"You're late, dust chip. Come on, you can't do it fast. Screw you about a shot in there. Screw you.
To Tippett, who doesn't show up, Adam turned appropriately and spit a cursing murmur.
He blamed Tippett for attacking Arthur more late than expected than for helping himself. Tippett, who had been temporarily unable to move after being defeated by a blow from the first Arthur, needed time to turn off signs and walk over to them even after he noticed.
But naturally it doesn't matter to Adam. Driven by the urge to kick Tippet in the bump on this occasion, I dare not turn my gaze to Arthur, who now falls in front of me.
Shoulder wounds, neck roots close. There was far more blood overflowing than his abdomen as he held it down, and Arthur, who had been dyed red, had fallen as he lay low on the ground. Fatal injuries were avoided on the brink, but far more serious than in the abdomen. Just keep breathing roughly, and I can't even afford to reach for the sword I dropped.
As he walked over to Arthur, who rolled over, and stepped on that head again, Adam pressed his face deep into the ground to disturb his breathing.
"No, but I was scared. I was scared. Why are you being so sane? Normally, it worked. What's wrong with being an abandoned man or a lunatic? That's about as good as a Bakemon, right?
Hey? And in a mild tone, I'll kick Arthur's head hard in the future.
Gun, I heard a hard noise, but I didn't even get a groan from Arthur.
"For once I ask you: Are you willing to destroy this country ~?
Adam, sneering in the loose voice between, stepped on Arthur's back this time from his face.
I stomped over and over again not telling him to reply, kicking up Arthur's bloody abdomen over my back. Arthur, who groaned briefly "ghoulishly" at the sharp pain of the boulder, raised his face, which, as he noticed, lay low.
"... oh... so, hey wo... eh....... damn......
Only an empty fist is gripped, along with a scattered voice that throws away.
Applied to his own blood, only his sharp eyes glowed pale and light as he distorted his face into wound pain.
Adam, who saw it, happily distorted his mouth and eyes ugly. Heh heh? and zero, kicking Arthur's flank up to the point of waving his leg again. After all, having confirmed that Arthur was sane, he photographed himself in Arthur's eyes, who had no stray but fouled.
I was going to kill him like this, but the presence of Arthur, who waved his fist at himself twice and even less ugly, was only unpleasant to Adam. I'm totally sorry I killed you like this. Besides, because he ruined his plan with Pride, to say the original. I was wondering if there was anything to further despair the knight in front of me. Swallow what Arthur is likely to respond well from previous conversations and speak appropriately.
"You come on...... what are you so desperate for? Are you putting that much pride back? What, are you in love or something? Or the knight, the pride of the day? Hey, which one is it? Hey, hey."
Gu, gu, and now I try to step on my shoulder wound.
I wouldn't touch it directly because Arthur's hand was holding it down first, but the pain sounded like I could make a full decision just to be oppressed. Arthur was just a recruit to Adam, who didn't even remember Tiara's birthday or the face of a knight who danced with pride.
Guh, and Arthur, distorting his face, grabs Adam's foot hard with the hand of the one who held his fist. To such a strong force that he did not think he was wounded, Adam was stopped from moving his feet without being able to pull or pull any further completely. If you try to pull it off, on the contrary, you can hurt Arthur's leg in the grip.
"...,... hey... hey... everything... n..."
with plundering, creeping, and missing voices. Only a fraction of it was heard in Adam's ear.
But Arthur's groaning like affirming both was enough for Adam. Niyaaaaaa...... and spread a grin to Arthur, giving up on pulling his legs and looking down at him on the spot.
"Heh? Desperate, for pride. You don't like being such a beautiful, sweet princess or something? Wow, Kisha."
Adam mocks as he deliberately hugs and mocks his shoulder. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, take one time trying to distort Arthur's face and cloud his eyes before laughing at Nimmari and releasing the words again.
"It's great that that pride is going to crush Freesia, isn't it?
become………… and Arthur opened his eyes again stunned.
Adam wrinkles around his eyes just a little satisfied with him making his complexion blue regardless of the blood he shed.
