Is It Bad That the Main Character's a Roleplayer?

Chapter 421

Episode 421 So (4)

“I mean people who use swords.”

Hawkeye grabbed the bow with a completely different expression than before. The bow, which was bent in the opposite direction due to the impact of contact with the blade, was caught in his hand and stopped in that state.

Kang!

While holding both ends of the bow with both arms, block the sword again. The tendons on the back of Hawkeye’s hand stood out.

“I don’t think archers are good at close combat.”

Chaang!

The moment he let go of one hand holding the bow, the bow bounced with tremendous force and pushed the sword away.

It has more power than striking it with a sword, so the commandment could not easily attempt to strike it, which is the basics of swordsmanship. Her arm was thrown back as if it had been struck by the impact of the explosion.

“What a foolish move—”

Of course, she was a veteran, and although she may have been a traitor, she was the chief knight of a city. The face without a hint of embarrassment quickly adjusted its posture and took a defensive stance.

In situations like this, in a fight between prosecutors and prosecutors, the attack usually comes, so it was a decision that had to be made.

“And bowmen don’t know how to fight.”

However, what she is dealing with is not a prosecutor.

Hawkeye rolled the curved bow in its original state in his hand and held the sword as if it were in integer to inverse. Then, he placed the bow between his legs from back to front.

In response, the other arm held the end of the bow stick protruding between the legs and used the thigh as leverage to bend it in the opposite direction to the bent side. It was the most standard posture for stringing a bow.

wickedness.

I don’t know when the line started. The hand that was holding the part that protruded from the back crossed to the front and held the protest. A bow with strings attached was placed between his legs.

All of that happened in one second when Kyemyung took a defensive stance out of habit.

“....”

Gye-myeong, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, urgently released his defensive stance and approached with a mid-point stance. However, in the process, Hawkeye took out the bow that was hanging on his leg and struck the sword of commandment with the bow again. His other hand pulled out an arrow that was hanging behind his back.

“If you give me distance, I will die.”

However, I felt a little bored there. Anyway, Gye-myeong was never a weak person. Even if it is not enhanced with magic, is it because it was experimented with or is it something that is innate? Even in arm wrestling with Berserk, he has enough strength to last for a few seconds.

But can you block an attack from someone like that with just one hand holding a bow? That’s not a technique or anything. He completely crushed it with his strength.

‘...They said that if it reflects reality, archers should have a higher strength stat than swordsmen, and that was true.’

“Yes?”

‘No. People who shoot archers are really strong.’

If the commandment was serious, he would have gently let it go and returned to an attacking stance, but he hits it so hard that it doesn’t work at all. If you just look at arm strength, I think Hawkeye is stronger than Berserk.

ping!

In the meantime, I quickly adjusted my bow and pulled out the string with an arrow attached to the jeolpi.

I expected him to be strong since he was one of the most talented people in the city, but it was just amazing that the gap between setting the aim and pulling the protest was less than a second.

Well, I’ve been living just eating and shooting arrows. Looking at the trajectory of the flying arrow narrowly passing Gye-myung’s cheek, it does not seem to be an unreliable hypothesis.

That too was barely avoided by the commandment, but it would have been a direct hit in the face.

“Well, I didn’t say that you wouldn’t die if you didn’t give me distance.”

“...the wantonness is sky-high.”

However, at that point, it seemed like Gyemyung’s pride had been slightly scratched. The frustration of not wanting to fit in and the doubts about why I had to do this slowly receded and were replaced by a subtle anger that I wanted to fix that arrogance first.

“good night. “You were the first to speak of death.”

At the same time, a blue energy began to rise from her body like a haze. It may not have been completely sincere as she did not have a whip, her second main weapon, and did not use magic, but it was clear that her attitude of taking the opponent lightly had gone to some extent.

Her sword curved gently and struck down the approaching arrow. The blue-green light remaining like an aurora in the air brought back bad memories.

“Hmm.”

“lily?”

Ah, I briefly remember bugs eating away at my body.

I erased the extremely dirty gluttony from my mind and watched the commandment’s attack continue smoothly. Perhaps as he calmed his mind, the elegant yet powerful techniques he remembered began to take over.

“Oh, this is a bit difficult.”

“This was enough for me so far, so I thought it would be okay this time too!”

“Fool, where is enough?”

“You didn’t even hear me when I told you to learn how to bow!”

“Why do I shoot a bow? All you have to do is go up and hit it.”

“You can’t kill something from far away with your fists!”

Of course, as soon as Crusher started arguing, he started screaming. They look really friendly.

“Compared to the protracted fight this time, both of you are less injured.”

After all, the Inquisitor returned, sat them down, and began treatment. Each time the golden light spread, the minor scars on their bodies were completely erased.

“It’s probably because of the difference in fighting style.”

“Obviously, the other side didn’t even look and shouted at me angrily. “Thanks to you, my wounds had a festival.”

“How can you fight if you’re afraid of getting hurt?”

“That is correct. “The real fight is not to be afraid of shedding blood, but to fight with the determination to make people shed more blood than I shed.”

Crusher and Berserk responded side by side to Deathbringer’s words. Still, the two people seemed to think that they were a good fit for each other, facing straight ahead and extending only one fist to the side, touching each other’s fists.

The girl who was clinging to Berserk like a cicada also placed her palm on it in vain. Crusher’s gaze fell on the girl.

“Shouldn’t a fight be aimed at not getting hurt?”

“Ha, scars are evidence of inadequacy. Are you proud of that? “It’s foolish.”

“I... am in the position of healing...”

On the other hand, Archmage and Commandment Daniel’s positions were slightly different. Although I didn’t say it, Deathbringer is probably also from this faction. A meister who isn’t here will ask, “Why are you saying nonsense? It’s best not to get hurt.”

“The commandment is true. Because I am not good enough... I have no choice but to defeat the enemy at the risk of getting hurt.”

Anyway, I wonder if the Inquisitor was the last to express his opinion. People’s eyes suddenly focused on me.

“What about Nari?”

“...What is the purpose of this call?”

“Which side am I on?”

No, Hawkeye didn’t say which one it was, but you’re asking me out of the blue? What is that thing that both of them are looking at expectantly? Are you trying to split sides?

“Of course Nari is the one who won’t get hurt, right?”

“Even though you’ve seen him for a long time, you don’t know him, hunter.”

This is ridiculous. I sat cross-legged while listening to Deathbringer and Berserk.

“If you can avoid getting hurt, it’s best not to get hurt, but if you have no choice but to get hurt, wouldn’t it be better to prioritize killing the enemy?”

“That’s my opinion! Anyway, Crusher is too aggressive.”

“I guess it’s because you only shoot arrows from behind. “Wounds are a daily occurrence in the battlefield.”

“Do not lie to me! “Crusher likes to hit things that can’t be hit with part of them and then hit them back!”

At Hawkeye’s last words, Crusher rolled his eyes and did not reply. That was the answer.

“They say they only stay silent when it’s really at a disadvantage.”

“They say that when you say something, it has to be better than silence.”

“Oh, something cool to say.”

“Oooh.”

“So have you decided to join?”

What is it? If I look at them, it seems like they are making fun of me.

I swallowed those thoughts and gave the Inquisitor a look. It was a look urging you to look back on your skills and make a decision.

The Inquisitor jumped up with a look on his face.

“I have made a decision.”

“Well, this way too.”

“I decided too!”

It was time to decide on their joining.