Episode 6.

The wind blows.

Sand and dust kicked up.

The male protagonist and the second male protagonist stand at both ends of the picture.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The second male held the hilt of the sword with one hand, suddenly coughed violently a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, he lowered his head, looked at the sword blade that reflected the cold and the blood foam next to him, paused, straightened his waist suddenly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised the long sword to aim at the male protagonist.

Smack.

The male protagonist's severed arm also dripped a drop of thick blood, he tore off the fabric at the sleeve, wrapped the cut wound at will, and took a step forward.

"I said ......"

Just.

Both the guard and Lilith were shocked by the unexpected situation of the second man's sudden attack, and froze in place.

Until the male protagonist grabbed Lilith's clothes, struggled to get up, tore off the sleeve fabric, wrapped the wound, and took a step forward, the not very wide back blocked the light. Lilith woke up from a dream, and she quietly broke free of the guard's arms and spoke cautiously.

What answered her was the male protagonist's instantly tense shoulder muscles.

The camera zooms out.

Big vista.

The protagonists standing at both ends of the picture pause for a second, then exert their strength violently and rush towards each other, and the dust is billowing behind them, like a dragon turning over.

Soon.

The two of them were close at hand.

The second male raised the long sword, and the tip of the sword separated the airflow.

The male protagonist leaned forward and ran forward, moving forward.

A little chilly.

The tip of the sword broke through the air flow and blew up the broken hair in front of the male protagonist's forehead, which was about to pierce the last moment of the skull.

The picture changes from static to fast.

The male protagonist's right foot straddles, his waist exerts force, and the whole person twists and dodges the tip of the sword. With the help of rotational force, a powerful knee hit directly towards the abdomen of the second man.

The second male arm bent, sideways to collect the sword, one hand held the hilt, the other hand opened against the hilt, pressed down, and pressed the male protagonist's knee back.

The waves of air dispersed.

The male protagonist's knee was pressed down, and his toes hit the ground, hitting the ground, and pulling out a groove.

The male protagonist used this relay to lift his other leg, bend his knees, and aim at the abdomen of the second male again.

The second male lifted the long sword upside down, with the hilt facing forward, aimed at the male protagonist's throat.

Syllable.

The male protagonist protected his throat with one hand, and the second male blocked the knee with one hand.

The two exchanged blows and distanced themselves.

Then, rush to the other side again.

The two swooped forward.

When approaching again.

The male protagonist's legs moved horizontally, and he stopped his body stiffly, and then raised his left leg high.

Under the extremely oppressive lens, the male protagonist stepped on it violently.

The long sword that stabbed straight was stepped on, and the second male figure staggered.

The male protagonist's one-armed fist.

Pull it up.

It's like pulling up the lens.

The shot aimed at the stepped on the blade of the sword was slowly pulled up as the male protagonist clenched his fist and raised his hand, aiming at the male protagonist's back and his bent arms.

Full of tension.

"Ahhh!!hhh

The male protagonist raised his fist.

Smooth and powerful.

Bang.

The fist enlarged in the pupils of the second male and ended up smashing into his face.

The second man's face was distorted, and after a pause, he flew out.

The male protagonist swooped forward again.

Catch up with the second male and jump up violently, with his arms bent and his elbows down.

No mud and water.

Bang.

The second male was smashed to the ground again.

The male protagonist stepped on it when he raised his foot.

The second male rolled to the side and swung his sword to slash at the male protagonist's ankle.

The male protagonist raised his foot again and stepped on the blade of the sword, and moved up, directly pressing the hand holding the sword under the hilt of the second man, and at the same time bent his knees and imprinted it on the face of the second man.

Syllable.

The second male lying on the ground blocked the knee with his other hand, and the lower plate was violently forced, and the leg was swept across, and the male protagonist was directly swept to the ground.

At the same time, he kicked him in the face.

It was the male protagonist's turn to roll out.

The second male struggled to get up, picked up the long sword and rushed towards the male protagonist, and it was a sword to his throat.

Poof.

The male protagonist used his broken arm to block again.

Let the broken arm once again have a bloody hole.

With the time gained, the male protagonist kicked the second male in the abdomen, widened the distance, and struggled to get up.

The two fought like they were fighting in the streets.

Although the footage feels very tense and smooth.

But not gorgeous.

At this moment, it is as if the two protagonists have forgotten the complicated power system in the comics, and will only use pure physical strength to bite each other.

Brutal and primitive.

The impact is very strong.

The multi-purpose meeting room of CDD Animation Studio has become quiet at some point.

Rina Shirakawa looked at the two protagonists on the projection cloth and shuddered a little.

She swears that she has never drawn a plot like this, but the feeling of the animation makes her feel like a comic, and that the two protagonists in her story should be like this.

It's like something is being pressed down.

It's like something is being accumulated.

in the play.

The two protagonists are like beasts that have been bitten tired, pulling away and gasping violently.

"You ......"

Lilith in the distance, stepping forward and wanting to speak.

Bang.

But the two protagonists have already rushed to each other again.

Empty-handed against long-bladed.

In the very center of the frame, the two collided.

The male protagonist turned his head sideways, and the second male long sword slashed at his shoulder, and he also smashed a fist on the second male cheek.

"Aren't you going for revenge? Aren't you going to avenge Alice, come on! ”

The male protagonist had red eyes, and suddenly roared, ignoring the long blade on his shoulder that was getting more and more embedded downward, and his arm was forceful, and he was about to fly the second male hammer out.

Airplanes.

Hear the words of the male protagonist.

The second man's face suddenly couldn't see clearly, as if it had turned black, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already bloodshot.

He let go of the long sword, crossed his hands and locked it, locked the arm of the male protagonist's fist, and then kicked the male protagonist with his right leg.

The male protagonist staggered forward.

The second man's head tilted back sharply.

Bang!

Forehead to forehead.

The waves of air dispersed.

The male protagonist rolled his eyes and briefly lost consciousness.

The second male with red marks and bruises on his forehead, dragged the male protagonist's arm, turned around directly, threw the male protagonist out, and before the other party flew out, he pulled out the long sword embedded in his shoulder.

"Thorn."

The second male lowered his body, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the long sword to his shoulder, and pointed the tip of the sword towards the male protagonist.

The camera focuses on the tip of the sword that flashes coldly, and then follows the blade of the sword, slowly moving forward until it focuses on the male second's distorted face.

Stop it.

What has been accumulated seems to be at its peak.

Close-up of the second male with oppression and tension.

The wind is blowing.

The second male broke through the air.

Overturn the guards in your way.

A sword pierced the male protagonist's shoulder.

Poof.

"I. Come. Finish! ”

The second man's long sword penetrated the male protagonist's shoulder, and he resisted the other party to the death, announcing word by word.

The male protagonist rests his legs against the ground, holding the blade with one hand, preventing the blade from continuing to pierce.

His eyes widened, and he tried his best to stare at the second male, and his face was distorted to the point of deformation.

Like a beast in a cage.

Blood snapped down.

The two protagonists face off!

in the conference room.

Nakata Tomo, who is also an overseer, suddenly shuddered when he saw this scene.

Somewhat excited.

Very inexplicably excited.

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