Almark rushes down the slope at an alarming rate. In that footsteps, Jarranon looked back, holding Eldo aside.
Slightly smaller than a human adult, its body is covered with brown hair. The monocular eye moved with glimpse, capturing Almark's appearance.
As you can see from walking without bitterness with a child in one hand, Jarannon's arm strength is unimaginably strong from that stature.
Above all, it's the hardened, long nails on both hands that should be guarded. Not sharp enough to cut things, but powerful as a spike weapon.
Almark purposefully thrust into Jarranon with a sound. Swing the branches in your hand into this lookout.
Of course this is just a branch of a tree with nothing of any kind that I just broke, but Almark swayed it as if it were a great weapon.
Advice, Jarranon roars low and throws Eldo to the ground, standing with both hands. Operation successful. Eldo, thrown out on the ground, was seen wandering small.
Almark stopped in the position just before Jarranon's nails reached him.
Set up tree branches just like a sword.
Jarranon comes stuffing his stiffness and intermission as he tries to make his sharp nails look like Almark. You're on guard, you don't imitate suddenly coming in.
Torque was starting to descend the slopes as of late in an attempt to help Eldo now. But I can't run down as fast as Almark can.
Torque thought you should keep Jarranon engaged. Keep twitching and pulling away from Eldo.
But Almark betrayed Torque's expectations and moved himself.
From a quick step, wiggle the branches of the tree to rub it up from the bottom, hitting Jarannon's jaw once in a while. Jarranon can't react at all to the speed of that blow. He raises his anger and waves his nails, but Almark quickly distances himself and turns it away.
I thought, I stepped in again, and now I slap Jarannon's jaw on the sidelines. Blood drips from Jarannon's mouth.
You're still a little bit different, Almark thought. If it was my favorite long sword, I would have ended up flying around my neck with the first blow. But this guy is surprisingly tough on blows.
Jarannon was now raising his anger and waving his claws around his hands, aiming for Almark. But Almark won't even let that fierce attack touch his body. Even in a hard to move robe, the body technique is overwhelming.
An attack creates a gap there. Whenever Jarranon waved his nails, Almark thumped the branches of the tree against Jarranon's face and body with it. A man sounds dull as a blow could lead to death, but Jarannon's movements are hard to fade.
Jarranon, however, was lured out by Almark, and the distance was slowly beginning to open from Eldo's falling position. Torque, out of breath, leaned closer to Eldo.
For that matter, the demon looks fine on his own. Torque, who looked more at Almark with that in mind, saw something incredible.
Almark and Jarranon fight, and suddenly another jarranon emerges from the bush just behind them.
"Become..."
Torque was stunned. Almark doesn't look like he's noticed that. They'll pinch me like this.
The torque swung, teething, and shouting.
"Almark!! Behind you!!
Almark turns around. By then, Jarannon behind him was already shaking his nails up.