?"A game of handball." Ambrose mused. "That's another interesting one."
Moriarty and Godfraud looked at each other and then sprinted forward. They ran and jumped over the small obstacles of nature and met each other on top of the white-railed bridge.
The white handball was still untouched.
Moriarty pulled out his spear, and as he thrust it forward, his well-toned arm extended alongside the spear.
Godfraud pulled out a shield and blocked the spear. The spear rattled the shield with a loud clang, but it did not penetrate through.
He then deflected the spear, letting it go past him, and then picked up the handball from the ground before tossing it backwards towards his own goal.
Before it reached the goal, Deimos caught the handball in mid-air and started running towards the opponent's goal.
Moriarty narrowed his eyes, masterfully twirled the spear around him, and smashed it at the shield.
Godfraud's knees slightly buckled as the shield suffered the force of the spear, and then Moriarty sprang off the ground and kicked him square in the chest.
"Grh…" Godfraud stumbled backwards and almost fell down to his chest.
At this moment, both Moriarty and Godfraud realized that he didn't lose any health. They realized that no one would lose their health in this game of handball.
The only way to beat the opponent was to be the first to reach the three goals.
Deimos ran past the trees and saw the goal behind some of the smaller hills that were barely waist-high.
However, there was a goalie ahead, and his name was Ambrose.
Ambrose stood in front of the goal and looked straight at the approaching Deimos. He was the only threat now, as Moriarty wasn't allowing Godfraud to go past him.
'Who the fuck cares about his crazy high bounty!' Deimos gritted his teeth. 'I'll crush him. I am not known as Murder Deimos for nothing!'
He screamed loudly, moved his arm behind him, and the handball in his hand started spinning rapidly.
"The Death Whirlwind!" Deimos screamed and whipped his arm forward.
The handball shot out of his hand and spun around with the power of the Death Whirlwind, increasing its destructiveness and speed.
In normal circumstances, the handball would shred to pieces, but this one was clearly not made out of normal material.
Ambrose stopped the handball with his bare hand, but the handball still continued to spin against his palm with an unsettling force.
And then Ambrose squeezed the handball and forcefully stopped its spin. It was still smoking and emitting a faint smell of burning rubber.
"Tch." Deimos clicked his tongue and cracked his knuckles.
Ambrose bent his knees and sprang high into the air. Then he used Formlessness and started flying across the large room like a missile with the handball in hand.
He saw the goal nearing in the distance.
"He can fucking fly?!" Deimos cried out as he watched him fly by like a missile.
"Oh, shit!" Godfraud used the shield and pushed Moriarty away from him.
Then, he turned around and started running back to the goal.
"No, you aren't!" Moriarty reeled in his spear and threw it with lightning speed towards Godfraud.
Godfraud looked over his shoulder and deflected the spear with the shield. The spear got deflected to the side and fell on the calm river surface with a soft splash.
He then rushed towards the goal and started goaltending, with one shield in hand and the other poised to slap down any incoming handballs.
Ambrose flew towards the goal and saw Godfraud blocking most of the goal, but the upper corners were still vulnerable.
He stopped in the air and hovered above the ground. Then he pulled out his crimson sword, tossed the handball into the air, and used the crimson sword as a bat to strike the handball with incredible force.
The handball flew forward with tremendous speed, heading straight towards the right upper corner of the goal.
Godfraud was about to attempt intercepting the handball with the shield, but then Moriarty rushed in with his now-soaked spear and stabbed it right towards him.
"Tch…" Godfraud blocked the spear with his shield just in time, but he helplessly watched as the handball neared the goal.
"Multi-Arm!" He shouted, and several arms shot out from his back, and they slapped the handball away from the goal.
Ambrose dropped down to the ground and picked up the handball before it fell into another river.
"Keep him busy!" He shouted towards Moriarty.
"No problem!" Moriarty raised his spear and started releasing a bunch of attacks.
Godfraud desperately started parrying and blocking the strikes. They fought valiantly in front of the goal.
Ambrose was ready to throw, but at that moment, Deimos came rushing in and tackled him to the ground.
"Ngh…" Ambrose fell on his back to the ground and quickly rolled back onto his feet.
"Give it back!" Deimos moved his hand towards the handball, trying to snatch it back from him.
But Ambrose swiftly dodged his attempt and sprinted away with the handball clutched tightly in his grasp. He was heading straight to the goal again.
Deimos chased after him, determined to stop him before he could score another point.
"Moriarty!" Ambrose shouted, and before letting him react, he threw the handball towards him.
Moriarty looked sideways towards the handball and looked surprised.
'Use your spear to smash it to the goal!' The knight's soul inside him shouted.
Moriarty twirled the spear around and smashed it into the handball.
