Dran who seemed to be the eldest son of some great noble apparently lost the peacock-feather decoration when he fell, and his mob feeling became even stronger, but with the staff's help he mounted and received the lance with a high-and-mighty attitude.
You, if you keep doing that I'll destroy only the crotch of your armor.
No, I don't want to see another man's cock so I won't.
Alright. Pull myself together and resume the match.
"Begin!"
"Go! Iferaski! I'll show off your leg power."
"Pii!"
Don!
Sudden acceleration as if the ground exploded.
If I weren't being gripped by the calves I might have fallen backward.
For an instant my field of vision filled with the ground.
Because Iferaski kicked the earth in a forward-leaning posture I also leaned forward enough that I might be unhorsed. I raised my face and confirmed Dran's position.
"Take this!"
"Uwa—"
Even through the helmet I felt I saw Dran's face drawn with astonishment.
