Instant Messiah

"- Huh!?

Mr. Avis distorts his face to amazement and pain.

Whether it's hard enough not being able to speak either, this one probably hurts more. But I put up with it, and I twisted, and I pushed it back.

"Phew, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!

I'm not even making such a dumb voice out of Dada or insanity. I've never known exposed bones, muscles and nerves to be so painful to touch external objects directly. I didn't even want to know if I could.

... lets cut the meat and break the bones too, just like treading and kicking. I was actually about to get trampled and kicked. That's why I was able to achieve the results I deserved.

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"Uh-huh."

The right back fist flew in. It's kind of faster than Chris just now, but I don't have a hobby of being beaten up by a guy. Still standing upside down, tilt your neck and avoid. I blur my cheeks, but my heart certificate doesn't mean I'm critical.

Speed is the big deal, but it's a cluttered move that lacks glory because of the pain, and I know it now. Because it's literally like taking the movement of the leg muscles, which is the starting point of the movement.

... I don't have any more hands, but instead I got an interesting puppet with a novel design. Kuhihihihihi.

For me, the most troublesome performance of a combat presence in front of me, Mr. Abyss, is mobility. It's good to be able to take this away. Even if I lost my arm, I'd be fishing for it... but I won't do it unless I think about it. It's a waste of time to go, try harder.

With my beloved brachial bone that tore the other tendon, groping. Feeling freaked out and cramped muscles, a little more up and a little more down.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu hehehehe hihihi......!

Bumps, and a feeling of damaged thick blood vessels, finally stops.

"... ah... no!!

... You look painful, don't you? I gave you my whole left arm, and even you gave me about one of my legs. Laugh, Ola. I laugh, too. I hate blood.

"... over here, he was my specialty... a gift just for you at the big service. Oh, you're glad -...?

"- Huh!!

Another shot, right back fist.

I admire how unnaturally you can imitate that with one leg, but it's foolish to strike twice.

...... avoid in the same way, the stretched moment of his wrist. As God's speed blow stops in that moment, I shake his left arm with a stab, you see, the center of gravity collapses... the missing left arm, the image of transmitting power from beyond. The feeling of fluttering and lifting Mr. Abyss under his umbilical cord.

With my slight center of gravity operation, Mr. Abyss collapsed more and more from his butt. I also lost this bone at that time, but I don't mind. 'Cause it hurt so bad, it's more of an openness.

With all the time, I rolled with the momentum as it was, and I looked at him as he distanced himself from me... and my cheeks hoisted as I noticed the figure of the brave man out of sight.

Laughing, this one lands like a frog sticky too.

... This position is good. This situation is ideal.

If I fly, then I can't reach the brave man, but Mr. Abyss can't even approach me in one breath.

... a brave man trembling in a tragic situation, still trying to get behind my back to get into Mr. Abyss's assistant knife.

Still, it's only because I can't get my hands on Brave Man that Mr. Abyss's vigilance doesn't turn to you.

... Healthy as it sounds, Brave picked up a pointy guy from a crushed floor stone. How convenient to stab a guy, to kill me.

... because if there was a gap, I was staring to use it.

Your meals are ready. After that, just be careful and measure the timing.

At the end of my gaze as I sat the frog, Mr. Avis, who tried to get up shaking, even that seemed difficult to work with.

Naturally, it doesn't matter how strong the will is or how tough the muscles are. If you turn down the tendon, which is the connecting eye between bone and muscle, then his absurd muscle strength also makes no sense in the first place.

All the best. We got the best possible situation.

Brave man. I'm worried about Mr. Abyss. Actually, it's because I wore it out. Because I'm more worn out than that. Can I ask you to drop it...?

... twitching and turning behind, signs of bravery. The air flow as well as the sensitized hearing communicates her proximity directly to the skin.

... Earlier, Mr. Abyss was groaning. It's time to hang up. Before that, please, before that, I want the best opportunity...!

... Mr. Abyss stands on one leg of his left half and drips his right leg back, losing function, to take a forward leaning position. It seems to be the intention of the leeward formation.

The twist, and this one, depending on Mr. Abyss, leans forward more from the frog's structure. Align your toes, as if riding on a pebble, precisely, precisely… just on one point, with your toes on both feet. More precision because of the loss of one arm and the loss of balance between left and right.

... Fit, and I could see the brave man stopping moving.

- I'm in the Nine of Dodo. Shall we continue to play with the puppets, take one shot here, and go with the revelations we keep?

The moment Mr. Abyss notices Mr. Sally's reckless trends. Regardless of the inadmissibility of the utterance, he tried to utter words to keep her still and opened his mouth wide.

"Sariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

... In the wake of that voice, the brave, reflexively, rush out here.

In an attempt to kill me, he responds to Mr. Abyss's voice and rushes over. It comes with an awkward intention to kill me.

Blindly believing in Mr. Abyss, she wields the murder weapon at me as she unconsciously embraces the joy of what she was relied upon to do.

... I turned my back with a stunned Mr. Abyss on my ass, twisting my aligned toes around the axis, and in perfect perfect time, I jumped at Brave.

Stupid bitch who fits right into my voice color (...). I caught her with my right hand and pulled her down.

"... Ugh hi-hi, I caught a dump...!

... My first friend in the land was a friend named Wilson. The charm point is the missing back of the head.

The ventriloquism I practiced with him, and the vocal cord modeling that goes with it...... even Tiamaria helped me once, but thanks again for your help. He doesn't have his head up. I'm good at it. Wasn't this my vocation?

"... No, no, Nine! Sir, how far are you going to go?

Mr. Abyss, who is just vague but cut off, flies a curse at me with the look of anger itself.

Loser howling is always comforting to hear.

"Everywhere. It's a corner, so I'll give it a shot. Not until you leave this world."

... I'm desperate over here. That's why.

That's why I use everything I can. In art, in art, in curse.

Even the sincerity of thinking of someone.