Cold weapons are a man's romance

clang!Two long swords intertwined.Cesar and Vincenzo stared at each other, and started the next round of offense and defense.

Facts have proved that the legendary battle of one against two will only appear in movies, because people in reality have no skills at all, and when fighting the enemy in front of them, another enemy can easily attack from behind.Cesar is willing to give these two perennial losers a chance to turn defeat into victory, on the condition that only one of them can play.Otherwise it would be too unfair.

The Italians decided to toss a coin with the Spaniards.In the end the Italians won.The luck of their nation seems to have always been good, otherwise it would be difficult for them to survive the cruel historical competition based on their abilities.

Vincenzo is good at the Italian Fiore school of swordsmanship and is a master of the swift sword. If you compare the combination of swift sword and dagger, Cesar may not be his opponent.But he was just brooding over his loss to Cesar in the long sword event.There is no other reason, only because Cesar can use Fiore's swordsmanship to counter Vincenzo's army every time.It is true that Cesar has studied German swordsmanship the most, but this does not mean that he does not know other schools.

Vincenzo, who was always "learned by the barbarian to control the barbarian" by Cesar, was really angry. He had to fight for himself in the long sword competition, otherwise where would the face of "Heir of Fiore" be put?

Today Cesar is slightly at a disadvantage.He was eager to help Roman, so he was very impatient in the battle with Vincenzo, and was almost succeeded by Vincenzo finding a gap several times.

Cesar made a "cut" and took the initiative to launch an offensive.Vincenzo blocked his attack with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

He suddenly let go of the hilt with his left hand, and turned the blade with his right hand so that the blade was facing backwards and the blade was in front of him, and then used the hilt to rest against Cesar's blade.At the same time, wrap the left hand over Cesar's hands.Cesar was now holding his sword with his hands crossed.Vincenzo pressed Cesar's blade to the right with the hilt, while his left hand grabbed Cesar's wrist and pulled it to the left.

Cesar let out a low cry of pain, and the long sword came out of his hand.

——The "upper stage grabbing sword" skill in Fiore's swordsmanship!

"Now let's see what else you can do!" Vincenzo laughed triumphantly, turned his sword and struck Cesar's head!

The "Caesar of the Sword" who has lost his weapon is no better than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

clang!The sword struck some kind of metallic object.

Vincenzo took a closer look, and it turned out that Cesar pulled out his only dagger at the critical moment.This dagger is not even considered a competitive prop, it is purely an ornament distributed to the actors, its exquisite appearance is more important than its superior performance.But Cesar just used it to take Vincenzo's blow.

The dagger can be operated with only one hand. Cesar grabbed Vincenzo's right elbow with his free left hand and pushed it forward hard to seal his movement. At the same time, he raised the dagger and stabbed at his neck.

The pupils of the Italian dilated instantly, and the sharp cold light of the dagger was reflected in the brown pupils.

This, this is... In Fiore's swordsmanship, using a short sword to deal with a long sword? !

Cesare's dagger flicked lightly on his neck, brushing his skin, indicating that he had already spattered blood on the spot.The Italian dropped his weapon, his knees gave way, and he sank to the ground.

"Careless..." he murmured.

I thought that removing Cesar's long sword would win [-]% of the time, but I didn't expect that guy to hide this trick.

It's fine to lose the competition, anyway, he has never won against Cesar, and he will get used to losing and losing.What upset Vincenzo the most was that he was once again defeated by his best swordsmanship!

Not only the long sword, Cesar even mastered the short sword technique in the Fiore genre with ease.How much does this man have to beat other people technically to be happy?

"Me, me, me! It's my turn!" Laya jumped forward excitedly, ready to take on Vincenzo's force and continue to fight Cesar.

Caesar of the Sword picked up the long sword and leaned on the ground to support his body. "I don't have time to fight with you, I'm going to pick Luo...ah no, pick up the Duke."

"You meant to say 'pick up Roman', right? I heard you!"

Cesare gouged out the Spaniard, warned him to shut up with a fierce look, and walked towards the spiral staircase.Before he could step onto the first step, there was a tragic cry from above.

A person rolled down.He was wearing the same black cotton armor as Cesar, and no matter how he looked at it, he was a jailbreaker rather than the Duke, so he was undoubtedly Roman.

