"You did it, Torque"
Speak from the backup seat to Torque, where Almark returns from the game.
"I'm afraid so. I can't believe we really used that method of warfare back then."
He's a special fighting opponent like Ficke, so I guess he switched torque a little too.
Torque, however, wiped his sweat and glanced at him not happily.
"Zamaya. I've struggled."
Leaving that to say, I'm going back to the Galeins.
"Sure, Ficke's been an unusual fighter for a long time."
Nelson says.
"I didn't imitate jumping when I got there."
"It felt like a method of warfare for torque."
Almark nods.
"Disrupting with speed and jump without standing properly in the front"
"Ain't no wisdom."
Nelson blushes.
"He's the one who can't eat."
"You're still going through a lot."
Almark looked at the support seats on one set of sides.
Ain't getting himself up and directing something to the next player.
"It's them. Fight with dignity."
"Well, the operation is a companion to the battle. It's not like I'm cowardly. Still, Torque won."
Beyond what Almark is doing to Nelson, Galein slowly moves up to the playing field.
"Galeinee!!"
The voices of the Norish from the backup seats. To my surprise, I even hear a quiet lilty voice.
I guess I won a good one first and the girls I'm rooting for are getting more motivated too.
"Come on, Galaine's next. We're here for you."
"Ouch. Gallanie! Go on!
Galain raises his hand lightly to the Almarks with his usual invincible laughter.
"Oh, I'm not nervous"
"I think Galaine's unchanged look is quite a burden to them."
The opponent, like Ficke earlier, is a skinny boy.
"Don't give me a pair of thin ones."
and Leido.
"Right. Didn't change much earlier."
Almark also agrees with Nelson's words.
Indeed, the way big Galein and his skinny opponents face each other is not much different from the earlier Torque and Ficke matches.
"What kind of guy is he?"
"Uh, I've never been in the same class as him. Sure..."
"Larps."
Leila answered from behind.
"I was in the same class last year, but I wasn't very good at martial arts."
"Right. Then don't let Galain win."
To Nelson's words, Leila puts her neck up.
"But maybe Ein has a second idea."
"He can't eat."
While we're talking about that, Galein and Larps' names in the center of the game field are introduced, and the two join their sword tips.
"Introduction!"
Bowen's beginnings hanging.
Along with that voice, Galein stuffed the time at once.
Suddenly, I punch a heavy poke into the larps.
Larps manages to take it in a hip-pulled position, but Galein keeps pounding out in a row.
Not as powerful as torque, but nevertheless a heavy series of attacks, hunting Larps down.
Although Larps on the other hand manages to outrun him, he's in no strange condition whenever he gets punched in the torso.
"Nice one, Galain!!"
Nelson screams.
"Keep it up!!"
As if held back by that word, Galein does not loosen the hand of the attack.
Larps' body flutters to the right to the left in Galein's intense attack, retreating without force.
Even from the audience, cheer for Galain's resolute rush.
"Galaine, no!!"
Yellow cheers also fly from the girl in the backup seat.
Galein's attack continues.
The blunt sound of a sword bumping into the martial arts arena.
It seems that Galein, who continues to strike lightly and intensely without changing his expression, looks slightly different from the audience's eyes. A twitch occurs.
Raps, on the contrary, has never been able to attack this far, so much so with his defense. I only avoid decision hitting, but several dangerous hits plunder my protective gear.
Galein exhales roughly.
Galein continues to attack.
Open your mouth wide as you punch a poke.
Almark, who was watching how it went, was accidentally driven by a bad feeling.
View Ain for a pair of backup seats.
Ain't still watching the game with a thin grin on his mouth.
Yeah, I knew this was what he assumed.
Almark thought.
Then, not good.
"Galain, make up your mind!
Almark screamed.
We can still make it. Keep up the momentum and push it out.
"Don't let them get away with it, make up your mind here at once!
It was too late to notice. There is no room for me to go back.
Hearing that voice, Ain saw Almark.
Ain's eyes are laughing. You've noticed well. That's what I'm talking about.
Galein has set up a fierce assault without having to be told by Almark.
Larps, don't rely on it, take it.
Scratch.
Also take it.
