The moment I stepped into the room, the black skeleton rose loosely from the throne, as normal.
Hang your undressed sword in your right hand and proceed to the center of the room without sound.
At the same time Tor moved out and the distance between them just happened to disappear.
Black blade approaching from the bottom.
Thor's sword, also rolled from the bottom, plays the sword of the predicated skeleton.
but on the verge of crossing, the black sword tip danced roughly.
The sword deflected from orbit by returning the blade shows an acceleration that deflected the regular orbit there.
When I noticed, the black blade had finished double-slicing from Tor's jaw to his forehead.
Bright red blood splashes as it follows.
"Don't stretch more than you think"
The length of the skeletal sword body does not seem so different from that of Thor's sword.
However, that time exceeded expectations significantly.
Thor selects new footage as he grasps the foot position and shoulder movement of the stepped skeleton.
Thor and the Lord of the Labyrinth, who once again meet one another.
Now I'll set it up here.
The aim is a blade on the verge of lifting.
I've already caught the sword moving.
But the blade of the skeleton gave Tor a light response to his first blow.
To a slowed sword, Thor's sword aimed at the movement cuts the sky.
The white and black blades split without crossing, and the throat of Thor, whose body opened slightly, was thoroughly slashed open.
I take my gaze off the interrupted footage with the bloodshed and also choose a different future.
The moment the first blow was removed, Tor's upper body leaned back anticipating the blade movement.
The black blade crosses there at a tremendous speed.
The returned sword of Thor slashes off the arms of the skeleton that swung and stretched out in the sky.
It should have been, but in the meantime, the shoulder joint of the skeleton showed an odd twist.
Tor immediately shifts his gaze to the footage next to him when he sees footage of the tip of a different blade eating into his eyeball.
Thor's neck was twisted with a critical line reaching his face, and a black blade passed through a space of paper.
Tor, with his right leg pulled, halves his body and lets his sword walk into a space of nothing.
The sword of the skeleton, as expected, also gently flicked its blade.
Thor's sword, which was reading that trajectory, can only be slapped this time.
"Come on!"
Like a feather in the wind, the black blade painted a circle on the universe to dance again.
Thor, who dropped off his own wrist slashed off, seeks a further future.
But the sword of the skeleton smears them all black.
If you attack from here, you won't be skilfully missed and plundered.
It is best to keep up with unpredictable movements, even if we try to protect them thoroughly.
Transformed sword muscle and free sword speed.
The black blade trajectories filling the rain grains of vision were as if they were a beautiful dance.
In contrast, Thor simply reads and follows the dancing tip of his sword from his dying future.
And after dozens of dozens of dodges, Tor's sword, inviting him to strike, finally reaches the black blade.
Thor breathed quietly as he looked down at his sword body with a bloody tide.
"Finally."
But the future was already in its thirteenth second.
I tried to add more and < predict > Tor, but only magic really strikes me.
As could have been predicted, every magic trick seems to be inhibited in this room.
Speculation, but the first < prediction > could have been triggered because it was just before stepping out of the door into the room.
Thor is not so reckless as to face that skeleton without relying on the future.
I tried to pull my leg to retreat, but there the surprise runs.
The back of my foot, like a sucker, doesn't seem to try to get off the floor.
I immediately tried releasing < retroactive >, but naturally only magic is sucked into the ceiling.
"Then..."
The door closes. Find out exactly where your feet are and shake the blade down there.
Thor, who severed his own leg, rolled backwards unnecessarily.
"What!"
Thor rises quickly, exhaling in a rough breath as his surroundings stare in amazement.
I already have both of those legs, like it was nothing.
Tor, who closed the door to hit him, unlocked the red skeleton and went into the spot.
Once put in, you will not be allowed to go outside, and the use of magic tricks will not be allowed.
Probably, but so will martial arts.
Only a single skeleton awaits, but after being sealed with a battle pattern you're good at, you face that foe in distress.
It would be almost certain that they would be wiped out without the art of exchange.
The last thing we waited for in the depths of the hole was a substitute that could be called a terrible trap.
"It's okay, Tor!?
He suddenly slashed off his leg in an attempt to enter the room.
Sora graciously hands on Thor's cheek as she rushes around in that behavior she doesn't understand.
"Terrible complexion......"
That's what they said, and Tor finally realized his condition.
My fingertips kept trembling so hard that I couldn't hold my sword.
Even if I try to return words to reassure you, the roots of my teeth don't fit well and I don't have a voice.
It would be the price of being shown to have died dozens of times.
Without being able to say anything, Tor just shook his head sideways.
Thus the first battle with a true labyrinth lord came to an end before it began.