27 – Rookie Gladiator-13
It was a little, but he was limping. The wounds on her legs were not small.
Her figure dripping with her blood looked desperate and resolute.
Holding the pitchfork firmly with both her hands, she started moving first.
Good luck. Her stamina was also almost discharged, but she didn’t notice it just because she was her.
Being simply exhausted and blood flowing from her body are different. Now, she can’t guarantee her victory just by stepping backwards in line with my attack.
“Haap!”
She attacked first. The blade of the pitchfork poking in from a distance was fierce, but not to the point of being unable to block or avoid it.
“Suck!”
She somehow moved her body to create an opportunity to attack damage. The pitchfork stuck in the ground moved wildly and attacked me from behind.
“Kuk!”
However, she no longer has the scythe as her means of attack. In other words, I don’t mind ignoring her as long as I watch out for the sharpness of her pitchfork.
Turning your back on the other person during a sword fight was an act that could be called reckless, but I changed my posture and blocked the blade of the pitchfork flying behind me with my shield.
A huge shock for a while. She again took her pitchfork short and spun it around and attacked me on the other side.
“Big!”
After blocking that, I rushed again to close the distance.
“Ha!”
But this time she didn’t back her step. She gently pulled the pitchfork to the floor and tried to trip over her leg.
“Suck!”
The sound was unusual. He jumped and swept the ground to avoid the pitchfork passing by.
With me as the center, she turned around in an oblique line and glared at me.
It was being attacked. Jumping, shaking off a leg caught on a pitchfork, and repositioning consumes stamina.
However, it was definitely different from before. It wasn’t a bland fight where she simply ran behind her and I had to chase and catch her. Block, fight, hold on, and seize the opportunity.
Her pitchfork moved gracefully to the extent that it was unbelievable that she was wielding that long and heavy pitchfork.
“Kuh…”
She tried to avoid it, but the impact landed on her shoulder instead of her head. Thanks to her armor, she wasn’t hurt, but she couldn’t avoid stumbling a bit.
However, it was visible. Blood continues to flow from her leg. A painful moan leaked from Mary’s mouth.
Several more times, the workshop continued.
Marie slowly circled around me and continued to attack me, but I somehow managed not to allow her to hit the head.
“I won!!!”
“Evan won! That b*tch is tired!”
“Don’t hold on so badly, surrender before you get your throat cut!!!”
The shouts of the crowd rang in my ears, making me a little dizzy. However, it seemed that my judgment was not necessarily wrong.
I have endured enough. Besides, my patience was reaching its limit.
She’s staggering now, but I’m not all right, it’s just hidden inside her armor.
When you have an opportunity, you should seize it.
“Now!”
As soon as I blocked her attack, I ran towards Marie.
After grabbing her pitchfork briefly to retrieve it, she slammed it over my head.
I won.
Marie miscalculated my speed. The pitchfork falling to that position was at a level that could be avoided by running with full force.
If you run like this and swing your sword, then you won’t be able to grab the pitchfork again. Since there is no scythe, there is not even a chance that a variable will be created.
I stared straight at Mari and ran with all my might-
“Oh?”
I ran, but I couldn’t.
Just a little bit, my feet trembled. I couldn’t kick off the ground and jump out as stably as I expected.
It is not flat. The groove is dug. It shouldn’t have happened.
Right before the gladiator fight begins, the staff belonging to the Colosseum rushes out and starts the work of flattening all the terrain…
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Ah.
I realized.
A pitchfork is fundamentally a tool for digging the ground.
And then, I blocked or avoided Marie’s attack, which was stamped from the top down.
I don’t know if it’s an attack that was blocked, but if it’s an attack that was dodged, the ground will inevitably be dug up in the process of recovering…
“Awesome!”
There was no time to think. I didn’t go as far as I thought, and the pitchfork that was aiming at my head missed just a little bit.
But, as long as my posture was this unstable, it wasn’t a failed attack.
“It’s over!”
She gave me a hard shove on the shoulder from behind the pitchfork. With the harsh sound of metal colliding with metal, I fell forward.
The armor stuck in the ground pushes the sand away, leaving you with a stinky feeling in your mouth.
