"Shackles, if you can't fight me off and stay dead.... I'll tell you where Pride is.
Cheap provocation.
The conditions themselves are strange.
"If you can't die, the victory conditions are even abstract. There is also no specific judgment material such as kneeling, admitting defeat, taking the sword, etc. It turns out that that condition, which allows us to continue killing each other for ever, is not fair, even if it is not a style.
Besides, even if Adam's shackles can be removed, it doesn't change that the style is shackled. At the time of the battle Adam would be shackled off, giving him the chance to kill the first prince, Style, as well as the chance to escape, but nothing on Style.
... but there's no other way to make him throw up right away. Besides...
".................. would be good.
Dear Style, the whole knight made a scene.
Stop with the knights of the escort, including Kenneth, but the style is unwavering. He besieged Adam to never let him escape and ordered Adam's shackles off when he gave instructions to continue his search for Pride and Tippet.
"I'll ask.... Aren't you willing to give me the key to my shackles?
"Huh? I don't have it. Haven't you found it yet?
He opens his mouth and spits it out, looking at the style as if it were a fool.
I already checked in confiscating the weapon when the knight captured it, but I couldn't find the blind potato. But from Adam's point of view, it was even more questionable that the General was caught but not getting the key. Is it a lie that you captured the general, or did the general successfully hide the key somewhere? Either way, I just think it would be more convenient for the style to remain shackled.
To Adam, who doesn't even show a bare gesture to fix it, the knight seriously hesitates if he should take the shackles off. But there was no reason to disobey the First Prince's orders, and he pulled himself away immediately after removing the shackles. It doesn't change that even a knight is more dangerous than just letting Adam's special abilities touch him to uncover his opponent. The knights lay down their swords and take care to respond immediately if anything happens to the style.
"Ooh! Give me back my sword, Norma! You can't kill him with your whole hips, you stupid knight."
Show your hand to the knight who retrieved his weapon while rumbling.
The knight rolled to his feet the sword he had silently confiscated as he glanced at Adam, demanding it. Adam, who picked it up, stroked the blade again with one sticky grin. Then, waving his sword in mild condition, he pointed across the bridge. "Ha! Then we'll move that way!" and deliberately give instructions in a bright tone.
Observatory beyond the bridge. Surrounded by stone walls without a shield, it was certainly a good specification for a duel.
"Ah. And let the Knights of Bakemon retreat? Don't blur if you let them keep you around. Come in from across the bridge. If you step in, I'll kill you.
Style was silent at all times to Adam, who acted to order his own men to do so completely at his usual pace.
As Adam said, across the bridge, let the knight lower. Furthermore, he ordered the knights who were investigating the observatory to do the same. Adam plays the sword in his hand as he licks the look around with an uncomfortable grin and distorted thin eyes.
"I'm sure you're not really here." Once again, the transparent Bakemon are around. Then... "
"If you doubt it, that's good too. But let's get started. Be quick when you admit to losing, too. It's a waste of time.
Slightly cutting Adam's words. Style held the edge of his glasses once.
Only eyes see Adam as alert and won't let go. In response to Style, Adam narrowed his eyes even narrower as he laid his sword. Lick your lips and put your strength into your sword gripping hands.
The opponent is just the first prince. Furthermore, there are shackles on both hands. Jalali and long chains had also become heavy stones for Steele to take away movement.
But Steele stands flat on Adam. Chains of sufficient length are largely fine for waving the sword itself. "Come quickly," Adam rushed gently to the style throwing a word.
The moment I waved a sharp flash, the noise of quinquies and tall metal burst.
"... so. What are you up to?
At close range, Style lowers his voice and stares as he antagonizes the sword that Critical and Adam wave.
Adam pulled up a grin with Nitaaaa once stuck to the question. What do you mean? and as soon as I only moved my mouth, my narrow eyes slightly opened.
"Did you think that killing me, the First Prince, would have earned the kingdom of Friesia the same way? That was a raw hatred, now I'm not the supreme power in our country.
Killing doesn't make sense. and the cold and the stile says it off.
Adam woke up to the kingdom of Friesia now with Tiara and the top. If Adam still thinks of himself as the first prince in the current situation, he gently backstrokes if this disturbs him at all mentally. He played the sword that was still antagonizing each other and took a step back.
"I mean, you don't get anything to kill me.
What are you begging for? and Adam mocks.
