In the end, after three more rearrangements, the duel finally began when Almark, who became faceless as if he were a mask, stared at the extended tongue battle between the two with steely patience and said at the end of the day pompous and "beginning".
The game, once it started, was quite a high level with just two of the best in the elementary, Polois and Garrell in the middle.
The fierce offense still appeared to have some minutes on the elderly garrel, though.
Garrell's fierce thrust blurs Poloise's protective gear and makes a dull noise.
"I hit it!
Garrell takes the time as he screams.
"I would have hit it now"
"I didn't hit it"
Almark shakes his head.
"I just scratched it."
"Are you watching this right?"
My entourage, Morphis, absurds his voice.
"This is why amateurs"
"I didn't hit it. Almark's right."
Coren, who was watching with his arms around him, also raises his voice.
"I just faked my protective gear. I didn't hit the core of my body. That kind of thing doesn't work."
"Reason of your own accord"
Morpheus rolls himself out in a whimsical manner, but Garrell raises his hand and controls his people.
"No, fine. Morphis. I'll lend this one to him."
"On loan?
Polois peels his eyes off.
"I've already seen what he's capable of. I'll let him decide next in a way he can't make any excuses."
To Garrell's words, Morphis hits his tongue and pulls back.
"You're too generous, Garrell."
"Okay. Go on."
Almark speaks up and the duel resumes.
Garrell, as he said himself, attacked him abruptly.
Polois became a party to the war.
"Whoa, that's good, Garrell!
Morphis cheers.
Coren watches the battle silently.
Are you measuring the rhythm of the two offenses by tapping the ground with the occasional toenails?
Almark figured out that Polois' eyes on Garrell's attack were targeting him for a chance to fight back.
Poloise, you're drawing someone in.
The arrow tip that Almark thought so, the poke of Polois who sent Garrell's attack, captured Garrell's torso nicely.
"Until then"
Almark raised his voice.
"The poking of the polois has been decided. The first one is Polois' win."
"Guru."
Garrell groans.
That was just a blow I had no excuse for.
Polois exhales, looks at Garrell's face and laughs.
"This is what I'm talking about in a way that I can't excuse."
"Damn. Dastardly"
Garrell squeaks.
He seemed to have just said with regret, and there was no specific mention of what was cowardly.
"Never mind, Garrell"
Morphis slaps his hand and inspires his people.
"They just took one yet. I can take it right back."
"Whatever."
Answer that, and Garrell strains his chest, too.
"Okay, second one. Put your sword together."
Almark directs, and the two align their sword tips.
"Second bottle, beginning..."
"Now it's just a pastime. My true strength will be gradually revealed."
"Hmm. It just looks like he showed his horse leg early on in the first bottle."
"Oh, you talk every single bottle."
Two people see him at the same time in Almark's words, but Almark gets annoyed and encourages him to talk by hand.
"I don't care, go on."
Polois coughs up and regains his mind.
"Let's hope you don't lose your mind without waiting for the third one."
Garrell snorts at Polois' words.
"Remind me alone tonight in my room of how embarrassing that sentiment is."
"Soak it up"
"Hmm."
Almark looked at the two faces alternately, decided they were not going to open their mouths anymore, and then gave instructions again.
"Second bottle, introduction"
The second was whether Garrell learned to fail earlier, did not proactively step forward, and became a quiet rise.
With the help of it, the pace of Polois' attack gradually increases.
A flowing triple strike from Poloise's once-in-a-lifetime steps.
It was brilliant, too, but so was Garrell, who wiped it all clean as he moaned his body.
"Ooh."
Unexpectedly Almark speaks up as well.
"Nice one, Garrell!
Morphis screams, and Polois groans "come" when he is sent an attack he is good at.
Garrell's counterattack with a frightened poloise gap dictated Poloise's torso.
"Until then!
Almark speaks up and stops the two of them.
"The second one is Garrell's win."
"Shit."
Polois looks up to heaven as he breathes with his shoulders.
"You're dirty."
He seemed to have just said it with regret, and there was no specific mention of what was dirty.
"All right, that's good."
Morphis slaps Garrell on the shoulder.
"Make up your mind all at once."
"Oh."
Garrell nods too.
"After all, justice is here."
"Don't be silly"
Polois is disgusting.
"I'm sure it's still one-on-one."
"Exactly, Polois."
Coren speaks up.
"Strength is mutual. It's no big deal because you're older. Watch your opponent move."
"Uhm."
Polois nodded.
"Well, let's have a third one."
Almark speaks up.
The two wipe their sweats and face each other.
"Put your swords together"
The two align their sword tips.
"Third bottle"
"You'd be wondering if you could beat me. That will take your life."
"Well, you think I care if you win? You're also taking a break from jokes. It just shows the natural consequences."
"From now on, you will be beaten to the consequences. The battle has already begun. It's too late to tell me what I didn't do."
"I'll return the words to you just like that. I hope you have enough weight to accept the results."
……
Almark waited silently for the two rewards.
Eventually, the two of you,
"Hmm."
"Crap."
Shut up and say something like that, and there Almark finally makes the decree of initiation.
"Third bottle, introduction"
"You've got a way of doing it."
It also reached Almark's ear that Coren said that and laughed.