No matter how many times Galain strikes, relax.
Take it. Take it.
It doesn't hit.
"He looks bad."
Finally Nelson realizes the discomfort and raises his voice.
"Wouldn't it work if we just did the defense?
Almark nods.
"I'm sure you've been practicing specializing in that. Like Ficke just now."
"Huh?"
"It's an operation against Galein. of Galaine's weakness…"
From the side of Almark, Galein's movements become visibly dull.
Seeing it as an easy target to give, Tsuke began to come here and get out, who had been attacking indifferently.
"I was targeted for lack of endurance."
"That's why I said I'm going to bat early!
Nelson shakes his head.
"So you're saying it was a long shot from the start?
Almark nods at Nelson's words.
Even if I stopped Galein when I realized it, it would have already been too late with that much drain already.
I stepped on the possibility that it would be more likely to push with momentum than that, but Larps was better at defending himself than I expected.
Torque or Nelson would have beaten it, but Galein's technology was a little short.
"Is Larps because he's physically fit? But it's called Ficke earlier, do you have someone that's just so convenient to you?
Almark glances at Ain.
"But it was now, I mean"
"Ein's guy, you mean you were reading the order over here"
Almark nods.
Each one of us somehow knows who will be in the game with his own group. But reading them all to that order as well as who gets out is not a big deal, and the danger is great when you take them off as you expected.
But still, didn't Ein do it?
I felt that way about Almark.
"I don't know what to do. That's him."
Nelson looks at Ain and puts on his face.
That's when Ain screamed.
"Larps!"
Larps turns to offense for the first time, as if that voice was a signal.
I couldn't decide.
Galein was already completely out of breath.
Larps' attack, as he did on defense, was imperative, but he comes at Galein's torso precisely. We still have plenty of room for strength.
"Galaine!"
Torque screamed for the first time in this game.
"This is the right place, come on!
Galein nods with a sweaty face and pulls his jaw.
My eyes are not dead yet.
After that, it's a battle of strength.
Galein prevents Larps from attacking powerless.
Two, three degrees.
But now Larps can't stop attacking.
Though unscrupulous, I'm typing in a row trying to decide on a battle here.
"Yes, make up your mind here, Larps! Don't let him rest!
Ain screams.
Galein's leg is attacked.
"Galaine!"
Torque screams again.
Hearing that voice, Galain remembers.
Yesterday, Torque and Deg and the three of us made a covert promise.
It's only when it's hard that you don't go into defense and attack.
Galaine stood still.
"There is!
With temper roll out the thrust of your body.
"Nice."
Almark raised his voice unexpectedly.
It was such a good poke with a low back.
But before I could poke him, my leg snapped again.
The poking track deviates.
Larps' sword, which crisscrossed it, struck Galein's torso.
"Until then!
Bowen's voice sounded.
Larps poked his arm up, and Galein looked up to heaven.
From the audience, big applause.
"... I don't have a choice. Galaine worked hard."
Nelson applauds.
"Right. The last poke was a good one."
Almark also claps, nodding.
This is not a battlefield.
Just because you lose doesn't mean anything about Galein is lost.
"It's okay. We're still winning and losing, and Wendy's next."
Wendy softly touches her hand as she walks over Galein's shoulder as she nods and pulls up.
"Good day. I'm sorry to hear that, Galaine."
Galein took a rough breath, nagging.
"I'm sorry, Wendy. I can't. I didn't hit him at all, and he ran out of health on the way."
Wendy shook her head gently. Point behind Galein.
"Look, look."
Galaine looks back as she drips her sweat.
At the tip of Wendy's finger, in a pair of backup seats, he was dripping sweat like a smiling larps flowing from his entire body as he was greeted by the Ains.
"... until just now, so much sweat"
Galein groans unexpectedly and looks at Wendy.
"I've been moving around fine."
"That's all you've been attacking. It's not that easy. He was desperate too."
Wendy said with a calm face.
"Winning or losing is luck then. Galaine, you can only be proud of yourself for the amount of his sweat"
And tighten your face tightly.
From a serene face like an angel of mercy to a warrior's face, so beautiful and brave that Galein could be seen by accident.
"Look. Until your minute, because I will win."