A Wish to Grab Happiness

The first integration is a sharp poke that rips your right shoulder off. I didn't say no to easy things like small hand checks. A blow to avoid lethal injuries, but definitely bleed this one out. Take a foot's distance while half-hearted.

The dueling rules at the tavern are simple. If one of them bleeds, it will be settled. There's no taking of life, it's a gentleman's rule.

Two knives, purposefully pulled by Kalia Birdnick from the Warcraft. This and her silver long sword. In a world of martial arts where this rule, no, and agreement say things, how long and short are the two weapons, how much is this difference?

That doesn't even have to be said. Naturally, this short one is overwhelmingly unfavourable.

- Kiddin.

Silver makes the sound of cleaving the sky, approaching again as it draws its trajectory. Deviate it from orbiting with a knife of your right hand, sharp enough to plunder the flank as it is. Scratch injuries are also not allowed under this rule. And there can't be a winning chance without this difference in time, inside, inside.

Step forward. The silver trajectory rolls out an uninterrupted thrust, increasing sharpness with each chase of numbers. I can't even look at a moment of pull and earn a few steps. In the next moment, when the sword rolled out is removed with a knife on his left hand, silver cuts out the space without a cleavage from his shoulder. If you take this slaughter with a knife, that's it. At that point, the knife will be crushed and not even fatally wounded, but the wound will be inflicted.

What happens then? This guy's underwork. Yeah, that doesn't change that. Isn't that the same path I once followed?

The silver threat never stops. Instead, I can't stop because I won't let this one do the trick. Good serial strike to bounce off enemies and make them stomps. She knows that very well.

"Huh, wow!?

A silver line, which had until now been obstinately wounded to the torso, targeted the wrist. Twist aggressively and bounce off with a knife. Obviously it was an impossible behavior. The base of the knife tells you the limits. You could have used such a small hand move, this woman.

The old man, known as Richard, watched the sight as he stroked his beard at his chin.

"What's up, are we done?

With that said, Kalia Birdnick strives to exhale slowly to avoid showing her breathing, which has begun to be slightly rough. The time that Rugis packed, he started all over again. Still, there's no difference in her favor.

"No, no, I want you to give me a break, really. It's just a rat."

Rugis' provocative, then intermittent voice sounded well in the silence of the tavern.

The ambient air was making a difference from the initial festivities to the way they breathed and watched the two offenses. That's what everyone thought when it came to the first or second match. Naturally, in the defeat of Rugis.

Rugis can't even be said to be a runaway, he is still like living his days with great rat extermination and dust stripping. I don't even know if I can call myself an adventurer.

The rush fits the knight's opponent, not to mention the apprentice. Two knives, countless odds. Skillfully using his wrist, he wields a long sword and strays away. That's not easy. Coincidence once, miracle twice. But if it continues for the third time, it will no longer be a sure strength.

I don't know why. It's too dramatic a change. What happened while I was away from here? Richard throats at his godson as he shows his teeth to be funny.

But I don't care why. For this vicious, a person's criterion of judgment is whether or not it is worthwhile to use. Until now, Rugis has been used to a good extent. That was a natural assessment and a strict fact. But now.

- - Gigiin.

A blow like knocking down from the top of Kalia Birdnick. It's not the kind of martial arts you would use in a very duel. Slash an armored knight on the battlefield. Rip off the tranquil liquor store air and join with Rugis's knife.

The knife breaks. No matter how cleverly you strike that hard, you can't escape the pressure at the junction. The blade crushed from the ground up and pierced it to a nearby table. As it was flowing, the silver colour was flanked to the side. I can't do it. Before a perfect streak, you can also avoid it. One knife breaks and remains unstable, unlikely to even resist.

When it stops, Richard gets up. If you do poorly, that knight could kill Rugis. At least now, Rugis has value for use. Besides, he is also his own godson, even though he cannot. I can't even accept as Richard that he just gets killed. When the battle is over, just say so. So this short, no, much longer duel is over.

- But the word was still not released.

That was an odd sight. With green clothes slightly torn apart, Rugis strikes down the slaughter of a swordfish approaching the flank with an arc. I shift my half body and align the other knife with the long sword, changing its orbit and cutting it off into the sky.

Stunning. I can only praise you with that one word. Moves as if they were the gift of years of training. No, but there's no way I can make such a move just at first glance. It's like, I was sensing everything, I knew it. The flow of this series of attacks. It's as if you know all about the habit of a knight named Kalia Birdnick. Her expression had also changed to stunned at that moment.

In time, it's jammed.

A time that has never been opened and shrunk before. That transformed into an intermission of knives at the moment when the sword was struck down.

The knife draws a line, as it slashes Kalia Birdnick's shoulder while the stream cuts off her long sword. Its orbit is brilliant. A blow that takes advantage of the knife's intermission to see the shortest distance to the target.

But Kalia Birdnick is not a mediocre person either. By the sword, I'm not willing to put someone to the right easily.

The cut off sword moves through space, but it is imminent to slash the opponent again. Its strength and behavior were undoubtedly cultivated by her daily workouts and her talent. If mediocre, he tries to make a mistake cowering into the knife's orbit and is cut off without escape.

While the reflected light of the knife blinks, it is slightly re-orbited and sucked into Kalia Birdnick's neck, while the fundamentals of the long sword loom to twist Rugis' shoulder mouth.

moment. Whatever is at that moment is no longer only causal. No pros or cons, no compatibility, no strength or weakness. There were just natural causes and consequences, and in the end, victories and losses were about to be worn.

- Until then!

Richard's voice, announcing the end of the duel, echoed in the silence of the tavern.