The Branded Female Fencer

"You're not going to attack?

"It's not fair, is it?

"Well, you wouldn't say chivalry or anything, would you?

"I admire knights, though."

While Zeho is alert to the behavior of the layers, he pulls the next big spear with one hand. At that time, I looked away from the layer and looked at myself unexpectedly because of the inconsistency in my hand. Soon my weapon is connected by a rope with the giant axe spear that Layer brought to me. On the contrary, as soon as Zeho drew in, the layer's weapon was leaning towards him.

"Whoa, when did you put it in brackets -"

Unexpectedly, Zeho tries to take on a giant axe spear. I thought if it weighed heavily enough for a giant to carry, it should be taken. But at that moment, it was on the edge of my vision that the layers pulled out their swords.

"(Were you after this moment! Axe spears were meant to be used as traps from the beginning, weren't they?

Zeho gives up taking the spear and takes the spare sword that was beside him. It's not a very good weapon, but it's what I brought in for when I was used to spears and axes. I put up a sword to intercept the layer, but what the layer had thrown at me as if to mock Zeho was a spare bag that I had installed next to a giant axe spear.

Zeho, who beat this off with a big sword reflexively, gets his sight blocked by the dust he danced from the bag, and falls apart. Afraid it would be a huge axe spear underlay as it was, Zeho flied back by twisting himself for now.

"Ho, ho, ho. Smokescreen, you say?

At that moment, an impact ran on Zeho's body without vision. Layers attacked the tibia and back. The balloon breaks and the layer is favored by the score. But before Zeho could secure his sight, the layers of giant spears fell into the arena and cracked. Large quantities of liquid had leaked from inside and had been spanked by more than half the area of the arena.

In a lukewarm, gel-shaped liquid, Zeho flashes his face.

"What is this?

"It's a trap."

"Isn't that against the rules?

"You said you checked, didn't you? There's no rule anywhere that you shouldn't put liquid in a weapon."

The lay laid his sword for the first time. An orthodox knight's sword, an orthodox erection. With all this trick, the erection itself will not stare, and there will be no stray.

Zeho finally manages to capture the appearance of the layer with his begun vision. The foot is wet with liquid spilled from the layer's weapon, but it doesn't seem toxic or anything for now. I just thought the competition commissioner wouldn't allow it, but as long as I checked my foot, it would definitely slip slightly soggy. Because of the smell, it doesn't look like oil.

"(What is this liquid? But if my foot gets unstable, did you think I wouldn't touch my big weapon? But with my arm, I can swing my weapon without using my lower body. Not even a little bad scaffolding.)"

Zeho slowly set the sword on the upper stage. My vision was finally returning, and I could afford it little by little. I was honestly surprised by Layer's bizarre idea, but that's all. The moment I thought I couldn't possibly be corporal in strength, the layer moved from me this time.

Zeho also moved to intercept him, but collapsed from his knee when he fell. You can't move like your feet are stuck on the ground. The liquid at your feet has changed color and solidified. And just my surroundings.

Oh, it was late when I thought. Layers were smashing all of Zeho's balloons.

"Have you ever touched building materials yourself? There's powder inside that hardens when mixed with liquid, right? Don't you think it's convenient? Our mercenary regiment takes a lot of work outside of battle, and we have people who develop these materials if they have to."

"You are not willing to fight properly!?

"I don't. We're doing everything we can to win, including getting ready. How can a guy who comes out on the battlefield without a weapon not try to dig a hole by the time his opponent comes out on the battlefield? It doesn't surprise me."

"There will be morality in the battle too!

"That's an excuse for the loser. No matter how much he scolds me for falling into a pit on the battlefield, it doesn't hurt or itch. They'll be dead and buried in a few seconds."

Zeho cleared up on Layer's words. I was forced to pull my legs out and jumped in with a big sword in place. Awesome speed, but Layer looked calmly at the sword. layers I had never tried to meet before, but for the first time I went to match my swords.

Zeho waved his sword with momentum as he slapped each of the layers' swords on his head, but the moment the layers' swords hit him, he felt a much heavier hand than expected.

"(Does this guy have the same or more arm power as me?

For a moment I felt that way, Zeho rolled over to the front when I was completely out of touch. An arm stretched out into the sky nearly grabbed the layer, but slipped as its arm slipped. I could see the oil glow on the layers' skin.

And when Zeho stepped on to regain his rolled position, his feet slipped this time. I don't think there should be any liquid flowing here yet. When I look at my feet, there is a robe at my feet that the layers have taken off.

Zeho slipped to his thoughts and floated up into the universe, where he saw layers storming, crushing by accident.

"Ha ha, are you also lumping lump oil on your robe? Oh, my God, you're really here to win."

Layers shot a powerful blow into Zeho's trunk. Zeho was not able to scaffold the Great Sword to prevent it from going off-site, but he accepted it off the spot with great courage. He thought he had different degrees of seriousness to hang in this game and accepted defeat.

Continued