RETREAT (1)
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18061819 (Six) remembering dancing on the feckless waves after waves against the stormy sea.
On his side is the last row of hope clenched tightly at his blade.
It was very crowded and narrow inside the room.
It was very difficult for him to go around and turn over, and so was the other foreign figure.
As soon as he dares to move, there is broken debris falling from the place, and his clothes are shattered, bloodied all over now.
Such a sight had no difference from a road beggar who can't take care of himself or herself.
Well, he is a little worse than anyone.
Except hair braided in fish has been left untouched, neat to look at.
The typical daily wear of the office workers and social animals was far from what he was wearing; the fitted male cheongsam made him appear very different from everyone.
Deserved of someone who's been the 'strange one' from the beginning.
After 18061819 (Six) attacking by his hand, on the other hand, he saw the other party just popping out another tentacle that was just cut a while ago.
The flesh bled the ground as in seconds it regenerates in front of the eyes, and it does not become the same as before.
18061819 (Six) noticed this kind of change, making his eyebrow raise a bit. Because there was no more information in his confused memory.
He doesn't know if this is the first time that these foreign invaders did it before them.
This should not be a similar thing from hundred years ago.
18061819 (Six) tightened the blade in his hand, and put it away those thoughts.
He twisted the flesh instinctively, wanting some kind of damage.
The other party could see the intent but was puzzled out from own next actions.
It was done—the mission task is done.
There is no need to stay in this place anymore.
In addition to what's given work under this side, there was a chance of an encounter like this.
Having it, isn't this already a good thing?
This is what the foreign invader can't help but think about, and 18061819 (Six) had no idea his opponent was thinking about leaving again.
The foreign figure in front of him change his movement, taking advantage of countered advances.
As soon as there is a move, the other would choose to slow down, as if someone had to look at the fight between them in surprise, and this made 18061819 (Six) messed up a little.
He clenched his teeth subtly against in each strike.
Except for obvious mistakes when his strength seemed to move a bit slower than before, there is nothing wrong with him.
The fight between them resulted in a lot of broken walls, and the things inside the room were either broken or scattered around without care.
The collision at each attack cost a lot of damaged properties.
But who would care about such a matte at this moment?
18061819 (Six) looked toward his opponent, black lips, and red eyes, wearing a darkened-color elastic suit for their kind.
With a look of the other world, the moment they stepped on this planet, seeing just one figure of them, the usual thudding of the residents' hearts would ring in their ears straightaway.
For ordinary people at the lower part of society they're too different, far from an alien with a big head, but definitely an alien from outside the planet.
18061819 (Six) ’s eyes were on the other party as the other was also on him, and that look almost said the unspoken words from their side.
You are very different from me. How can existence stand together like this.
After a subtle pause for one or two seconds, 18061819 (Six) quickly retracted his gaze and fell into a blank mind.
This fight has to end soon, he had no time to take himself very delicately.
It is the same thought as the others.
So when 18061819 (Six) took a step away from the tentacles grasp, he had already caught the sight of the empty space beside the foreign figure.
Before he could react, the other left without looking back and leaving him with his almost dumb face.
Too bad an expression like that is still far from being shown on this face for a while.
18061819 (Six) looking at the wisp of smoke: "...."
Left again?
He seemed to be always left behind by these people.
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