"Nah."
Everyone was voided by Drew's change, which was too sudden.
"Mahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Enough magic to be visible has risen from Drew, stopping everyone from moving in surprise.
All I said was that it was a chance in that gap, and Drew, who was holding his knee, raised an odd voice like a beast and shook at Jared.
Jared, pushed down to the ground, hits him in the back, but reflexively slaps his fist in Drew's face. But you don't feel anything, and you punch Jared in the face with your fists once, twice, three times and just revenge.
"Murphy kun!
"Jared!"
My lips are cut, my blood splashes. But Jared hasn't been beaten all the time either. As I stretched my long leg into Drew's back as a horse rider and kicked him in, my fingers moved away from the clothes that were being grabbed. Immediately, throw Drew backwards with just his leg muscle strength.
It was Drew rolling down the ground and away from Jared, but lifting only his face with all the limbs of the beast on the ground without standing up.
Blood-running eyes shot through the Jared's and a short scream came from someone.
It's insane, everyone in this room would have thought.
Needless to say, I can see the side effects of magic amplifiers are coming out. From the perspective of swollen magic and irrational behavior, it's nearly too late.
In an attempt to dissipate magic from now on, it won't be a fundamental solution unless you unplug the pills accumulated in your body. But Jared doesn't have a solution.
"Guys, stay away from me"
Therefore, we just have to do what we can.
"What are we going to do, Jared? He doesn't know when he's gonna blow up anymore, does he?
"So you're going to have to prune about your consciousness before it explodes. I didn't know what would happen if I stayed that way. So get as far away from me as you can."
"Okay. Be careful, my friend."
Nodding to the leading Lars, he shifts his gaze to Laurenz.
"Laurenz! You, protect everyone!
"Don't you have to help?
"I don't mind. Apparently, he's after me, and it would help if he could protect us all. I can't concentrate on fighting when I'm worried about my back."
"Okay. I'll take care of it. I'll protect everyone."
"Thanks"
I thank Laurenz for taking it on, and I see him move to the tour seat on the corner of the training ground.
The tour seats are tightly stretched with defensive walls, so it's safer than leaving the training ground poorly.
"Well, even though we're all leaving, I guess it's because I'm the one after all who's after you for no sign of moving"
I could rub it once, but I don't remember being obsessed. Maybe I did something before I knew it, but I still couldn't think of it.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything that would make me resent you. But if you fight like this, I won't forgive you. I'm sure that'll do you good too."
"Ahhhhhhhh no!
"Is that all you can say, let's have more conversation?
Throwing a provocative word opens Drew's blood-running eyes even wider.
Even this opened his mouth and called Jared's name again and again with a cursely low voice.
And
"I'll kill you. Oh, come on."
With a clear intent to kill, Drew hit Jared again.
When I used my hands and feet to kick the ground, I made a huge jump. But that's a failure. Unless you're so powerful, flying all of a sudden is a bad idea in battle.
It was Drew showing off his distance and height, which I don't think is a human leap, but I don't feel particularly threatened. We just have to move from there, more than we know where we're going to land.
Diving right under the leaping Drew, Jared interferes with the spirits.
When you gain the strength to dedicate the magic you've worked out in your body to the Earth Spirit, you release multiple pieces of dirt toward the back and back of the landed Drew.
A mass of earth relentlessly strikes Drew, adding and subtracting power and speed to keep him from killing as much as possible.
When the magic released from behind the defenseless Drew struck directly, it blew straight ahead and fell to the ground.
"Sorry."
Attacks from the rear are dangerous, but I wasn't willing to relate directly from the front against people who were losing their sanity. I thought if I had a strong impact, I could prune my consciousness, and I did my best to add and subtract and attack.
But...
"Liar, right?
Drew stood up as if nothing had happened, even though he was sure he had taken a mass of dirt behind his head and back to prune his consciousness.
Now he stood firm on two legs, not like a beast, but like a human being. As usual, I don't think Drew's appearance as he walks toward Jared, staring with his blood-running eyes is damaging.
I think Jared may have made too many additions and subtractions, but I immediately reconsider that it's not the same.
Even though a person's body has had enough shock to blow, it's weirder to be flat.
"Maybe you don't feel the pain?
No reply. But Jared's predictions were close to certainty.
The side effects of magic amplifiers are enormous. It has the side effect of losing your sanity and the effect of increasing your magic by the time it becomes unusual. Pain, no. It's no wonder you don't feel it anymore.
When that happens, we have to take a rougher way.
Jared once pounds his tongue, now he hits Drew from himself.
