Coren made a big mistake.
Drop your hips, lower your center of gravity, and let your sword drip.
In that setup, Almark hisses his inner brow.
There are gaps.
Coren's structure does not have the same solidity as torque at martial arts competitions, for example.
I can punch in from anywhere.
This battle can be fought in an instant.
That's what reason was telling me.
But Almark's reckoning was telling the opposite of danger.
There's something.
Don't step into the woods.
Colen's eyes look at Almark, who doesn't want to move.
You're not coming?
That's what those eyes said.
Then I'll go this way.
loose, and Coren moves.
Sleek and stretched supple limbs move.
Coren moved like a beast jumping on prey.
In an instant, the time is clogged.
Almark shrugged away his tremendous speed thrust.
Coren comes in pursuit in a flowing motion.
The sword makes a wind-cut noise that will cut you off.
Almark's sword barely takes its thrust.
One, two, three, four, five.
Take a standing offense, or recieve it, and Almark turns to counterattack.
At that moment, as I guessed it, Coren didn't fly far behind the diagonal.
Almark's penetration cuts the sky wide.
Fast.
Almark keeps an eye out.
Unusual physical ability.
It's not a ficke ratio.
Compared to anyone we've ever played, it's out of step.
Having made a mistake, Coren slowly circles around Almark as it is.
The structure, once again, is full of gaps.
Where shall we attack from?
Looks like you're thinking about that relaxing.
Now, Almark stepped in.
Stuffing an intermission at once, he releases a sharp thrust into Coren's empty torso.
Coren twisted and twisted it.
Keep going, walk away from Almark with dancing footsteps.
A beast.
Almark was convinced.
It wasn't a mistake that Colen, who had just entered a battle posture, looked like a carnivore.
Exceptional instantaneous power produced from supple limbs.
Unpredictable animal movements.
Looks like a gap full, actually a gap free setup.
Coren has a gift of nature, a strength of wildness.
The exact opposite of Wallis, who sharpens his technology and fights like an on-board play in all his calculations.
But strong.
Even now, I think Morgen beat this boy well.
After all, Morgen's courage is real.
Almark was once again proud of his best friend.
And I have such a strong opponent in such a peaceful country.
That exalted Almark.
That's funny.
Almark feels his cheeks loose.
"Are you laughing, Almark"
Colen said.
"Are you having fun too?"
"Oh."
Almark replied.
"Fun"
Short response.
Tighten your mouth and step in big.
Sharp poke. Coren flickers it.
Almark chased him.
Colen releases a thrust from his collapsed impossibility as he jumps out loud.
Such a bittersweet poke is powerful enough to keep an eye on him and surprise Almark again.
Halted in pursuit, Almark stopped.
And Coren, who jumped out of that position, thrust in so far away.
The wildness instantly corrects the reason for the decision not to arrive.
It arrives.
With its bouncing power and reach, Coren's poking showed incredible stretch.
Because of a flash of delay in judgment, Almark's torso scatters a spark.
"Too bad."
Unexpectedly, Polois speaks up.
"Shit."
The tongue-beaten Coren's eyes were glowing.
"Next time, don't take it off."
Coren begins to circle around Almark again.
I see.
Almark thought.
I'm beginning to understand.
Coren accidentally extended his arm.
A cluttered poke.
Wallis would never attack like this.
Almark steps further as he strikes down Coren's attack with his sword.
To the nostalgia of Coren.
But Coren's movements were quick.
Extend your long left arm, shake off your right hand with Almark's sword, and escape diagonally straight ahead.
As the escaped Almark turned around, Coren had a fun-filled laugh.
"Are you getting serious?
Not answering that word, Almark steps in silently.
Ok.
Almark thought.
This is a hunt.
Coren is a beast, and I'm a hunter.
Then the story is quick.
Coren turns on Almark's poke.
Taking advantage of its length, Coren launches an attack at an unexpectedly unique time from an unreachable location in Almark.
Almark barely scratches.
Coren unleashes an additional attack.
But Almark did not engage in the attack anymore.
Play off the tremendous speeds of thrust, one by one, all with your sword.
I'm used to that speed.
Playing the poke, Almark leaves one step forward. Yet another step.
"Knock."
Almark precedes Coren as if he knew where he was going to land.
Block the beast's escape path.
Almark plays the reflexively rolled Colen poke without difficulty.
It is to be assumed that the stranded beast will strip his fangs.
Still, Coren made a huge jump and escaped from Almark after two more consecutive hits, beyond Almark's expectations.
He got away.
I thought you did.
Almark was also taking a step forward as Coren jumped.
Where you ran away.
Right now, my sword is just a distance away.
That's where this hunt was last pushed.
Almark thrust his whole body out.
That might have seemed like a glimmer of light to Coren.
So much so that it was a perfectly heterogeneous poke from Almark's earlier.
I was too full of killing to show in a game between students.
Battlefield poking.
There is no time to react, and Coren, who has been shot through the middle of his torso, is blown away.
Taken.
I thought so unconsciously.
Then I wandered.
What am I talking about?
You took it?
That's when Almark felt his expression distorted for the first time.
Soon, I realize I was laughing before I even knew it, and I'm stunned.
I accidentally lay down my face.
The exhilaration had disappeared without a trace anymore.
This face should not be shown to Wendy.
Why, I thought so.