The Branded Female Fencer

"What a kid... you're going to win like this"

In Bandras' assumption, it was ideal for the competition to be prolonged while layers fled the anarchy. The technology I taught would only take a long time to escape, but I didn't think I'd apply it to an attack. Not only does it predict and deflect the attack, it also fights back. Its speed of reaction, its talent for battle, exceeds Banderas' imagination.

In the first place, in Banderas' opinion, anarchy should be limited to Zems. The fact that Zems is not moving from the inn means that he should be using his demon-free sensor abilities to grasp events in the tarram. You should also know about last night's battle between Anarches and Dart, but you're not coming out. That, then, I thought I should do something about myself. If Anaseth, Dart were in a position to be publicly chased, Zems would cut and throw away the two of them somewhere on the journey. I've done that before, and it's not unusual.

Zems himself won't move in Tarram, so what you can think of is whether or not Per Enema will come to finish the two of us off looking at the opportunity. By Bandras' reckoning, he didn't have the energy while the layers were buying time, and he was expecting someone else to break into the scene. But no one's coming. Instead of reinforcements, even the spectators don't show up. Banderas realizes that this is just crazy. By some means or another, I realized that this place was being ruled out. I don't even have to be alert to my surroundings.

"What do you mean, you're trying to protect your anarchy? Or... you think I wanted you to fight the layers and the anarchy? No way."

When Bandras found out that his doubts were inconclusive, he thought about what he should do. It is easy to demonstrate the main power of characteristic when you are in a predicament until you can be aware of it. I used to, too, and it was a crisis of utter desperation for Anarches to demonstrate his talents. Once I can be conscious, I can do anything, but unconsciously, I'm also unclear about its properties.

The characteristics of the layer are the same again. Its power, which is unconscious to the person and still to be unleashed. I thought it would be played out in the fight against anarchy, but that's not how it seemed as it was. It has to be a better fight.

"Do you want to set one up?"

When Bandras left the scene softly, he went looking for a thing. In the meantime, the layer struck with a blow while not loosening his hand and accurately attacking the target. It does look like a single blow is gaining power every time you attack it. But if that's all, it's no different from the games on the board. Place your attacks properly and take away the opponent's pawn. If you don't even rush, you'll eventually be able to crumble your opponent. Layer felt somewhere empty in such a battle, but he wasn't supposed to be alarmed.

Was such air still depriving the layer of concentration somewhere? It appeared unexpectedly when it was thought that the sword of the layer would reach the heart of Anaseth before the pieces of flesh that had been chosen could be regenerated.

There's no such thing as a weird philosophy, drifter. The child, who appeared flustered near the layers and the anarchy, would sometimes come closer to the anarchy? Anaseth's consciousness, transformed into a mad warrior, was directed at the stray. Using a stray child in his/her pocket would give him/her an even higher chance to tailor his/her anarchy. But even with such calculations, the actions taken by the layers were the opposite. Layer throws Shempez and tumbles the stray, Anarches' arm cuts off the universe. Layer jumped and held a stray boy, throwing him thoughtfully toward the place where the cage at the edge of his sight was loaded. At that moment, an arm protruding like the great tree of Anaseth was bouncing the layer to the other side.

Layer saw Bandras' crooked laughter in his fading consciousness. That's all I understood about the killer who brought in the stray, but there was nothing I could do. When the layers spinning on the stirrups fell off their heads on the ground without receiving them, they nevertheless penetrated the walls of several buildings and flew to the other side as they raised the earthen smoke.

Bandras, watching how it went, regretted that it was a little too effective.

"Did I make a little mistake...? It doesn't make sense that he's dead, but I didn't know the anarchy was reacting that fast. Of all the fights you've ever fought, you're definitely not the warrior who pushed Anacess the most, boy."

Bandras sent an honest compliment and stopped trying to chase after the layer. Anarches follows the layer as he growls. Whether the layer is dead or not, Anarches will rip that carcass off. Anarches turned into mad warriors will not stop attacking until their goals run out of thousands and they can no longer keep their prototypes. Bandras followed Layer's destination from a different path from Anarches.

"Don't die on me with this, kid. I still need to know."

But I couldn't get ahead of the anarchy of beating through walls and moving forward as I stepped on the rubble. By the time Bandras found the layer, he was already in front of the layer where Anarches lay half buried in rubble. Banderas hid herself aggressively and watched what she understood.

Continued