Bab 44: Unwavering One's Strike
"A true warrior dares to face the harshness of life, dares to confront the flowing blood, that's what fighting is all about!"
Whoosh!
Noelle watched as Jams walked away, her light green eyes filled with admiration and excitement.
He truly is the man I admire, like a firefly in the dark night, even Stormterror can't stop his magnificent figure!
"He... does Jams really intend to face that dragon alone?"
Lumine bit her lip, feeling a flicker of courage ignite in her heart.
Among the people present, she was the only one who didn't understand Jams' true strength.
In Lumine's eyes, Jams was just a gentle and cheerful fisher, not someone skilled in combat.
However, this seemingly harmless fisher dared to confront the dragon directly with a giant sword in hand.
Jams' domineering action instantly shattered Lumine's impression of him.
"So, this is the real Jams..."
Lumine gently pressed her hand against her soft chest, as if she had been influenced by Jams, feeling warm all over as courage grew within her.
"We should do something too!"
Lumine pointed to the chaotic crowd downstairs and said in a deep voice, "Even if we can't make it to the battlefield in time, we can still do what we can, like evacuating the people and preventing further accidents."
"Lumine..."
Paimon was taken aback by Lumine's words, then crossed her arms and nodded in satisfaction, "You truly are Paimon's best partner, so reliable in crucial moments!"
"..."
Amber, Barbara, and Noelle exchanged glances and nodded one after another.
Amber's bow and arrow were nowhere to be found, Noelle's greatsword was in Jams' hands, and Barbara's healing abilities were more suitable for logistics.
Instead of going into battle with Stormterror without equipment, it would be better to help organize evacuations and treat the wounded!
Shhh!
Since they were still wearing thin sleepwear, they had no choice but to tear the bedsheets in their bedrooms and turn them into makeshift capes, perfectly avoiding any exposure issues.
"Klee, you can help too!"
Little Klee jumped directly into Amber's arms. They were usually close in the Knights of Favonius, and now that Jams was gone, Amber became the primary target for Klee's coquettishness.
"Well, you should stay close to us and absolutely not play with bombs."
"Don't worry, Big Sister Amber, Klee's little backpack is missing, so I can't play with bombs~"
Klee spread her hands and pointed at a large hole in the ground, indicating that the bomb had been lost.
"..."
The group was slightly stunned and looked down at the large hole, feeling a sense of unease.
"Well..."
Noelle licked her lips and weakly said, "If Klee's bouncing bombs suddenly explode, Jams' house will..."
"Don't jinx it."
Amber glared at Noelle, "Klee's bouncing bombs are very stable. They won't explode easily. Once this dragon disaster is over, we'll find the bomb as soon as possible, and everything will be fine! Don't go talking nonsense!"
"Yeah, yeah! Noelle, don't say such things. Klee's bombs are well-behaved and won't explode!" Klee also said in her childish voice.
"..."
Barbara and Noelle had a cold sweat on their foreheads, not knowing what to say.
These two insisted not to say nonsense, but they were still so worried, afraid that Jams' house would explode, huh?
Seeing their nervousness, Lumine tilted her head curiously, her eyes full of wonder, "Are Klee's bombs really that scary?"
"Yeah, yeah! Klee looks so well-behaved, what kind of power can her researched bombs have? Don't make a big fuss out of it, okay!" Little Paimon also spread her hands, indicating that they were overreacting.
"You're not from Mondstadt, you wouldn't understand."
Amber tightly embraced Klee, as if envisioning a scene of towering mushroom clouds.
"Alright, let's quickly go downstairs and organize the evacuation! Let's go!"
Paimon raised her little fist, cheering and encouraging everyone.
The girls shyly cheered for Jams, who was getting further away.
...
"Stormterror, come and face me... Ahh!"
Jams agilely leaped between rooftops and quickly jumped onto a towering windmill.
Before he could utter any tough words, he suddenly sneezed.
"Tsk, which beauty is murmuring behind my back?" Jams looked puzzled. Why did he suddenly sneeze?
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
A gust of strong wind interrupted Jams' thoughts as the colossal form of Stormterror hovered and roared overhead.
With each flap of its wings, two pairs in total, a tempest was stirred, and the sturdy windmill blades emitted strained creaking sounds, ready to break at any moment.
"Look, there seems to be someone on the windmill!"
Stormterror's attention was drawn to Jams, reducing the pressure on the Knights of Favonius. Soon, they noticed Jams standing atop the windmill.
"Who is this person? Why are they on the windmill? Didn't we instruct unrelated individuals to evacuate?" A squad leader of the Knights of Favonius questioned the logistics team loudly.
The members of the logistics team looked confused as well. They were evacuating residents and people on the streets. Who the hell knew there was someone on the windmill!
"Don't yell in the middle of a battle, maintain order!"
Barbara, Jams' sister-in-law, emerged from a cloud of smoke.
With her golden hair in a single ponytail and wearing a well-fitted knight's attire, even after enduring a fierce battle, this acting leader remained composed and exuded a mature and capable aura.
Barbara shielded her eyes from the dazzling sunlight and looked up, carefully observing the figure at the top of the windmill.
That towering, fearless, domineering figure clad in pink pajamas turned out to be...
"Jams!?"
Upon seeing Jams' handsome profile, Jean immediately lost her composure.
How did this guy end up on the windmill confronting Stormterror? And he seemed to hold a deep grudge.
How deep could the grudge be? Did Stormterror destroy his house?
Jean was both anxious and angry, wishing to pounce on Jams and take a bite out of him.
This was Stormterror! Even if Jams wanted to join the battle, there was no need to face it alone. It was just too irrational!
"Tsk, quite a presence. So, this is the man who tamed Klee?" A man with indigo short hair, tanned skin, and a pirate eyepatch approached, smiling as he appraised Jams' back.
Whistle~~~
The man with indigo short hair whistled at Jams. "Facing Stormterror head-on, not lacking in presence. Truly the man Klee can't stop thinking about..."
"Kaeya, now is not the time for jokes!"
Jean glared at the carefree cavalry captain, Kaeya, and then turned her head back to Jams, her autumn-water eyes filled with worry.
Roar!!!
At that moment, Stormterror extended its claws and launched an attack at Jams!
Jams showed no fear on his face, his blood boiling as he raised his silver greatsword, letting out a furious roar under the sunlight!
"Among the creatures of this land, there are those who dare to face the brilliance of thunder! Unwavering One's Strike!"
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
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-- Power
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