But I don't have a target I should have stared at.
Wyburn shakes his neck like a jerk.
Mirko was surprised.
I never lost sight of Patrick on the way.
It was difficult until I found it, but after I did, I just had to keep looking.
But not now!
Murder earlier.
I lost sight of it from that moment on. I didn't take my eyes off you!
(Why! Am I going to lose sight of you? That's stupid! Apart from Wyburn's earlier killing, all soldiers on this scene must have felt it. But I can't see him!)
And when I was confused, Wyburn's left wing made a billy noise and tore.
"Yay!
And Mirko confirmed Patrick, who raised his voice.
I don't have a sword in my hand.
When Wyburn drops altitude and lands on the ground, he runs over to Patrick.
Patrick pulled the knife out of his right hip.
Patrick avoided as Wyburn swung down his right wing for Patrick, but backed away.
Wyburn takes a step forward and reduces his distance from Patrick.
Patrick retreats again.
I don't just back off, I retreat after making it look like I'm going forward with killing.
Wyburn concentrates on Patrick, who is coming to kill.
That's a little more than that.
But it was definitely close.
And
"Now! Let go. Yeah!"
A curved arrow flies from the barista to respond to Patrick's cry.
The arrow that hit the base of Wyburn's right wing went straight through.
Patrick approaches Wyburn as he bathes in splashing blood.
He crept around behind Wyburn standing, slashing his thin legs with a knife.
Wyburn, who can no longer stand, though not even cut, swung around the ground and shook his long neck.
"Mirko, lend me your spear."
To Patrick's words, Mirko threw his spear gently towards Patrick.
When Patrick grabs the spear, he leaves it to momentum to throw the spear into Wyburn's torso.
Wyburn, who was swinging his neck, but his torso was barely moving, so he stabbed a gusset in the root of his neck.
Wyburn's neck stiffened for a moment and slowly fell to the ground. It's like a dead leaf falls.
Dosun and his fallen head, blood pouring out of his mouth.
A slightly trembling mouth complains that she is still alive.
As Patrick slowly walked and put his knife against Wyburn's neck, pulling forward without sound, the polarity and head moved away from his neck.