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05.03.297 — a brawl in honor of Deus Mariarnelia's birthday
Round 6
While Axel was unsuccessfully aiming at Lorican, the latter hit his wyvern. And Ferlutz, having returned to his usual strategy after my retreat, finished off the poor beast with his throwing weapon, instantly turning the Knight of the Gloomy Sky into a pedestrian.
Orwald finally stopped standing aside and delivered a precise strike to Avesome, forcing the latter to retreat and spend time healing instead of attacking. Following the Golden Tower, Ambrose also pierced the Knight of Virtuosity with his spear. Alaria tried to finish off Albu's warrior with a throwing knife but missed. No matter how you look at it, fate was still favoring him, allowing him to stay on his feet.
Meanwhile, I continued to keep my distance from Ferlutz so that he wouldn't attack me or Zephyr. Along the way, I shot at Jason, but the Knight of Imperturbability literally didn't feel my arrow. Quite the opposite! He easily pulled it out of his armor and used it for a successful shot at Bastion.
With no opponents nearby, Nelia and Gingkink simply walked. Tarentos followed suit, taking a defensive position along the way. Gong.
I just didn't understand — who was avenged, and for what?
- No one, really, it just fit the conversation. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the avenger." But I have no enemies, even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we shape with brushstrokes however we please.
- And did the master get anything worthwhile in return for those bruises and scrapes? Style is style, but in essence, injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd. I think we could have fought, and you would have understood my level, but I stand no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born — or to become — knight material.
- Oh, absolutely! I got this, and that's the most important thing! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge remains. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers get cut off, winners remain, — Vargas claps the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good lad, there seems to be something hopeless in you, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, that's not up for debate! So you have zero eliminations? It seems fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll become your first. Ha-hah, as strange as that may sound! Will you show me what you've got? — Lester draws a Swiss Army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's simple. I can't assess your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.
- In my opinion, the real intelligence was obtained by that milady on the pegasus, not you, master, but as you say — you surely know better. Yes, I have no eliminations, but there were anti-eliminations — I am, after all, a medic of sorts. Oh well. — The servant picks up his most ordinary sword. — Just don't hit the organs if possible, better aim for the face. But not the eyes, and I'd like to keep my teeth too.
Happy Life
Небо
