The Branded Female Fencer

"(Layer, you, that wound!

"... oh, speaking of which, yeah. That's inconvenient."

"(It's not, you're gonna die like this!

Shempez's cry to grief. But the layers were flat as if nothing had happened.

Die? Why? There's no way I'm going to die in here. Only such certainty dominates the layer's head. And the scratches on the layer that are repaired while you look at them. The abdominal wounds clogged, nearly chopped, and the broken hands and feet reverted with a dull sound. Pulling out the iron pile that stabbed him in the right leg, the wound also blocked him as soon as possible. Filling your body is fullness. Is it because of the lost blood that I learn to flutter slightly? I see, Layer thought this was going to lead to more blood loss than this would lead to defeat. I can't afford to add or subtract, do everything in my power to end it immediately. To do that...

"(Layer, you!?

"Shempez, do you have any physical combat experience?

"(What? Of course there were those lords...)"

"Just have it, give me your knowledge now"

Layer grabbed Shempez's blade in. Naturally, blood was flowing, and Layer's eyes were catching Anarches before Shempez made a criticism. Besides physical surgery, what layers wanted was knowledge of the structure of the human body. Fortunately, there seemed to be someone familiar with such knowledge in the previous owner of Shempez.

"... um, that's all we can do about it"

"(You, say what -)"

Layer laid down in his sheath to silence Shempez, who complained of his dissatisfaction, and with his bare hands he grabbed closer to the anarchy. Anarches who turned into mad warriors were also surprised for a moment, but their arms were stretched out to destroy layers instantly. When the lay took the arm from the front, he stared at the anarchy and told him.

"It's not if I'm stuck in a clutterfish like you. Out of the way."

An unprecedented force boils up in the arms of the layer. Both arms of the layer, which should be thick and not half, forcefully twisted and destroyed both arms of the anarchy, which tried to control the layer at the mercy of force. Bearing in mind to squeeze even in the rag, Layer broke both arms of Anacess, then kicked him out of the knee, turning on the rotation in the flow, while slamming the jaw of the collapsed Anacess and releasing the kick. There was a feeling of Anarches knees and jaws destroyed with the sound of bone crushing, but Anarches eyes transformed into Mad Warriors still retain power. A streak of layers of fists as if pushing back the anarchy trying to fly with one leg left. It was similar to the way the butcher slapped the meat and loosened it up, precisely and carefully destroying each bone, not only on the face, while also articulating in between.

By the time Anarches could feel the luxury of destroying the bones in his upper body before touching the layer, destroying his skull and beating his brain miso, the layer quickly wrapped around behind Anarches and tightened his neck. The neck bones are no longer shattered and palatable, and there is only a soft feeling like twitching a blanket. The only reason the anarchy is barely alive is because it hasn't destroyed his gut yet.

A flame of intent to kill took place only for a moment on a layer with Anarches' neck extremed.

"Regret. Now I can't kill anyone anymore."

When Layer momentously threw off Anarches' neck, he pulled out Shempez and finely amputated Anarches' body, throwing it into the flames. Shempez was also stunned by the boy who pale and carries out that cruel task, but this could be the right way to do it, given that Anarches has a paranormal regenerative ability.

When the layers were all over, they tried to leave the scene with a foothold that fluttered like a threaded puppet. At this moment, the impulse suddenly appears. The look was full of surprises, but I was more worried about the layers than that. Layer asked without even being able to give a very surprising look of fatigue.

"Did you see it?

"No, I'm embarrassed to watch you, I lost you on the way. I just got here. It may have been laid down in the paying line, but it seemed pretty dumb."

"Yes... by the way, can I leave it to you for a moment?

"What?

"I have one more goal, but... because I want to take a short break"

With that word the layer fell towards the impulse. The impulse propped up the layer in a hurry, but it's too conspicuous to carry it like this. Though there is no arm strength problem, there will be a bit of a problem for the impulse that looks like a girl to move with a layer in her arms. Because of the disappearance of the pay line, residents began to feel signs around them. Impulse asked them to carry the layers to a safe place nearby.

Banderas, who was watching how it went, was stunned. Although we recovered some of the jumping anarchy in the flames, it was too shocking an end. Indeed, the layers exhibited some properties. Otherwise, there's no way fatal injuries can heal. However, the bandrass still does not get answers to the characteristics of the layers. If we have observed characteristic holding for a long time, sometimes words that match its nature come to mind in the back of the brain, but they still didn't come to the layers. This is also the first time for Banderas. Even Zems said he knew once he saw it.

For Banderas, it no longer mattered about the life and death of Anarches, etc.

"Are you saying you don't have enough observation time? Then we'll have to push more boys."

Bandras was disappearing all the time, watching the layers being carried away. Bandras became totally interested in the layers.

Continued