The Peerless Kobold

"Ha, we'll do it inside!

"So is Lord Archer!!

If you hoist the end of your mouth up against an unexpected good enemy and jump out of a proximity with overlapping arms to re-compartmentalize, Lord Deekbell will similarly take a distance in the backstep.

While he twirled his body in the process, he alternately swung through both arms caged in the magic of the water attribute, causing a slight time difference to shoot out successive water bullets.

"Heh, he's clever!

Capturing the two flying water bullets with excellent moving vision attributed to the Kobolt tribe, I let my left leg step in and play the first bullet with the released left fist, instantly turning my hips and smashing the next bullet with the rolled out right fist.

He is also stepping this way, although he fills the distance with a flowing motion with his right leg forward, and the bottom of his right palm, airy on the counter, is struck out to the flank.

"Shh!"

"Not bad!!

Half-baked with a piece of paper, he heard the knockout rubbing leather armor freeze, but wind magically blew cold air sneaking up to freeze his feet, slamming a sharp counterattack right body blow in.

However, Lord Deekbell, who was reading the movement, offsets a whirlwind-wrapped fist with a full knee kick, matches the kick leg down motion, and punches off a quick left short upper with his jaw tip (jaw jaw) on it!

"Blame!!

"Grr!?

The skin at the point where the reaction was beaten slightly delayed frozen and the taste of blood spread slightly into the oral cavity with the pain of stabbing, even as he tried to crush the demon fist falling from the blind spot.

However, the half-moon kick (summer salt kick) that I rolled out to coincide with the backward rewind is also wearing his jaw tip, and in a conflicting circumstance, Lord Deekbell, a quasi-demonstrator who cannot be said to have been hit hard, causes his body to tilt.

"Ugh..."

Leaking a groan and falling hard, he nevertheless sticks out his right arm and shoots out a water bullet aimed at the clearance of the landing.

"Kuh..."

He had already let go of consciousness after sinking his body onto the roof, although a highly compressed mass of water hit the missed left thigh directly and the resulting blunt pain inhibited his movement for only a moment.

"You have a lot of guts... aren't you more avant-garde than a wizard?

The lighter steps and the more dominant movements are reminiscent of Blazer, recalling the unexpected and terrible blows from pretending to pass out during workouts.

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For once, to make sure that it is really powerless, I will unmanipulatively punch three wind shells that have reduced its power.

"Ugh, gu... ahhh... bube..."

There doesn't seem to be a problem...... I gently scratched my head remembering something hooked to my conscience against the act of whipping someone who had lost consciousness.

Leaving it here (here) is also noticeable as a fist-crosser, so with the little groaning Lord Diekbell on his shoulder, he flutters down to the alley where his escort waits while adjusting the fall speed with the wind magic rising airflow.

"How dare you, Master Azrite!!

"Stop it, who's going to take care of you if you even faint..."

With the intention of assuming full responsibility, he single-handedly controlled the last escort with his hand to the pattern of the object hanging from the sword belt, causing Lord Diekbell to hang himself on the wall of the alley.

"Thank you for coming later."

That's all I have to say and wrap a whirlwind around my legs, alternately kicking up both walls of a slightly wider alley and trying to get back to the roof again, a black shadow flies from the sticking out part of the building!

"Quang Waa ~ n ♪ (Brother discovered ~") "

"Ugh!?

My little fox sister fell slightly out of balance because of the bouncing force in front of me... but I kicked up the upstairs wall forcefully and landed on the roof of a city tavern built across the street.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! (Stop suddenly, it's dangerous!)"

"Ng, Wang (Ng, OK)"

Waiting for her generously replied sister to twist up to her shoulder, which is in place, she weaves a leap and moves over the building to the point where the ice that binds her limbs was beginning to unravel.

"Huh, Khuuuaaaa!!

"Well, you kept me waiting"

Remove the Leather Gloves for Warcraft capture borrowed from Muriel from the Leather Backpack put through the belt, and replace the inserts with magic.

Mithrill fibers produced by Magic Alchemy emitted phosphorescence as soon as possible, leaving flexibility, and excessive strength was added to the glove, leaving the beast's claw teeth impenetrable.

"That's a great delicacy for nothing...... should I say Ernesta"

When Muriel was bitten in the hand before trying to catch a wild Itachi, it was with a combat glove sent to a bad friend who worried about poisons, sick warcraft, etc.

Although she is rare as a fancy magic user beloved by the Storm Goddess (Setio), she may be better than the magicians there if you look at the masks made of Mithril that she loves to wear as an original dog.

(…… keep up with each other, no harm)

After contemplating something deliberate such as that, I take the hemp rope woven bag that was hanging in a cylindrical circle to my waist, loosen my mouth string, and grab the root of the lesser bunkle that threatens me with my hair upside down...

I still couldn't lift it because my four legs were icing on every roof.

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (Fox fire please, dagger)"

"Guru! (Leave it to me!)"

A little fox climbing down from his shoulder pokes a potato butt cake, sticking out his little palms, white only at the tip, and lights a little red lotus in space.

"Krua, Krua ~ u (Burn, Burn ~)"

"Khu!? Quaaaa."

The fluffy, floating fox fire slowly swirls around the small Warcraft (Lesser Bankle), scorching the tip of the hair slightly but melting the ice.

"All right, capture complete"

Released from the bondage, we threw our scratching prey into the hemp rope bag, and once we descended into the unpopular back alley, we lost ourselves in the midst of a busy mess with the noon approaching.