When Almark wiped his tears violently, he waved his sword to check its length and weight.
Gizalte distorts her mouth when she hears a sharp wind cut that does not seem to have been shaken by the child.
"Using a sword?"
That said, I saw Almark repeated the gesture twice or three times.
"With a sword, you can beat me."
I didn't say that.
Almark finishes checking the product and looks back at Gizarte.
"But I still thought it was more of a threat to your life."
Hmm.
Gizalte snorted.
I was kind enough to tell you to do it from the beginning.
That's right.
Almark nodded.
Take Gizalte's sword and find out.
I can't use magic with a sword.
I've never tried to use both swords and magic in a battle before.
But it turns out that's impossible.
Fight Gizarte with a sword.That extreme concentration. At the same time, Almark couldn't afford to practice magic.
When you wave a sword or use magic.In each of them, there was a feeling that another part of myself was moving.You might be able to play with it, but Almark couldn't do a dexterity imitation that uses magic alongside the sword when his life was in danger.
But you don't have to teach Gizarte that.
He may still use his magic.If it was possible for Gizarte's sword tip to be blunt at all by alerting him, there was no hand not to use it.
"I survive."
Almark murmured.
By saying that, I felt that everything else was falling out of my body.
Survive.
Yes, the answer was always simple.
That's how I survived.
On the battlefield that day, on the journey.
Even in the winter mansion.
"You've stopped playing magician shit."
In Gizalte's words, Almark bows his neck.
Well, I don't know.
I dared say so. But I wasn't lost anymore.
Almark took a step forward when he stood up for the sword.
The sword was slightly different in weight and length from his partner's sword.But have you ever said that on the battlefield, you can't fight because you have different things?
Use anything you can.
That was my father's teaching.
The cut on Gizalte's shoulder was painful.
The more you concentrate, the pain will be gone, but the next time you come back, the pain will be several times greater.
It won't be long before we can fight with all our might.
Unlike the last battle, it was Almark who had to hurry to settle.
But Gizalte didn't get that electric shock properly enough to be intact.
The chances of winning are always ahead.
So I decided to go ahead.
Almark took a step further.
I won't hesitate anymore.
Come on, kid.
Gizalte invites you.
I'll see how prepared you are.
And Gizareth lifted his sword to the height of his chest in an oblique position.
I wonder if you're willing to die as a mercenary.
I'm not ready for that.
Almark answers and takes another step.
"I'm not dying."
Ha.
Gizalte laughed and put her weight forward and leaned forward.
At that moment, the sense of intimidation increases.
Tension as if a narrowed bow had been placed in front of Almark.
From this position Gizalte crushes the distance with arrow-like stepping.
Concentrate.
Almark tells himself.
I survive. [M]
With that simple decision, Almark also saw what he had not seen before.
Gizalte's body is shaking slightly.
Axis shatter is not matched by mercenaries who move quickly and supplely.
It's a very small thing, but it tells of Gizalte's damage.
I don't know if there is a concept of fatigue in the life of a slumber who has been resurrected from bone fragments.Perhaps as long as the magician's magic lasts, he can move without losing his breath.
But now Gizalte was certainly not an intact Gizalte.
Gizalte's body shakes.
This is what Almark, as a magician, fought and grabbed from the front against Gizarte.
This year's achievements at my college. [M]
I don't think Almark is small.
But that was the limit.
From here on out, I'll burn everything in my life.Otherwise, we will not survive.
"You've changed your eyes."
Gizalte said.
"Until now, I was wondering if you'd like to play games."
"Don't be alarmed, silver."
Almark answers.
"You know my strength with a sword."
It was a lie. Words that Almark would never say in a normal way.
But I decided to use all of them and hit them all.
"Dull."
Gizalte laughed. The body swayed slightly again.
Almark takes another step forward.
Gizalte also slipped forward on the deck with her raw feet.
And they stopped at the same time.
From there, we can't keep each other alive.
Gizalte did not tread in as recklessly as he did against the sorcerer Almark.
"What's wrong?"
