cayman.

But Seite's eyes, which he saw over his fist, ran blood, looking at Cayman, who was the target of the attack with a shitty glow. It's like I'm not passing through fists or anything. Seeing Seite's eyes say that, Cayman had not remembered anything scary in a long time.

"Ugh."

"Gaaaaaa!"

Seite leaves further forward. But the knee drops for a moment. It's not like Cayman's blow hasn't hit him, it's just his fighting instincts supporting his body. Let me in again and I'll fall. Bear this blow and I'll put my left fist in it - yes. When Cayman thought about it, Cayman felt his consciousness distant as he looked at the sky.

Continued