There is no time to lie down. Wake up ASAP…
“That’s it.”
I felt the cold yet sharp touch of a pitchfork on my neck.
“After…”
What knocked me down was her pitchfork. Of course, just pulling it lightly would have driven the blade of a pitchfork into my neck.
After letting out a painful sigh, I admitted defeat in a somber voice.
“I lost.”
Silence hung over the stadium. I laughed and lay down on the field.
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“Ughhh…”
The treatment ended in an instant. Well, at that time, I, who was beaten right before my death, was also the medical staff who treated me in a few days.
The wound on his side stabbed by a scythe and the hole in his neck from a pitchfork healed instantly.
I still felt a tingling pain when I loosened my neck or when something touched my side, but it was just about that.
After taking a good rest for a day or two, it will be healed like it was washed.
“Ha…”
“Do you have a lot of pain?”
“It’s okay. I think it’s done.”
“Please visit the infirmary again tomorrow as there may be aftereffects. It is fortunate that the wound is not deep.”
The continuous sighing was not caused by the pain of the body.
If I had to ask, it was regret.
I was able to win. In the first sword fight, I thought that I could do nothing and get beaten up, but it wasn’t to that extent.
It became a fight. Most of it was thanks to the armor he was wearing, but he was still able to fight.
I was able to win. If I had been a little more careful, if I had known a little more, if I could have held on for a few more minutes.
There were many opportunities. If I had come out a little earlier and understood her fighting style, I wouldn’t have lost my energy over useless work.
Before stepping on the ring, there were things I didn’t know.
In my head, I knew something like ‘I’m wearing armor, so I have to go in confidently.’
However, there were problems that could not be solved with the word ‘narrowing the distance’.
Before the fight, I couldn’t understand how to close the distance effectively, how much to receive the enemy’s attack, and how much to avoid.
Even taking that aside, there was a chance to win.
If you had been a little more careful with the scythe, what if you had cut your leg once and then attacked it by targeting your left arm enough to pull out the scythe?
Marie, who was able to move normally after receiving a wound on her side, had stronger fighting spirit than I expected. However, it should have been expected.
Perhaps she should have thrown away her sword and ran in, blocking her limbs and knocking her down, instead of swinging her sword at her leg at all.
Not only is my weight not formidable compared to that of a woman in this world, and considering the weight of her armor, she probably couldn’t shake it off with her own strength.
However, I was focusing too much on my legs.
She was so absorbed in the fact that her mobility prevented her from gaining an advantage, that she concentrated all her energy on neutralizing it.
Actually, it wasn’t a wrong choice at all. Putting down her sword and subduing her was not necessarily the right choice.
She didn’t notice the scythe, and it was me who hesitated even for a moment at the sensation of stabbing her body.
If such a situation had occurred without a sword, a scythe might have been placed on her neck after being subdued with her reverse. But that wasn’t the only mistake I made…
Even at the end, I wouldn’t have known it if I had sought reason a little more and went in calmly.
If only she had been cognizant of the fact that her land could be piled up, and paid attention to her surroundings instead of just staring at her and running.
Rather than rushing immediately when the opportunity arose, if I had induced a delayed battle on my side so that Marie could bleed more.
“Damn it…”
It was a battle that could be won. It wasn’t one-sided, and if you weren’t vigilant even a little bit, you could have won.
Sadness and regret kept creating sighs inside me.
“Ji, are you really okay?”
“The body is fine. The body is…”
At least in this passage, I couldn’t complain.
Marie, who was lying on the bed next to the infirmary, was suffering from a huge wound that was incomparable to mine.
She is the one who shed her blood even while fighting. No matter how deep the wound was, the area of the wound was not small.
I looked at Marie with a sad face.
She is the one who fought better than anyone else. If it weren’t for her armor, she would have scratched my back and legs with a pitchfork without even needing to defend herself.
But she didn’t let her cheers go to her. Her audience rather blamed her, or looked at me, her loser.
At least I had to understand her. Because it’s the same kind of business.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Marie, who heard me, looked at me with her eyes wide open in her doubts.
Then, she smiled broadly.