Gizalte said, keeping her leaning forward.
"Come on."
I'm coming.
Almark answers.
"When it's time to go."
Almark crushed Gizalte's whole body.
Don't miss out on any small shakes or rashes.
At the same time as that incredible concentration, I was not able to practice magic.
Gizalte's body swayed slightly.
At that moment, Almark stepped in.
At the same time, Gizalte stepped in.
The speed was higher for Gizalte.Almark's sword grasped the slash that came at the same time as he stepped in.
When the sharp sound of the collision between the forged metals sounded, the next slash was already flying.
Almark grabbed the sword desperately while he was under control.
As soon as you get two or three rounds, Al Mark's posture starts to improve.
Almark's counter-attack. Gizalte takes it annoying.
Each time the two slashes alternated and the metal sounds sounded, Almark's slash speed began to win.
The Gizalte's slash axis is slightly unstable, probably because of the damage.This delays the speed of return.
Due to the difference in slashing speed, Almark gradually gained an advantage.
"Chi."
Gizalte's tongue, but his mouth is distorted by a sneer.
Fine. We have to do this.
Suddenly Gizarte changed the rhythm of his defense.
The dagger that was aiming for the neck began to draw a relentless trajectory.
Arms, stomach, legs. Quickly attacked, Almark twisted his face and swallowed his teeth.
A strange rush from the difference in experience.
Almark couldn't handle it.They take the lead and start turning to the defense again.
Gizalte, who was aiming at her stomach and arm, shook her sword for the first time.Unable to take it, blood splashes out of Almark's cheeks.
"Ku"
Almark groaned.
I don't feel pain in my shoulder now.But when this defense is finished, the pain will come to an end.
You can't win a long fight.
It was an irreversible reality.
This is the only place to burn your life.
Almark is convinced.
It could be called a raw sense of smell, cultivated on the battlefield.
Almark did not retreat.Even in defense, do not take time to regain your posture, stay on the spot and keep fighting.
On several occasions, Gizalte's sword blurred his body, but Almark did not take a step back and waved his sword.
That gave Gizalte a slight doubt.
Even if this kid stops and fights like this, it's obvious that my sword will kill him anyway.
But this kid won't leave.
If it had been just a strange enemy, Gizalte wouldn't have bothered.
However, the opponent was not a child, but a warrior who slashed himself.Sword arms and runners are separated from children.I am not a person who does not understand his disadvantages. And yet, I'm not retreating.
You're hiding something.
Gizalte saw Almark's face.
Those eyes are still alive.The fighting spirit has not disappeared.
The eyes of a human who has abandoned himself to death have become rotten.But his eyes aren't.I still have something to scratch.
Almark's body staggered in Gizalte's fierce blow.
Fine.
Gizarte distorts his mouth.
I'll slash you with every hope you have.
Almark's sword barely captured Gizalte's swinging slash.
Severe shock, Al Mark's feet finally hanging back.
But the Gizalte of the Battle of the Hundreds understood.
You stepped back deliberately.
For a moment, Almark's eyes were filled with a different light than the warrior's.
Look, they're here.
Gizarte knew the light.
That's the coward's eye. The magician's eyes.
Gizalte swallows her teeth for the next magical shock.
This guy finally became a magician.
You can't win because you're doing such a halfway house.He dies without being strong.
Almark glittered at Gizarte's feet.
There you are.
Gizalte stood up.
If I knew you were coming, I wouldn't be surprised.
Die.
It was that moment. Gizalte saw it.
Almark's eyes sparkle like a flame.
That light.
The eyes of a warrior.
Gizarte realizes his mistakes instantly.
I saw it wrong.
Almark ran into her body like a bump.
It's like putting life on your sword.
Almark's sword was as good as willful as Gizalte's sword, which he tried to prevent.
Those lost eyes are the eyes of a man called the “Fang of Shadow” that remains in Gizalte's memory.
Even if he rots, he's his son.
Almark hit Gizalte like he hit his body.
The sword penetrated deeply through Gizalte's belly.