What do you mean, to Arthur's eyes just saying, Adam shows off his peeled teeth and laughs. And then he started drooling a little voice to Arthur.
"Good news. Four days later, the Kingdom of Friesia will be attacked by the Radian Empire! The people under the castle are dying!... Why would Princess Tochi's crazy pride give us the Kingdom of Freesia?
The look on Adam's face, speaking with a laugh hahahahaha, was a truth that would not lie from Arthur's eyes.
With his mouth open, he forgets the pain and his expression hardens. Arthur clenches Adam's leg so hard that he can cut a thousand grabs.
Scratching his sweat at the pain, Adam now spasmed his spare grin and mouth, even spitting out words to mislead the pain.
"I'm sorry! I was ready to crush Freesia a long time ago, stupid picture! Your beautiful beautiful beautiful sweet princess was already a traitor on the Radiya side ~! You guys were trying to protect me because of the princess!
Ha ha ha ha ha! and Adam laughing happily from the bottom of his heart, saying so and letting him spread his hands.
Looking down at the weak and foolish knight who can only snap to the ground because he stops his own foot. Obviously watching Arthur's complexion and expression distort in agony, poisoning him even more. Weighing onto his grabbed leg, he peeps in to see if Arthur's eyes still cloud.
"Is that good? The pride you love so much, come on, I already swallowed up all your madness ~. Tsumari, originally had such qualities -"
"Thh... Meh's got the Aang people! Say," No, no. "
Adam's legs drew momentum in with a raging anger.
At once out of balance, Arthur releases his hand, which was holding the wound, to Adam, who fell over to put the buttocks on. I don't mind the increased blood momentum, I reach for my nostalgia and tear Adam's leg to the side with a knife that was provided inside his jacket. Zshaaaaaa and the blood wet all the way to Arthur's face, and at the same time a disconnected-demon-like cry echoed from Adam.
"Dear Adam: 8265;" the chief of staff and general who had been stationary about Adam's enjoyment on the boulder also rushed in, but Arthur instantly threw a knife of his hand into them. Unaccustomed to throwing, Arthur's knife didn't hit either of them, but only blunted the movement for a moment. In that gap Arthur picked up the sword he had dropped and shook it, regardless of the blood erupting
"Knight... lick, knock... hey, knock, knock"
Sharp, he threw it away like an arrow.
To the viciousness and speed incomparable with the knife, the two stopped their feet this time, and not long before avoiding, the sword tore through the right leg of the Chief of Staff. Another blow, and Arthur tried to take the knife out of the inside of the jacket given to him by Harrison again, but something held Arthur's arm before that.
The entire weight of each person is applied from the top and Arthur's movement stops. I understood he was a special abilist earlier, but I couldn't push him away from Arthur today because of his deep and unfavourable posture. Then with the opposite hand, and trying to take the knife away from what I was grabbing.
"Grr... gaaaaaaa"
Yes, moments.
Before that, Adam stepped on Arthur's wound.
With the opposite leg from the one torn with a knife while rolling to the ground, I kicked his shoulder in as far as I could with my heel. Aiming for the wound, he moved his legs as far as he could over and over again, and continued to tread until his shoes were dyed and cut with return blood.
"Shit! Die, die, crumbs, dust, die, die! Die! Die!"
Gun, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum.
He himself turns the disastrous light behind his thin eyes to Arthur, roughing his breath with torn leg pain. Step over and over again, until his scream withers and the water drops.
After repeated kicks and tired feet. Adam ordered the general, who withheld behind his rush, to hold Arthur. And drag the foot that dabbles blood, and distance it from Arthur.
Arthur, who endured severe pain in his shoulders and belly and exhausted his last strength, was already a bug breath when the general took hold of him. Still away to a position beyond Arthur's reach to escape, Adam then raved his voice in anger at him, who was completely deprived of his movement by the general.
"Ha ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Speaking out in a single breath with a ragged throat to hide confusion, anger, agitation and slight fear, Adam opened his spasmodic lid and pointed at Arthur with his blood-colored eyes only. It's Adam's eye open to the limit, which even the general sees first.
