Villainess's Sweet Everyday

"Fifty percent."

The man releases a positive fist thrust. The calcifier tries to deflect and the air pressure comes homing. Dear Calci Rust, being chased by air pressure while running. Run the wall over the floor and head for your opponent. The man releases a positive fist jab, leaps and jumps over his opponent. Air pressure and positive fist thrust are offset.

There was a noise. The air pressure disappeared. The room is dull. A mirrored wall is lying on them. Faced with Master Calcirust, the man bows his eyes, drops his hips, bends his knees, stretches his spine, opens his eyes cackly, and rams his positive fist poke at an invisible speed. That becomes the air pressure and hits Master Calcirast. The man's positive fist thrust will not stop. Five minutes went on striking out. Master Calcirust could play with air pressure, he was flown, the air pressure flared in his stomach, and he danced hollow. I'm about to scream. But my feet don't even move pickly out of fear. Master Calcirast hit the wall with both the sound of Dogga. And I fell down. The man is about to show off more positive fist poking in slow pace. I don't know if I'm gonna kill you!