Vermillion

- This is unbelievable.

Immediately after a glance, Kay realized.

Preliminary (game), but extensive combat experience.

I don't mind yet. One or two of the arrows will be avoided. But for Mikazuki to avoid - that body is too large a projection area.

I twisted my body and avoided one, followed by the other bouncing off with my right hand clasp. but the last arrow pierces Mikazuki's torso.

"- Huh!!

Mikazuki twists and falls down in pain. Without defying the motion, Kay also rolled off in such a way that he would be shaken down in half. Taking passivity in the land of soft woods, and killing the shock, Kay rises with a flip of a buckwheat and cloak.

The cavalry fell to the ground. The bandits who lifted their weapons will try to kill them.

The foot stopped unexpectedly.

"You."

The color of anger seeping out of a low suppressed voice. Under his face cloth, Kay stripped his teeth out like a beast, smiling the bandits with his burning, rolling, bloody eyes.

Bubble.

Heavy winds blow through the forest of starchy air.

Overwhelmed by the intense killings that exploded around Kay, the overwhelmed Morissettes breathed unexpectedly.

but that's a flash, too.

During the blink of an eye, Kay's intense killer lurked a whimper.

Abruptly. No trace.

Sitting quietly, Kay made me feel nothing. No anger, no hegemony, no killing.

It's just a puppet-like presence trampling the earth as a lost ocean.

(No, it's not!

Morissette, stiffened as she tried to pull through the arrow, shook her whole body. A burning sensation runs on my spine.

This, yes.

It's a feeling of crisis.

In the depths of my chest, my intuition (six-sense) is alarming.

That's because I can't feel anything. It's a testament to the fact that something beyond yourself is lurking there.

Kang, kang.

A pleasant duet that sounds lightly under a cloak in the wind.

Untouched, abruptly, two silver flashes rush through the leather fabric.

"Avoid -"

Using Morissette's warning as a thing of the past, two men with bows in front of them bounced off.

One is split in the forehead.

One was crushed on the right shoulder.

When you twirl in the air as if it were a solo -, you can beat it to the ground as it is.

"- Awwwwwww!

The shock broke the arrow and the bowman, who was further determined of the shoulder wound, exclaimed. He holds down his right shoulder and hits around the ground. He still doesn't know exactly what happened to him. Like a leaf of a tree flirting with the wind, like a small fish swallowed by turbulence, helpless in front of an overwhelming martial arts.

(…… nothing, could not sense)

My mouth is dry from tease. The sweat drips from Morissette's forehead.

Despite having an archer at the end of his eyes and nose.

Even though it was close enough to feel the wind pressure. Nothing, I couldn't feel it.

This is a little bit, I thought it was a dream or an illusion. Such an awesome blow to kill the sense of reality as well.

What I could barely understand was that this young man put a bow under his cape and, having been unable to visually predict the rays, had once again caused two unintentional arrows to be fired in a row.

(What a bastard......!

I tried to execute such a thing as a bending art in real life. I've got my hands on a hell of a guy, and moaning and regretting it is unacceptable to Morrisset right now. I can put my strength into the hand holding the bow in the cold air that even feels sticky.

(I let this guy use a bow and it tastes bad)

Every time that dry sound rings, one of my men falls down again.

And - that 'next' is the guarantee that you're not yourself, etc.

"Kill him!"

Morissette raised her roar from the bottom of her belly, as if to shake off her own fright. At the same time, connect and release new arrows.

The stiff men return to me at a loud volume that I don't think Morissette originated from that lean body. A swordsman who rushes to set up and storm a sword, a short spear who goes hand in hand with it.

Kay pays off the flying arrow with his right hand without notice and sets up a [dragon scale through] with a chilled eye. of the bandits ahead. Trying to identify the next target,

(…… wait)

Much discomfort. I counted the bandits in front of me.

There are three bowmen. There is one short spear user. One swordsman.

- Where is the other one?

There must have been six survivors.

Tingling, and slight chills running on my spine.

Above. If you look at the tree, you'll see a silver blade, a small figure.

"Kuh!?

Kay flies behind his back like a buck roller, a steel blade struck his face. A torn face cloth, a frightening, cold, hot feeling running down the left cheek. He threw himself out onto the ground and rolled about to get a distance, but the raiders would not let the gap slip away.

"Death!

It was a fat little man with a short sword. Stuff your time in no time with agility that doesn't match your physique.

Dagger rat. The Morrisset team is the best attacker for surprise and agitation, combining lightness and covert technology, regardless of its appearance. He was lurking his breath on the tree until Kay showed a decisive gap, but he peels his fangs in full.

Assaulting rat, a razor-sharp fierce blade. Try a melee to seal Kay's bow.

As per its aim, interception with a bow will not be made in time - with his left hand squeezing the [dragon scale through], Kay pulls out the hips servel with his right hand.

"Shh!"

Lato made a spike with a sharp exhalation. Kay, who opposes him, remains silent and slaps a blow from the side to the tip of that blade.

Ginn, the tall sound, the dark wooden stand stained the spark color. A dagger is played in a magnificent manner, Lato opening his eyes to Kay's power. Without being caught by surprise as it was, however, he pulled out a black-painted knife with his left hand and protruded towards Kay.

