[Series Game 19]
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Jax sat cross-legged in the middle of the bridge, weapons on his lap. Demacia has not changed much since the last time he passed, but he was not surprised. The people protect the frontier, gradually turning into warriors worth respecting. At least some of them, he thought, wiping blood on the head of a lighted street lamp. He drops the liquid through the bridge and hands in the bag to take out the third boiled egg of the day. Pushing it lightly on the gravel floor, he slowly peeled off while listening to the warriors across the bridge trying to determine who would be next to face him.
Jax picked up the mask and took a bite. He took a long breath, enjoying the golden sunshine in the wind and the smell of new land from the farms of the land to the horizon. Jax sighed; Watching this peaceful land reminds him of a place that has no longer existed. he brushed off the sadness from his head, thinking of Icathia only distracted him. The cloak is heavy, but the heat of the sun can not penetrate the skin below. Without any excretion, he was not sure what his skin looked like.
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The cold wind swept through the snow-capped mountains of the North, and the storm from the distance poured rain into the fields. Jax came from a place where there was little cloud, and rain was less. Maybe the storm will pull down the South and cause the gravel to build slippery bridges. Another challenge too!
His opponent will also have difficulty. But not too bad. Finally, a worthy warrior fighting with him against the monsters from the other side must be adept. He heard the clatter and the sword swept through the air.
"Stand up face to face with me," the voice commanded.
Jax raised a finger, eating the egg. He licked his lips and adjusted his face before looking at the warrior in front of him. A tall, broad shoulders, firm biceps. The head was covered with light from head to toe, holding a two-blade sword.
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It seems he knows how to use it. Jax admitted.
"You seem to be cutting trees all day long and still fighting at the bar," Jax said.
"I will not waste any money on you, monster," said the warrior, like everyone else. Jax sighed, fifteen failures first did not teach them anything.
"Monster?" He said and stood up. "I can show you the monster, but I'm afraid you do not live long enough to tell the other person what a real monster looks like."
He swung the street lamp to launch his shoulder muscles. Actually, it was not necessary, but he had fought for four hours and this could give the person in front of him the least chance of winning.
"Because of Demacia!" The warrior screamed and launched an easy-to-guess attack. He was fast and powerful enough to hold his sword with one hand. Jax turned around and dodged the first, slamming down the second and blocking the third. He penetrated the swordsman's roundabout and slammed his elbows on one side of the cap. The metal buckled, he fell down, moaning in pain. Jax gave him some time to get rid of the bees in head. The man removes his hat, throws it to the ground
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Blood flows from one side of the face, but Jax sees the impression of controlling his anger. The Demacia always obeyed the rules, he was happy when that did not change. The soldiers took a deep breath and attacked again, a series of thunderbolts, a series of swords, slashing and slashing their heads. Jax intercepted, the lantern constantly moving to deflect the Demacia sword and bring some bruises on the man's limbs. He lured to the left and hooked the street lamp at the opponent's feet, knocking him over. A powerful blow to his stomach caused him to bump into his stomach and lie down.
"Not enough?" Jax said. "I can change hands if it is easier for me."
"A Demacian warrior would rather die than help the enemy," the warrior said, struggling to get up. His face grimaced at Jax's sarcasm, and when attacked again, it was accompanied by a lack of discipline or skill. Jax dodged a blow in the head and changed to holding the street lamp with one hand. He turned his weapon under the man's sword and grabbed his wrist. The sword is pulled from the hand, fly up. Jax cleverly took it.
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Nice weapons, "he said, performing a sword dance. "Lighter than appearance."
He demacia pulled out his dagger. Jax shook his head like that stupid man. He threw his sword across the bridge and stepped aside. He dodged a slash and grabbed his sword with his hand.
"Hope you know how to swim," he said, twisting his wrist, lifting the warrior up and throwing him over the bridge. The man falls to the river as Jax plugs the street lamp down the gravel.
"Who is next?" He said.
"Will be me," said a woman who had just off get down the horse. The side of the horse is sweaty, the cloak to cling dust. She wears armor chest with a silver, sword blade long black side.
She strode past the crowd gathered at the bridgehead toward him, her balanced gaze and perfect self-confidence. Her face was angular and aristocratic, with black hair and red stripe wrapped around her. Eyes cold. They only promise death.
"Who are you?" Jax asked pleasantly.
"My name is Laurent Fiora," she said, pulling out her weapon. A sword to fight double, the blade glows to steel. "And this is my bridge."
Jax smiled beneath the mask.
Finally there is a rival worthy of Jax!