Torque faces Ficke with his sword.
Ficke, with a tight look, lets his sword hang out and face the torque.
This guy sure......
Torque recalls.
In practice, I've seen a lot of strange moves.
Be careful.
Torque gently sticks out his sword to try.
Ficke flies it out.
Will it stick a little more?
Torque stepped in and stuffed the time, poking out even more.
And suddenly Ficke disappeared.
Ficke was jumping heavily diagonally forward with the sword of the torque deliberately.
"Fast"
Unexpectedly Almark squeaks.
From that position, which became the blind spot of the torque, he protrudes his sword in the air.
Torque reacted to it at once and struck down the sword.
Ficke does not chase deeply, but quickly distances as he lands.
The audience seat boiled.
Because all of a sudden an acrobatic flashy offense popped up.
"Torque has responded well."
Almark impresses me.
"If you get hit to that extent, don't forgive me."
Nelson responds to that.
"The strength of the torque is not like that."
The two of us facing each other again.
Ficke waves his sword hanging out again.
Torque won't poke from me this time, but wait.
Ficke slowly begins to circle around the torque to the right.
Keep the torque calm and don't show any gaps in the fiction.
"The torque has worked. I don't think I can find a place to hit you just by spinning around."
To Almark's words, Nelson nods.
"Let's assemble the attack and find a gap. Uh. I wonder if Ficke can do that."
Ficke finally circles around the torque, unable to reach out.
The stiffness in the audience becomes greater.
And suddenly Ficke jumped again.
Beat a blow into the torque's torso as he jumps diagonally forward.
When the torque prevents this with a sword, Ficke lands as he lays low and releases a powerful thrust to stretch out of it.
Torque recieves this with a sword again, but is powerful and plunders his protective equipment without flushing.
"You're a strong poker."
Nelson sounds surprised.
"With such a thin arm"
"I'm hitting him with my whole body weight on it."
says Almark.
"I use my body well."
Ficke releases his thrust continuously as it is, but as he prevents it, he gradually gets his torque in shape.
Clearly there is room for the way the poke is received.
Don't lick it, with that degree of poking.
Torque unleashed a fierce thrust as he did as he ravished off Ficke's thrust.
Although Ficke managed to twist himself away, it was an intense thrust that would change the martial arts field air in one blow.
From the audience, a sigh leaks that impresses me.
Torque stayed put and came forward.
It releases a series of intense thrusts that the wind-cut sound is likely to reach the audience.
Now Ficke is on the defensive side.
"If we meet from the front properly, we're not the enemy of Torque."
Say as if Reido is relieved.
"Right."
Almark snorts, but doesn't loosen his expression.
"But being alarmed..."
While desperately preventing torque attacks, there is some looseness in Ficke's expression.
Maybe that's it if they say it's the look of birth, but it still looks like there's room for that face like it ate someone.
and Ficke leaped up again with a flash of torque.
"Whoa."
A sudden jump to the point where Nelson accidentally raised his voice.
Leaping the body, but only the right hand with the sword remains on the front of the torque.
Torque suddenly left only his sword and no longer had the enemy in front of him, and he looked at him for a moment.
Ficke lands at the diagonal back of the torque as he twists his body so that his right hand is axial and laterally rotated in the air.
"Danger!!"
Screaming also comes from the two groups of girls in the audience.
Ficke punches a torque torso.
"Chi."
Torque tried to throw his body to the ground and squirted it in a critical way, and rose up one spin.
Ooh, the twist occurs, and a beat is made to applaud the two offenses.
"Torque!!"
Nelson screams out loud at the torque he gets up.
"You stay with me! You can't lose like that!
Torque crooked his face, chipping and pounding his tongue.
Ugh. Shut up and watch.
Torque now came forward from himself.
I knew this guy would make it hard to do whatever he wanted.
Roll out the poke, under intense pressure.
If you can jump, jump.
To that continuous attack, Ficke will again be on the defensive side.
Without grasping the timing to jump, as earlier, he is hunted down.
"Good. I can't jump because I'm angling it from the top and poking it down."
To Almark's words, Nelson nods.
"He's surprisingly good at details like that, not just power."
Try jumping. Whoa. Jump like you just did.
Torque keeps pressuring and the room disappears from Ficke's face.
"If we keep this up, we don't have to decide anymore"
It was when Almark shrugged like that.
"Ficke!!"
I heard a voice coming through a lot.
It's from a set of backup seats.
"It's Ain."
Nelson mutters the name of the Lord of Voices.
"Fool, don't be honest with me!
With that said, Ain waves his hands wide from top to bottom.
Ficke reacted immediately to the word.
Follow Ain's word, low profile.
It's like, getting low enough to crawl down the ground.
We lose sight of where we hit, and the torque attack stops for a moment.
At that moment, Ficke jumped big.
A big twist rises from the audience at that too high.
Ficke jumped straight over the head of the torque and landed behind it.
"Chi."
By the time Torque turned around, Ficke was already in his next leap.
Like jumping diagonally, a blow. Torque receives it with a sword.
sounds dull.
When Torque turned to Ficke again, it was Ficke's calf that entered his sight.
"Flew over again!!"
Morgen screams.
Ficke jumped over the head of the torque again and behind him.
"That's not magic, you're doing it yourself. Wow, that's athletic."
Nelson makes a shocked voice.
"But it's not good. I can't keep up with the torque."
says Almark.
In fact, Torque's reaction to Ficke's leap as if it were a circus group is slowing.
Repeating Ficke leaps and attacks. Torque's defense is running out of time.
Ficke then leaps towards the left diagonal rear of the torque, full.
farthest position from the right hand with the sword. The biggest blind spot in Torque's attack.
Torque twists the body.
If you twist your body from there, you won't make it anymore.
Ficke was convinced of the victory.
"Ficke!!"
I hear Ain screaming.
Ficke finds himself uncomfortable there for the first time.
Though I am about to land at the left diagonal rear of the torque, furthest from the sword of the torque.
That torque sword is right in front of me.
Why not?
This guy, no way.
Ficke realizes his deadly overlook.
This guy, sometime, give me the sword.
Cold things flow through Ficke's back.
From right hand to left hand, switching hands.
Torque's face distorted with a vicious smile.
With each rotation of the body, with a sword in his left hand, he decides to pierce the torso of the Ficke in the air.
Ficke's thin body is bounced off as it is, along with the dull sound of dozens.
Heh.
Torque smiled at Kaishin.
I'm obsessed with flying around, and I've seen a lot of them on hand. I won't take care of them.
The sound of Ficke's body being tapped to the ground.
Ah.
Torque thought as he heard the sound.
That would make it to this level, don't hit it.
Turn your shoulders slowly.
If it were true, I would have done this to Almark's bastard that day.
"Until then!
Bowen's well-traveled voice echoed the martial arts field.