The "haphazard" hunt began.
Each team takes a separate route, while pursuing a "detachment".
Sometimes, dogs howl and check each other's positions. From our team without a biological dog, Chiharu responds by rocking a tall tree.
"Aim is the spear of the spear!
"Yeah, let's take it on!
The two are intentional.
As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to be a professional "mountain people" support team, if possible.
Well, I guess this is good for the two of us.
Because spiritual power seems to be influenced by one's own temper. Great Jiji is a good example.
My role right now is to focus on my surroundings.
Fortunately, there is a ghost dog Giraud, unaffected by the slopes and the woods. I can explore somewhat more broadly.
On the other hand "detachment".
I was somewhat in a hurry.
He became the feather of another massive raid. Even if it was good, I realized now that there were few escape routes. It was a pleasure.
On track, I might have gotten too close to a human settlement.
(They have control. Not so many heads at a time, but a large number is troublesome, with dogs as well. Hitting it decently is somewhat harsh. Like last time here, good things go around, break through a point and run away?
Look around you.
(uniformly, the siege net is narrowing…. Hmm? Only one place is slow paced. There are few signs of dogs. All right, I got eyes. Flew out of the shadows into the flat and square, using the good scaffolding to advance with help. Let's make a blow and go straight through the front.
I would have thought about that.
But the intention, unfortunately, was conveyed here.
The modus operandi of "haggling" is also shared by everyone through the "big pig" experience.
Alert continued, of course, on the road, but with the expected point of battle approaching, Giraud was given a particularly thoughtful defense.
There was a "detachment" in the darkness near the exit of the square.
This one is about to step into the square and storm it enough.
Use the usual "telepathic something" and give Giraud instructions.
The members of the mushroom step into the square.
"Rigging" was a glimpse of when it was time to jump out.
(They went into the square.... Come here a little more. One of them moved on. You don't have a weapon. The guys behind you don't look strong either. All right, I'm good.
"Haraki" showed himself before us.
Trying to make a run for Thousand Early to stand avant-garde...... stand up.
Giraud, who was spinning around, bit him in the back of the leg.
It's not a thousand years early to miss that gap.
Run in to slide, support your hands on the ground, and rotate your body as you go.
"Leave the dirt! Ascension legs!"
Hippos, no matter how you deal with "Daito," it's indispensable to preach logic.
It is a theory that all body weights and centrifugal forces are used to pay for limbs.
If I eat that one, that will physically blow me off the earth and ascend to heaven.
Firstly do solid damage to the back limb, flying away from the position, approaching again.
To my eyes, it looks like it's moving parallel to the ground.
And stay put, put the momentum of the escape......
"Know mercy! Bodhisattva!"
Full of strength, palm bottom. I was slapped into the dovetail.
I decided not to think about the question of whether there was something pigeon-tailed about "Daito" at this time. It's definitely working because it's a little forward. It is a heart of great mercy, unlikely to be very understandable to folklore like me.
Chiharu, who stopped his leg, took the word further.
"Scent in pure earth is your son's sobriety! Look at that! White Jade Lianhua!"
Rush of punch. Indeed, I see visible traces of fists being beaten in a row. Lotus root rather than lotus hua, it would be impeccable to point out.
Chiharu, who decides on a series of flowing attacks, takes a distance from "detachment".
Even though everything is a solid hit, "detachment" doesn't fall.
On the contrary, he opened his mouth wide and growled as if to intimidate him.
We launched the signal at the same time as Zillow's attack, but it might not have been necessary.
The roar of "detachment" pride that has atrophied the approximate organism.
But it was also wiped out along the way.
And the light bullet emitted by Philia burst into his mouth and scorched his throat.
I don't know the logic well, but it looks that way.
"Gogegahaa! Gehu!" I give a pitiful voice. Seems slightly depressed.
I'm going to pinpoint it and get the most out of it, I can count on Philia's pity now.
Once again, Thousand Early approaches and focuses the attack on the limbs behind the rising "detachment".
But I may have had a slightly lower posture.
"A detachment" is about to shoot down the shaken right forelimb.