Almark and Ghizarte face each other with their own swords.
Even though we are still in far between until the distance that each other's swords reach, we stop there and do not pack any further distances.
The reason for this is obvious to Ghizarte.
Because we know it's dangerous if we get closer to each other than that.
The true summit of Gizarte's sword moves lies in the speed of its steps.
Slowly walk over to the outside of the intermission and then accelerate to the highest speed in an instant. Slash them as they jump into their nostalgia.
Gizalte sees Almark's sword moves as characteristic in its slippage. As shown earlier in the battle, the target's attack is overshadowed and deflected, making the subsequent counterattack terribly smooth.
If Almark comes any closer and makes it to Gizalte, Gizalte can zero that time in an instant with a step in.
Conversely, if Gizarte comes any closer himself, Almark will step in at the same time, and he will be attacked before Gizarte's stepping speed can take advantage of him.
Each good intermission is subtly different, but both measure twitching and distance as you put the other person in between.
Decision-hitting each other is hard.
For a while, silent distance measurements continue.
But it was clear that if it was a long battle, it would disadvantage Gizarte.
My men have already been wiped out and there is no reinforcement.
On the contrary, Almark has at least that inexperienced sorcerer's side.
While dealing with this guy, the sorcerer's opponent just can't do it.
Gizarte judges calmly.
Then I can't be doing this long.
We just have to change the way we fight.
… go.
Bad, and Gizarte crossed the line.
I couldn't help but wonder what the delicate measure of distance had been.
Expose yourself to Almark's time.
Almark barely steps in and showers a sword, but there was only a moment before the sudden advance of Ghizalte.
Sweet.
Ghizalte didn't fly back.
I got a distance. There, yeah.
It's my distance.
Gizarte stepped in at once.
From Almark, I should have felt like Gizalte had already been jumped into nostalgia the moment he thought he pulled back.
I'm the better runner.
I got it.
An awesome velocity slash is released from Gizarte's right hand. It's much faster than Delane's whirlwind-like axe slaughter earlier.
Convinced of the victory, that blow was held back, however, along with the high metal noise.
"Become"
Unexpectedly speaking. Almark's long sword was swept away from Gizarte's sword.
We were stuck in time and at a breathtaking distance from each other.
Ghizalte could clearly see every single facial expression muscle on Almark's face, even the hairline that grows on his skin.
I have eyes on Almark for a moment.
In the next moment, they didn't have to fly to each other, they were making an intermission.
Looking into Almark's eyes, Gizarte understood.
This guy is not cowering at all.
In its eyes, there was no anger, no colour of fear.
But when it comes to enjoying the fight purely like Delane, or not.
Those eyes are, like, yes...
Suddenly, now Almark has inexorably stepped in.
Ghizalte's reaction is slightly delayed.
Barely takes a strong slaughter.
The moment I received it, I thought, Almark's sword moved to jump, aiming at Gizarte's neck. When I scratched it, a slash flew this time aiming at my shoulder from another angle.
Don't get on with it.
Take it with your sword, pack the distance and hit your body hard.
Physical difference between adults and children.
Almark happened to be bounced backwards.
Almark quickly regains his posture, although there is still cuteness if even a fall with it.
Blood is flowing from its mouth, but no light in its eyes has been lost.
Gizarte makes another mistake by pulling in a sword of pursuit he's about to put out.
"Cute, kid."
Unexpectedly, words like that come out of my mouth.
Almark, with the same strange eyes as before, packs a twist and an intermission.
Damn it.
Ghizalte poisons in his heart.
Surviving is really a bone breaking task.
They live for granted every day. These people can't tell.
Ghizarte summons the remaining power in his body.
You can't stay calm.
If you don't leave the part to your instincts, the reaction won't follow.
"The kid!
Screaming, packing the distance at once. The timing was perfect next time. As he enters Almark's pocket, he takes a special slash on his neck muscle.
I won.
Almark will take the slaughter once in a while. Now firmer than just now.
"Why do you take it, teh hah!!"
Don't fly screaming.
"I just learned"
Gizarte opens her eyes to Almark's words.
Almark has stuffed the time all at once. Stepping in, fast.
The first and second blows were barely taken. The third strike had a feeling I couldn't take it myself.
So much so that Almark's slaughter was intense.
Gizarte, deeply torn open in the chest, finally came to think of it there.
I don't have that experience, so I didn't get an idea there right away.
Since the battle began, the eyes look at Almark's Gizarte.
That's right.
That was, like.
It was like a student taking a class.
For this guy, me too...
Gizarte recalls the words of Almark earlier.
"Mercenary Gizarte. I will defeat you with respect."
Learn to be a mercenary, it was a living material.
The slaughter of Almark's return further chops Ghizalte.
Go, genius swordsman.
Gizarte thought.
No matter how strong you are, no matter how blessed you are with your talents, all you walk is Shura's way.
At the last moment, Gizarte felt herself laughing.