The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 34 Female Knight

Clayton waited for about four and 10 minutes,

The specific feeling is that the water stains on the hems of his trousers dried up before Marie Etta came out of the club.

She held her head high and strode in the alley.

She kicked the dirty water up his pants again before Clayton stopped her from going any further.

"You should stop, miss."

This time, there was a hint of genuine hostility in Clayton's voice.

Mary stopped and looked at him fearlessly, looking at this guy who was half a foot taller than her and twice as wide as her shoulders.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

Clayton pointed down and said in a deep voice, "You stained my pants."

Although he didn't want to admit it, what he said now was really like those idle hooligans.

When he regretted this speech, Marietta used unique words to get him out of this distress in time.

"Standing in such a place, the pants will get dirty sooner or later."

"But my pants weren't dirty before you came."

"Then learn to get used to it from now on." Mary said lightly, and then spit out a feeling that seemed to have a philosophical connotation. "Here, no one is clean."

She didn't know who Clayton was, but the people who lived in this area really didn't care about hygiene, so the other party must have come from somewhere else.

People who care about hygiene come to places where they don't care about hygiene, and they carry guns, so there must be ulterior motives.

Clayton's face darkened, the girl's arrogance was second only to Tritis in his memory.

But he still resisted the urge to do it well.

Taking a special medicine temporarily, Clayton's hunger from the werewolf nature cooled down.

There are sage essential oil and sugar in the pill, which is not too bad.

"exactly."

Clayton suddenly relaxed, shoulders slumped, arms dangling lazily, signaling that he was not a threat.

"That's right. Actually, I'm a reporter. I've been here recently to investigate the life and entertainment of residents in this area. But there seems to be no one here during the day. For the sake of these pants, can you answer a few questions? , how many?"

Even though he is already a colleague, he still doesn't want to use this status to make clichés.

After all, the other party is also a sheriff system, so if you check the list of people patrolling here during the day, everything will be exposed.

"Is that so-"

Suddenly, Mary got a little closer with her bag on her shoulders: "If that's the case, I can cooperate with you!"

When the sound of "you" disappeared, she threw off the cloth bag and strode into the distance with a stride. The skirt fluttered backward due to the rapid speed, and the sewage splashed under her feet.

Clayton retreated subconsciously to open the distance, but there was already a wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

He saw Mary rush forward sideways, her left hand shielded in front of her body, her right hand hidden behind her.

This is an attack method with a sharp weapon.

Hiding your hands behind your back can conceal your intention to attack.

However, Mary's stride was too hasty, and she had already exposed her aggression. Clayton guessed that she would use a faster attack speed.

that's the truth.

The lieutenant dropped his gun, turned around with his hands on the wall, and got out of the way of the thrust.

Then he heard a dull piercing sound.

Mary withdrew her fisted right hand, and Clayton saw the pen she held between her fingers, and the circular indentation left on the dirt wall.

If he hadn't gotten out of the way, he might have lost his liver just now.

"Nice blow!"

As a woman, she was able to hone her fighting skills to this level, and Clayton was not hesitant to praise her.

He was actually not used to fighting close to people like this, especially with people shorter than him. This kind of people could easily lower their body, cover their eyes and the movement of their feet, and hide the details of their attacking posture.

Although he is still not used to it now, after becoming a werewolf, his reaction speed and physical fitness are much stronger than before.

Even if he has not mastered any skills, he can now compete with the first-class boxers without losing the wind.

This kind of physical crushing can easily bring confidence to people, and he is even willing to let the opponent attack for a few more rounds.

"Sure enough." Mary frowned, her brown eyebrows almost forming a straight line.

It was her all-out blow just now under the sneak attack, and the speed was also the fastest.

Even being able to react to this move, she didn't think she would have a chance of winning in a normal fight.

Clayton can stay with him no matter how the opponent chooses to solve it, but he still hopes not to fight any more.

Marie Etta seems to be Gelid's partner, if it's just a misunderstanding, it's completely unnecessary to offend Gelid.