When he kicked the ground and fleshed, he slapped his fist at the unharmed part of the body called the steeple. A slight sense of broken bones conveyed to his hands, definitely powerful enough to do too much damage, but Drew remains on the bar without moving off the spot just because he doesn't care about being beaten or anything else.
Even though I punched him with this, he never moved a step this time. Even if you don't feel the damage, there should have been a few shocks. Despite this, I find it creepy on Drew, who doesn't even move.
It's horribly quiet now, despite calling Jared's name earlier on.
Once at a distance and trying to ask how things were going, Drew grabbed Jared's hand powerfully.
"- Huh"
The pain runs on my grabbed left arm.
A power that did not seem like a human grip was put in, and a distressed voice spilled out of Jared. Drew's power is so strong that he falls into the illusion that his arms are tightened with all his might.
Having taken magic amplifiers, I don't know why my physical abilities are rising this way, and the question arises as to whether I really used magic amplifiers in Jared's brain.
I never thought I might be using something more.
But I was also certain Drew's magic powers were visibly amplified.
He even felt the pain run further into his arm and if he did poorly, he would break it. Jared slapped his fist in Drew's face, but it didn't even tickle him.
"Fuck you!
Continued, to Drew, who eats fists twice, three, and four times but is flat, the damned alike, Jared cleverly jumped on the spot and kicked his right leg around his face like a spring.
Drew's body floated in the universe with a kicked recoil, and when he felt the restraint on his grabbed left arm weakened, besides, he twisted his body and kicked it again, now tapping it into his abdomen.
Drew, completely out of hand, now rolls down the ground.
Freshly dusty, rolling a few times, he still stood up flat to see if he was in pain.
And look at Jared, do it, and laugh.
Reduce the distance with your big crotch, squirt Drew reaching out to grab Jared, and respond with a fist and kick if you find a gap.
Even if Drew isn't feeling the damage, it should always build up in his body. Then eventually the limit will come to the body. But I have no idea when that will be.
Driven by the urge to use witchcraft to fight, Jared's use of witchcraft specializes in attacks without exception. Regardless, if the other person still has a clear consciousness, they are hesitant to use it because if you use magic against a person who is losing his or her sanity, he or she could hurt you more than he or she needs to, even if he or she handles it.
How hard it is to do, I couldn't help but think.
Still, I'm glad Jared got to fight.
Lars and Laurenz asked Jared for help because Drew used magic amplifiers for fear of a runoff by magic. But Drew doesn't show any signs of using magic so far.
Sure, the power is troublesome, and Drew, who doesn't seem to have the senses, is troublesome on top of this as a fighter. Besides, I also have trouble having to fight without hurting you as much as I can.
Then, inevitably, we have to deal with it empty-handedly, not by magic.
I never heard of Laurenz, the same sorcerer, having himself in physical surgery, and Berta and Kurt's strength were not well grasped by Jared, so I figured it was best to fight for myself in the end.
"And yet - you, you're weak"
Though he was working out his body, he decided Drew was weak because Jared, who was originally a magician, could use physical surgery and respond sparingly, without using magic.
It's troublesome to have no power, no pain, but that's all I'm saying. I hope you don't catch your powers, and you don't have any pain, to the extent that you find it troublesome. Nothing is a threat.
Scratch your arm and slap your palm bottom against your jaw. When the impact leaves both feet off the ground, Jared spins one turn on the spot and releases a spinning kick.
The kick that definitely captured Drew's body made him roll to the ground again so much that it would be troublesome to count how many times it would be today.
Again, Drew stood up quickly as he didn't seem to be in pain, but he stepped suddenly trying to advance his leg.
"Whoa, looks like you don't have a feeling, but you seem to have built up a good amount of damage in your body, huh?
Eh, the development I expected came and Jared laughs.
It was a bad grin like a villain who had succeeded in the plot.
But Jared's grin quickly disappeared.
"Oh, hey?
From both eyes of Drew, red liquid flowed.
Sudden bloodshed makes Jared wonder if he attacked too much. But soon I knew it wasn't.
"Gu, huh? Ah, nah, nah, nah, nah!
I immediately found out that Drew, who suddenly bared his chest, was not responsible for the attack, but for the drugs he used.
It was unusual to tear down a dirty uniform, expose your torso and put your nails up on your chest.
It was as if there was a foreign object in his chest, and he also seemed desperate to take it out.
My nails slash and tear my skin and bleed, but that doesn't stop Drew's hand.
"What am I supposed to do?
What we need for this occasion is not a magician, but a doctor.
There's nothing more Jared should do.
"When will you help me?"
I don't care if it's the Knights or the Sorcerer's Association. As soon as possible, Jared screams that someone can save Drew.
It was then.
Changes came to the magic felt from Drew.