"That's good, huh? Maybe we'll make it? If you stop now, you can kill me or Pride with your hands and you can fix it, right? Oh, better report him to someone than that, Knights, royalty or under the castle. Come on? It would help if you just said one word, wouldn't it? That's a lot to know. Good for you, huh? My plans, my secrets, my pride. I've got it all! Tell him now, will you? Knight, try to kill me with your sword. Try to fight for Freesia, okay? Hey, hey."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and laughs out like Adam is crazier. But the fiercest and loudest that voice ever was the withered, heartless laugh ever.
Even the general and the chief of staff who had been stabbed in the leg lost words, and Adam dragged his leg without even stopping the bleeding while he was confused. Slipping away, he walks over to the Chief of Staff with a broken grin.
Despite the fact that it is his allies who are approaching him, the Chief of Staff drags his twitchy and useless feet with his sword stabbed and retreats. Adam, who is similarly dragging his legs, briefly commanded the Chief of Staff not to "move" to increase the number of steps he walked any further. Then the chief of staff froze himself in an instant, as Adam's words whipped him.
Immediately after reaching before him, Adam did not hesitate to pull out the sword he stabbed at the chief of staff. The chief of staff, who had been pierced by a sword more than half of his leg, raised a beastly scream and twisted his body with his hands bumped like children, but Adam did not stop his hand. If you pull the sword out completely, an unparalleled amount of blood will overflow from the foot of the Chief of Staff who lost the plug. But as he was not interested in it, Adam turned to the general who held Arthur in one hand with his sword.
Pooch, and throwing it at the general with the ease of throwing the dust away, the sword made a crisp noise and stopped at Arthur's nose tip. Arthur, who had already been held back by more weight than himself, and had become unconscious and hazy due to earlier intense pain, could not even take a sword.
The general, who used his hands and feet against Arthur and held him back as he could, reached out one hand and picked up the sword that had been rolled. The general, who has roughly predicted what he intends to do from years of experience, laughed with a niggly, ugly, pulled up mouth and looked up at Adam.
Returning with an equally distorted grin, Adam gazes and speaks out of Arthur being held back to the earth more than the general.
"Arms, drop, fold and throat crush.
To Adam, who did not hesitate to vomit this cruel word, the general "awed," seeped joy and excitement, and replied.
Adam, who was completely exhausted and finally only slightly satisfied with Arthur's appearance that he could no longer even react to the words, lowers his back on the spot. To watch the knight in front of you from now on in his best seat.
On the arrow tip of that thought, he noticed the voice of the chief of staff suffering from pain behind his back, and looked irritated. The groaning of the chief of staff, desperately wrapping his own cloth around him to stop the bleeding, was a murmur to Adam now. Now I look back and think that I can't hear Arthur's Terminator carefully, take a glance at his wounds, and think he's a foot wrapper.
Reach for the head of the chief of staff with the ease of paying the bug as it is. "! Dear Adam, please don't, please, that's all," he eagled at the head of the chief of staff, desperately defying his body, and after a brief scream a terrible cry sounded. The general, who was just waving his sword up, raised his face and turned bright blue.
Adam, looking delightfully at the general's complexion, waited "after he screamed out," as he showed the chief of staff with his eyes.
"Don't kill me till the end, okay? Do it all and keep making it suffer. If I let you die by accident, I'll kill you too.
A general draws his breath to Adam, who orders the suffering chief of staff sideways.
I will always do what he says. A knight who is already a bug breath, while also finding it harder not to let him die. Still, I know I will be next if I don't do what Adam ordered. It's okay, as long as you don't stop the bleeding well and even put it in the wrong order, it's easy. I'll be sure to keep it for a few hours or so. I tell myself it's on that extension line, which I've enjoyed on many practice benches so far.
And when the chief of staff screams began to interrupt and lose momentum. I finally got forgiveness from Adam. Adam, who just stopped bleeding with a slice of the Chief of Staff's clothes, waves his finger down, "Do it," with an evil painted smile that looks fun. I sat only one side together to keep my legs from hurting, with my cheeks on and being generous.
"Tighten up Temehe's helpless and stuffy, stay, cry, live and shame, then die.
Lullaby Arthur's Terminator.