Nitanita laughs and puts her sword back on the steer. I swelled my chest to imagine how pale he would change to this later development in the words I would return to him from now on.
Shake your body and scratch your head with the opposite hand, gazing at the distanced style. The hair flushed to the right is disturbed and spreads across the acreage.
"There is? Ikoto."
What? And the little Steele asks back.
wrinkled between his eyebrows and gently pressed his glasses with his fingertips. And peek upwards at Adam as you explore. Then Adam's structure slowly changes from the shape of the earlier meeting. It was another different arrangement than the royal swordsmanship that Style knew.
"What?"
Guru, turning his neck. Disturbed deep purple hair shakes and swims.
No no... and the ripped mouth pulls up even uglier. Her thin eyes opened and her back eyes glowed as she ran bloody like a reptile. Slightly attach your stepping foot behind your back and put your strength into your sword gripping hand.
The Crown Prince of the Radiya Empire, who is also an invading power. Adam, who was raised as the Crown Prince after being adopted for a long time, naturally also has that education.
It's not just martial arts or swordsmanship to protect yourself. As an emperor, he leads the great army, falls under the control of many countries, and naturally has been tapped into the technology to "kill" and "dominate" his opponents. Unlike the kingdom of Friesia, they are the great powers that have risen in the invasion.
He chose his sword in battle. Not to mention if you're a knight opponent of the kingdom of Friesia, if you're in melee, you have your share. Sword and, combat technology. And above all.
"If I kill you, I'll get my pride."
─ Not long after I blinked, I jumped into my nostalgia.
It wasn't hard to pack the distance from just about a few steps away. There was no foretaste of jumping out of the erection at once, and it was as if it were the instant movement that had packed the distance, not only Adam, but also the knights watching across the bridge with their sharply protruding swords. The style
"Then you can't die for him.
Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi
... the sword was played again with a high sound.
It's easy and unpleasant.
doubts Adam's eyes with his mouth open, which should have been aimed at the heart of……… and Stayle. The blow now is not a good thing to be played. Because in the first blow, Adam was going to kill Stayle without playing. If you do, the knights will definitely stop you. That's why I didn't miss it the first time and needed to kill it. even though
"What's up? Can't you even guess from this distance?
I dared Adam, who remained diving in his nostalgia, to look down without letting go of Stayle.
Though bounced, the close range of the steer. In response to the words unleashed to ridicule him, Adam unleashes his sword again. Swing the sword back to the side as it is bounced and stand the blade. but now they did. It's less shocking than playing, but the sword that shook to the style as if it were the wind on Willow doesn't hit him himself and passes by.
As soon as he collapsed and his axes braced at the front with his side as he was behaved, Steele struck Adam's side head with no hesitation with his own sword pattern. Adam groaned and rolled into a stone fold, hit in the head against the minimal motion. The style that rolled Adam by waving only his arm without pointing his body at him finally turns back to Adam there. And...
Without hesitation, I pierced Adam's left wrist.
The sudden intense pain echoed Adam's cry of guaaaaaaaaaa, and the blade, which had otherwise remained pierced, made a wound to the people.
I can't even tolerate the style that the man in front of me was breathing the same air as Pride. If driven by that impulse, it was Adam who received a mouthful of mouth to her wrist in front of his own eyes that passed behind his brain. If you force him until you pierce even that trace of your left wrist, now you'll have eyes on the same right hand that Arthur was robbed of. I held on to the urge to take two arms off him like this, and pulled the blade out of Adam once, who called out to pain.
"Stand up, Adam. … or do you want to be stuck crawling like no other?
He is showered with a colder style of voice than ice, and Adam gets up quickly.
A hot breath blew out of the cleavage of teething, hovering the colors of confusion and hatred. It drips blood from the left wrist, but the blood flow rises to the limit and causes it to go out to tinnitus. As the spare grin earlier lied, Stayle looked down with her jaw high on her angrily painted complexion.
Wrapping a burning black hegemony around his body, the style just scorches his pitch-black eyes from behind his glasses. He let it strain from muscle to blood vessel and slightly stretched his shoulders just for the feeling of heat rising from the inside out without daring to change his gaze.
And finally, to Adam, who still kneels lower than himself, slowly crawls his lower voice to the ground to put his emotions on.
"Don't think (...) can beat me at about (...) degrees (...) of (...)?
Sharper than a blade, killer in the chest.