It's all one flower.

I didn't know what had happened to Awellana, and I looked at the thugs flashly. An angry eye can be directed south.

He's a bakery boy and an elderly terrorist.

Pick up the affordable rubble and throw it at the thugs. The tyrant went toward the two of them, cursing them.

I have one man to hold me down.

Awellana twisted (threaded) herself and stepped on the back of her leg full of strength.

"Stay still, young lady. Even if you don't panic like that, I'll make you look right cute later."

A man's raw breath of breath, laughing with his nose, hung on Awellana's ears and neck muscles. At the whites of the people of the lake, goosebumps develop.

There was too much difference in power.

The four thugs rush to the two, sheltering their heads with one hand.

Lots of passives.

The two keep throwing debris as they distance themselves. The thugs also stopped and threw debris to start responding.

The bakery youth and elderly terrorists stepped out into the driveway avoiding debris.

Terrorists step forward and shelter youth with the remains of signs in their hands. The youth threw stones and debris in the pockets of aprons one after the other. Whenever debris hits, the remains of the sign make an unpleasant noise.

I can only watch Awellana as she prays for a victory for both of us.

My distance twitches.

The moment the stone in his pocket ran out like a young man had been played. Terrorists also throw out signs and run this way a little late.

The thugs also rush to stop throwing stones and rush to Awellana.

"Get off me! Damn!"

A bakery boy grabs the arm of a thug who catches Awellana. Weigh in and push that arm down. Awellana also turned away and tried to escape.

The thugs tighten harder when they are deprived of their prey and try to kick the youth away.

Terrorists chased him, feeding the Awellana community (all of them) with momentum.

Two bodies blow up and are slapped by asphalt. The tyrant went underneath, and Awellana was fortunate enough not to get hurt.

"Are you okay?

A bakery young man woke Awellana up. A runaway thug puts a kick in its head and pulls it off forcefully. Other thugs kicked and stepped on more youth.

A fallen thug jumps and hits a terrorist.

Terrorists claw their fists on the brink and pay for the tyrant's legs.

Regardless of the thug who had fallen in momentum, he eliminated one of the thugs attacking the youth on his body and forced the other thug to eat an upper kick.

A young man clings to the third leg and pulls him down.

Brawls broke out over Awellana.

Another thug grabs Awellana's green hair and forces her to stand up, twitching and distancing herself from the brawl.

The boy who collapsed earlier, he either lost consciousness or didn't move at all.

Terrorists attacked the men lightly and kicked them precisely. Did you originally have strong arms or considerable training?

Still, it doesn't make a difference to be passive to a large number of people.

We cannot afford to shelter the bakery youth, nor can we reach the rescue of Awellana.

The young man managed to get up on his own, but he was kicked in the face and fell as he raised a blood splash (chisel). One of the thugs becomes a horse rider and puts a chase on his face.

Awellana waved the thug.

"Hot Onna is a bummer. Don't argue for me, huh?

The thug just laughs spirally and won't let go.

Terrorists rushed over to the youth and grabbed the brown hair of a tyrant who was horseback ridden. I see a knee kick on my pulled up face. He forced the thugs to stand up and set the youth free.

"... bastard!

The thugs surround the terrorists and strike simultaneously. The terrorists sheltered the fallen youth and took them without avoiding an attack.

I'm not unharmed by boulders.

My lips were cut off and a blood splash broke in the evening sky.

They left the camp after four o'clock.

When cleaning out the surroundings of Kamadu, there was talk of wanting wind removal here as well.

A terrorist captain and a boy soldier, a bakery youth and an elderly terrorist, split into two hands and went looking for what was likely to be a windscreen, and Awellana and a land people boy were to go to procure water and food.

Winter sunset is early.

I came right back.

The sun is already setting.

The city that lost people and street lights was darker than usual in the evening.

From the Njefried Canal, miscellaneous demons crawl up early. Obviously, I was fascinated by this feud. Before night, no, if you don't leave this place before the demons show up, they'll all be destroyed.

... Where and how did these people spend the night? No way, you don't know the canal demons?

Awellana's body was tense (frightened) by fear, but her head was strangely calm and she thought about it.

Instead of unraveling the thugs, I can't even scream. He twisted his arm behind his back and couldn't remove the monkey claw.

The eastern sky stains dark blue.

The brilliance of the day follows fading, with more cluttered demons crawling up from the canal. The indeterminate filthy presence increased the density of twitching and being.