"It's just a few questions, you can leave after answering, I don't think you need to be so angry? Or are you hiding something?"

"Me? Conceal it?"

Marie Etta chewed on the word, fighting again.

"Maybe. It's better to be a guy than a liar with a shotgun."

She suddenly raised her leg up against the wall, and then took off a dagger from the strap on her thigh and held it in her left hand, in contrast to the pen in her right hand.

Then she moved her feet and rushed towards Creighton holding two sharp weapons.

She twisted her waist and drew her arms like soft willow branches, her attacking movements were full of resilience and beauty.

The sharp blade cut through the air, and the offensive continued continuously.

Both offense and defense.

Clayton retreated step by step to avoid the blade. As the attacked, he clearly saw this frontal fighting method.

In addition to the special use of weapons such as cutting and stabbing, Mary is also proficient in using fists and elbows to attack.

This is a fighting technique recorded in the infantry drills, called "Menian Bodyguard", and it is a fighting technique that the Dorne Kingdom acquired from a colony that was keen on cold weapon duels. It includes a set of unique steps He Yun uses the skill of dagger.

The advantage of Menian body protection is that the attack speed is very fast and dazzling. With short soldiers such as daggers, it can defeat the enemy at once.

But its shortcomings are also obvious-it has no kicking skills, and its lower body is almost defenseless.

Clayton is well aware of this defect, but he cannot use kicking skills to counter it.

Because his kicking skills are not good enough, at least for a fighter of Marie Etta's level,

The general attack method of cavalry is to ride on horseback, and there is no need to practice kicking skills at all.

But that didn't mean he couldn't do anything about Marie Etta.

Clayton retreated lightly while taking off his coat with one hand.

"Little girl, do you know how to use a dueling cloak?"

"what?"

Of course Marie Atta knew about it, and she hesitated for a while because of this.

Clayton tore off his thick woolen coat and threw it on her body. For her size, the attack range was really too big.

All Marietta saw was a swath of black, and the coat knocked all the weapons out of her hands.

The force was like being whipped.

Then the second time, she couldn't see anything.

Clayton wrapped her entire upper body in his coat, and she couldn't even reach out.

When he was a teenager, he often worked with cattle and sheep, so he was quite familiar with the use of whips and lassoes.

The dueling cloak is a kind of clothing used for combat, and later became the ceremonial equipment of the cavalry alone. Its use is similar to that of whips, lasso, or the cloth in the hands of matadors.

Hide your weapon position, attract the opponent's attention, and push the opponent's weapon away.
And the most important point - cover the enemy's head and face and beat him hard!
Clayton also asked this question after seeing Mary wearing a cavalry costume for the first time. Regardless of the way she spoke, he admired this girl quite a bit. After all, there are not many qualified men who are willing to be a magistrate.

And he is also a gentleman, he will not hit a woman casually.

So he simply tucked Mary sideways under his arm, then stooped to pick up the cloth bag, dagger, and gun, and easily disappeared down the alley with over 100 pounds in tow.

From the beginning of the battle to the end, the time is less than 2 minutes.

Neither their chatter nor the sounds of fighting alarmed anyone.

When the coat was removed from Marie Etta's head, the first thing she did was run to the corner to vomit.

Clayton's arms had been wrapped around her stomach, which was an uncomfortable position.

After vomiting, she noticed that there were still some iron parts under her feet, and refined whale oil mixed with blue fluorescent agent flowed down from the wall supported by her palm. The source was the energy supply pool device of the high-altitude power generation system.

Surrounded by dusty industrial machinery, the powerful iron arms are already rusted.

The top of the head is a tall spire structure, the roof is more than [-] meters above the ground, and only one skylight is shining inward.

This is an abandoned warehouse.

The railway station in St. Alvin's Parish runs along the tracks, and there are many such warehouses on both sides of the road.

"Can we have a good talk now?"

Mary turned her head to see the tall man looking at her from behind the light.

(End of this chapter)