He directed the handball just enough for it to soar past Godfraud's head and into the net.
Ding, ding!
On the wall, a screen appeared that showed the score.
***
[Phoenix Quill - 1]
[Vs]
[High Bounters - 0]
***
"Let's go!" Moriarty shouted, pumping his fist in the air.
Godfraud and Deimos gritted their teeth angrily.
Ambrose smiled, and at that moment, he and Moriarty teleported back near their goal.
And then, the white handball appeared back on the white-railed bridge.
"That's the way to go, I guess." Moriarty said. "Throwing straight to the goal won't do anything. We need to start passing and use our abilities and weapons to outsmart our opponents."
"Yeah, but they will now do the same." Ambrose said, and he saw that Deimos was already running towards the handball while Godfraud slowly followed behind him.
They wouldn't reach the handball in time before their opponents.
"Let's focus on the defense now." Ambrose said, "With both of us in the goal, they'll never make a goal."
Moriarty nodded and stabbed the spear in the ground in front of him, then stepped back to stand guard.
Deimos snatched the handball from the ground and tossed it in his hand while slowly approaching them. He was whispering something to Godfraud.
"Muscle Defense!" Ambrose's muscles swelled like balloons, and he guarded over half of the goal.
There was only a small amount of goal on the left side, and Moriarty was guarding it.
At that moment, Godfraud ran past Deimos and ran towards the two goalkeepers.
'What's he planning?' Ambrose frowned.
'Do not underestimate them.' The knight's soul spoke inside Moriarty.
"…" Moriarty narrowed his eyes.
"Haaa!" Godfraud spread his arms around, and dozens of arms shot out from his back like branches of a twisted tree.
He then swung his arms forward, and they smashed straight through Ambrose and Moriarty, slowly pushing them inside the goal.
However, Ambrose didn't flinch even the slightest, as during Muscle Defense, he was like a mountain.
Moriarty summoned the spear back to his hand and sliced through the arms. The arms fell to the ground and turned into actual tree branches.
However, at that moment, they heard a sound of beeping and saw the score on the wall turn 1-1.
"What?" Moriarty's eyes widened in shock and he turned inside the goal, where one branch was holding the handball.
"Heh…" Godfraud grinned sinisterly, reveling in his successful trickery.
"Shit…" Ambrose moved the tongue inside his mouth with annoyance.
?"A game of handball." Ambrose mused. "That's another interesting one."
Moriarty and Godfraud looked at each other and then sprinted forward. They ran and jumped over the small obstacles of nature and met each other on top of the white-railed bridge.
The white handball was still untouched.
Moriarty pulled out his spear, and as he thrust it forward, his well-toned arm extended alongside the spear.
Godfraud pulled out a shield and blocked the spear. The spear rattled the shield with a loud clang, but it did not penetrate through.
He then deflected the spear, letting it go past him, and then picked up the handball from the ground before tossing it backwards towards his own goal.
Before it reached the goal, Deimos caught the handball in mid-air and started running towards the opponent's goal.
Moriarty narrowed his eyes, masterfully twirled the spear around him, and smashed it at the shield.
Godfraud's knees slightly buckled as the shield suffered the force of the spear, and then Moriarty sprang off the ground and kicked him square in the chest.
"Grh…" Godfraud stumbled backwards and almost fell down to his chest.
At this moment, both Moriarty and Godfraud realized that he didn't lose any health. They realized that no one would lose their health in this game of handball.
The only way to beat the opponent was to be the first to reach the three goals.
Deimos ran past the trees and saw the goal behind some of the smaller hills that were barely waist-high.
However, there was a goalie ahead, and his name was Ambrose.
Ambrose stood in front of the goal and looked straight at the approaching Deimos. He was the only threat now, as Moriarty wasn't allowing Godfraud to go past him.
'Who the fuck cares about his crazy high bounty!' Deimos gritted his teeth. 'I'll crush him. I am not known as Murder Deimos for nothing!'
He screamed loudly, moved his arm behind him, and the handball in his hand started spinning rapidly.
"The Death Whirlwind!" Deimos screamed and whipped his arm forward.
The handball shot out of his hand and spun around with the power of the Death Whirlwind, increasing its destructiveness and speed.
In normal circumstances, the handball would shred to pieces, but this one was clearly not made out of normal material.
Ambrose stopped the handball with his bare hand, but the handball still continued to spin against his palm with an unsettling force.
And then Ambrose squeezed the handball and forcefully stopped its spin. It was still smoking and emitting a faint smell of burning rubber.
"Tch." Deimos clicked his tongue and cracked his knuckles.
Ambrose bent his knees and sprang high into the air. Then he used Formlessness and started flying across the large room like a missile with the handball in hand.
