As if the wind itself had a shell on it.
then
It appears as if it were a slap from above.
Sky Carapace
a giant crustacean insect-like vehicle.
It's not a wing, but a shield-like engraving
Use it as a rushing weapon in the air.
The air is tearing.
battle
Dried was riding on a giant floating crossbow
lower one's posture.
"It's fast... It doesn't open in front of you."
The sky carapace hits it as it is.
a rush.
The crossbow shakes greatly once due to the air shock.
but
At that moment.
The dryer spins the crossbow.
The properties of wood, wind, and stone overlap
A natural bullet for penetration is formed.
It's not shooting.
Yet.
on the other side
Naird glides through the air as he stands on a sword.
The blade bends like a wave.
"Even though the shell is hard... There is a connection."
Naid bounces his wrists
A couple of swords scattered like fans
Gather in one piece.
turning in the air
Dig into the wing joint of the carapace.
Biting!!
a metallic sound.
Some of the shells crack, but they are not completely pierced.
Instead, turn around faster
Pressure both fairies at the same time.
a decisive hit
That's when the dryer moves.
plunge the crossbow down.
Like falling leaves.
And on that descent track
Tie up the wind.
The air is twisted, compressed,
One natural penetration line is made.
"Now."
Naird was blinded
It approaches Carapace as if it's attracting the attention of her.
Moment
Boom!!
a bullet fired from a crossbow
Pierce from bottom to top.
It's not breaking the skin
The way to tear the inside apart.
The body of the sky collar face
He pauses in the air.
And
Cracks spread.
Result
The crust is split
It falls in chunks.
Shards of broken pieces in the air
It falls like rain.
Naird folds his sword
I'm back in a surfer like position,
The dryer floats the crossbow again.
"The sky is not a safe place either."
"But still... We're more used to it."
From a distance,
I can see the shadow of another Wilder flying force.