
Right after landing on the cracked road, a Naytiba's claw gouges the concrete behind EVE. She tilts Blood Edge, measuring the counter.
by FG
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
ひび割れた道路へ着地した直後、背後のコンクリートをナイティバの爪が抉った。イヴはブラッドエッジを傾け、反撃の間合いを測っている。
空中回避からひび割れた道路へ着地した瞬間、背後でナイティバの爪がコンクリートを抉る。ブラッドエッジを傾け、すぐ反撃できる角度に構える。
……爪が地面に噛んだ。抜くまでの間が、あいつの隙。

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