He saw the goal nearing in the distance.
"He can fucking fly?!" Deimos cried out as he watched him fly by like a missile.
"Oh, shit!" Godfraud used the shield and pushed Moriarty away from him.
Then, he turned around and started running back to the goal.
"No, you aren't!" Moriarty reeled in his spear and threw it with lightning speed towards Godfraud.
Godfraud looked over his shoulder and deflected the spear with the shield. The spear got deflected to the side and fell on the calm river surface with a soft splash.
He then rushed towards the goal and started goaltending, with one shield in hand and the other poised to slap down any incoming handballs.
Ambrose flew towards the goal and saw Godfraud blocking most of the goal, but the upper corners were still vulnerable.
He stopped in the air and hovered above the ground. Then he pulled out his crimson sword, tossed the handball into the air, and used the crimson sword as a bat to strike the handball with incredible force.
The handball flew forward with tremendous speed, heading straight towards the right upper corner of the goal.
Godfraud was about to attempt intercepting the handball with the shield, but then Moriarty rushed in with his now-soaked spear and stabbed it right towards him.
"Tch…" Godfraud blocked the spear with his shield just in time, but he helplessly watched as the handball neared the goal.
"Multi-Arm!" He shouted, and several arms shot out from his back, and they slapped the handball away from the goal.
Ambrose dropped down to the ground and picked up the handball before it fell into another river.
"Keep him busy!" He shouted towards Moriarty.
"No problem!" Moriarty raised his spear and started releasing a bunch of attacks.
Godfraud desperately started parrying and blocking the strikes. They fought valiantly in front of the goal.
Ambrose was ready to throw, but at that moment, Deimos came rushing in and tackled him to the ground.
"Ngh…" Ambrose fell on his back to the ground and quickly rolled back onto his feet.
"Give it back!" Deimos moved his hand towards the handball, trying to snatch it back from him.
But Ambrose swiftly dodged his attempt and sprinted away with the handball clutched tightly in his grasp. He was heading straight to the goal again.
Deimos chased after him, determined to stop him before he could score another point.
"Moriarty!" Ambrose shouted, and before letting him react, he threw the handball towards him.
Moriarty looked sideways towards the handball and looked surprised.
'Use your spear to smash it to the goal!' The knight's soul inside him shouted.
Moriarty twirled the spear around and smashed it into the handball.
He directed the handball just enough for it to soar past Godfraud's head and into the net.
Ding, ding!
On the wall, a screen appeared that showed the score.
***
[Phoenix Quill - 1]
[Vs]
[High Bounters - 0]
***
"Let's go!" Moriarty shouted, pumping his fist in the air.
Godfraud and Deimos gritted their teeth angrily.
Ambrose smiled, and at that moment, he and Moriarty teleported back near their goal.
And then, the white handball appeared back on the white-railed bridge.
"That's the way to go, I guess." Moriarty said. "Throwing straight to the goal won't do anything. We need to start passing and use our abilities and weapons to outsmart our opponents."
"Yeah, but they will now do the same." Ambrose said, and he saw that Deimos was already running towards the handball while Godfraud slowly followed behind him.
They wouldn't reach the handball in time before their opponents.
"Let's focus on the defense now." Ambrose said, "With both of us in the goal, they'll never make a goal."
Moriarty nodded and stabbed the spear in the ground in front of him, then stepped back to stand guard.
Deimos snatched the handball from the ground and tossed it in his hand while slowly approaching them. He was whispering something to Godfraud.
"Muscle Defense!" Ambrose's muscles swelled like balloons, and he guarded over half of the goal.
There was only a small amount of goal on the left side, and Moriarty was guarding it.
At that moment, Godfraud ran past Deimos and ran towards the two goalkeepers.
'What's he planning?' Ambrose frowned.
'Do not underestimate them.' The knight's soul spoke inside Moriarty.
"…" Moriarty narrowed his eyes.
"Haaa!" Godfraud spread his arms around, and dozens of arms shot out from his back like branches of a twisted tree.
He then swung his arms forward, and they smashed straight through Ambrose and Moriarty, slowly pushing them inside the goal.
However, Ambrose didn't flinch even the slightest, as during Muscle Defense, he was like a mountain.
Moriarty summoned the spear back to his hand and sliced through the arms. The arms fell to the ground and turned into actual tree branches.
However, at that moment, they heard a sound of beeping and saw the score on the wall turn 1-1.
"What?" Moriarty's eyes widened in shock and he turned inside the goal, where one branch was holding the handball.
"Heh…" Godfraud grinned sinisterly, reveling in his successful trickery.
"Shit…" Ambrose moved the tongue inside his mouth with annoyance.