- The stepping in is shallow. It's like a bitter blow. Kay pulls herself back and gently dodges the knife from close range, but at that moment Lato laughs.

Kin, and metal noise. A sense of crisis that stings the skin.

Faster than Kay reacts, a spring planted in a knife shoots the blade with momentum.

(Ballistic knife?!

He managed to tilt his body and avoided a direct blow at Ayama. My neck skin is cut and burning pain runs. Lato sets up a chase on Kay, who's disfigured. Shift Kay's Sabel's restraint on a piece of paper and wave a short sword relentlessly.

"Grr!

A painful voice leaks out of Kay's mouth. A blade was screwed into the gap between the leather armor on his left shoulder. The meat is decided and the bow is removed without intense pain.

Though he planted his body at the mercy of his strength and managed to play the latto, from behind him looms a swordsman and a short-spearer who has swung up his long sword.

This is -, not good. The unfettered left arm of freedom. The dagger (rat) in front of him, who stood up quickly, and the short spear behind him, is a structure that pushes through every spear. And the swordsman's assault beside him has gained enough momentum, and a single detached bowman (Morissette) is also aiming at this side of the tiger.

They'll probably all attack at the right time. Especially threatening are the dagger in front of you and the bowman at a distance. Intercept any of them and they will be feathers eating other attacks properly. Hit the run further - no, that's not good either. If you can't rebuild it, you can't rebuild it.

In slow flowing time, Kay is compelled to make a choice. Which attack to take, or what to do.

"Brrrrrr!!

But here, Mikazuki, who had fallen, throws a stone. He squeezed his final force even as he sprayed blood bubbles from his mouth, waking his half body up and turning his back leg toward Rato, who confronted Kay.

Plus Lato notices it, and a strong kick is unleashed at the same time.

A creepy roaring hoof directly hit Rato in the face.

"Bogu"

Lato's face collapses after making an unexpected noise that is roughly the voice of a person. My little fat body blew away as I sprinkled red and black blood and pieces of flesh. As he stirs, he falls from his head to the ground - a body bouncing and spasmodically repeated.

"Lato!

"How dare you!

Morissette, with a blue muscle on her forehead, releases an arrow towards Mikazuki. Mikazuki, with an arrow of black feathers poking at his torso and a scream of the Terminator, fell this time like he had done all he could.

Kay's head is full of blood.

"You!

Angry shapes. Kay's face, torn open with her left cheek and painted with blood, shows how hell the devil looks. But at the same time the figure is full of creativity. The bloody left arm drips and the only thing you get is a servel that squeezes into your right hand. The Morissettes, who overwhelmingly knew they were dominant, did not even show fright at Kay's temper.

"Haha, do you regret it! I'm gonna kill you!

Morissette squeezes her bow with a brutal smile. Short spears and swordsmen are also smiling like they caught on.

Kay, who opposed him, fled.

Run in the shadows of the trees, turning back on his curly heels and confusing Morissette's aim.

"Oh, wait!

A swordsman and a short-spearer rushing after him.

Morissette alone calmly releases an arrow from the spot.

Sense the attack with sound and killing, move into small pieces and dodge the arrows. Kay centred on Morissette and ran to draw a circle. Meanwhile, hold the sabel in your mouth and explore your hip pouch with your right hand.

It was one glass bottle that I took out.

A blue liquid - a high-powered magic medicine (high potion) that swings inside.

Only half left, but this should be too much to treat a shoulder wound. Thumbs off the cork in the bottle.

I ran my eyes to the ground and found what I was looking for.

Running toward you, Kay repeated several deep breaths and was ready to punch a potion in the shoulder wound.

At that moment, my vision stained white.

"- Ouch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!"

Japanese. Screaming.

The air trembles and trembles loudly, like squeezing it out of the bottom of your belly.

From one screaming Kay's right shoulder, something like white hot air rose with tremendous momentum.

Severe pain.

At the earliest, in those words, it is raw.

It's like rubbing salt against a shoulder wound and crushing the cells with a puffy needle.

or as if he chooses meat with a sled, is crushed, and drags his nerves out with hot chopsticks.

Now anger, hatred and haste were all blowing away to the other side. I can roar. A runoff of pain, like whitening in front of me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was the Morissettes that surprised me. When the full-bodied, creative young man he was chasing suddenly screamed, he began to suffer violently by spraying an incompetent gas from his shoulder.

Joo-woo, with the sound of burnt iron stuck in the water, weeping without plunging the tears. A servel on his mouth fell to the ground and made a noise with Karan. Morissettes who cannot keep up with their understanding of what is like hot air rising from their shoulders are taken aback. Alternatively, if their eyes were Kaylike, they might have seen their shoulder wounds covered in brand new white skin.

Hey, hey, uh.

"… you,"

Kay, breathing on his shoulders, stares at the bandits in front of him. Wet in tears, her blood running eyes, Morissette's face reflected in her open pupil.

"- I'll put it together and buzz you!

Turn all the pain into anger and declare it like eight hits.

Rigorously picks up the sabel and kicks the earth.

Once again, the lid of a stalled battle was cut.