Cesar didn't have time to ask Roman why he could save a duke from falling down the stairs.Because Roman had already rolled in front of him.A huge weight fell on him.He tried to straighten his legs for support, but it was too late.

He hugged Roman, and the two of them rolled down the last few steps together.

***

Roman covered his head and got up with a groan.He moved his limbs and felt pain all over his body, but he didn't lose consciousness anywhere.Thank goodness he didn't break a bone.Fortunately, when he stepped into the air, he was only a few steps away from the ground. He tactfully protected his vitals while rolling down, and someone acted as his human cushion, so he was almost uninjured except for bruises all over his body.Of course, for the person who was hit by him, it was not so lucky.

Roman looked under himself.Cesar was being pressed firmly by him and looked like he was about to die.If it weren't for his dedication, it might be Roman who died now.

"Cesar?!" Roman hurriedly stepped aside.

Humphrey and the others were stunned by the sudden change, and no one moved for a while.It wasn't until there were footsteps of varying severity at the top of the stairs—the sound of leather boots hitting the ground, and the sound of metal rubbing against the ground—that they vaguely realized that an accident had occurred during rehearsal.

Nolan Norfolk walked down the stairs, frowning, looking at the two stunned young men and a group of stunned bystanders.

"What are you doing standing still, call for first aid!" He ordered sharply.He is used to giving orders, and he is very familiar with commanding everyone at this moment.

Only then did everyone react, and immediately get busy.Humphrey called the rest of the crew on the walkie-talkie to bring in a stretcher.The others gathered around Cesar, who was lying on the ground, and wanted to help him up, but they were afraid that their rash actions would cause him a second injury, so they could only stare helplessly.

"Cesar...you...are you okay?" Roman's face turned pale.It wasn't because he was hurt, it was pure surprise.He thought that this careless accident would only affect himself, but he did not expect to bring this innocent disaster to Cesar.

If anything happened to Cesar, he would never forgive himself in his life.

The silver-haired coach opened his eyes, blinked blankly, and it took a few seconds for the pupils to refocus.

He sat up slowly, and Roman quickly supported his back to save his strength.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine...I think I should be fine." Roman's throat was dry and he could hardly speak.This is like a person who fell from a building accidentally hit a passer-by downstairs, leaving him unscathed, but the passer-by was seriously injured.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were down there..."

"As long as you're alright. Thanks to me isn't it?" Cesar grinned. "Once again I was in the right place at the right time?"

"At this time, you are still in the mood to joke..." Roman sniffed, but was still amused.

"I'm not kidding." Cesar raised his right hand, trying to wipe away tears for Roman, but his right hand didn't listen to him - it was shaking like a leaking water pipe.

"Oh, this is terrible," he said.

***

Lawrence stood in the ward, staring at Cesar. The latter was lying on the hospital bed with a plaster cast on his right arm and gauze on his face. He looked so weak that he almost had a "I am "Seriously Wounded" sign.

"So, why me?" Lawrence put his hands in his pockets and asked indifferently.

"I put your name in the 'emergency contact'." Cesar shrugged.

"Of course I do. So, why me?"

Lawrence was still teaching students in the club not long ago, but was called to the hospital by an emergency call.It wasn't until he saw Cesar on the hospital bed that he learned that he had become Cesar's emergency contact without knowing it.In the future, whenever Cesar has any accidents, he must rush to the scene as soon as possible.

Cesar raised his eyebrows, feeling that the question was unnecessary. "You are my good brother!"

"Thank you, I will leave this honor to someone else, I respectfully thank Bumin."

Although Lawrence said he was disgusted, he sat down patiently by the hospital bed, picked up Cesar's X-ray film and observed it carefully against the light.

"Why not Mr. Blackson or Roman?"

"Mr. Blackson is old, what if he gets a heart attack? And Roman... our relationship is not that good yet." He shyly tugged at the blanket on his body.

"My relationship with you is not that good!" Lawrence flipped the X-ray film over and over several times before he could understand what was going on with the white lines on it, "What did you do? Go play a cosplay Can it be injured?"

Cesar puffed up his chest and said proudly: "I was wounded heroically to protect Roman!"

"...tell me the truth."

"This is the truth! Well, when Roman rolled down the stairs, I was hit by him just below, but in terms of the result, it was indeed thanks to For Roman that I was unscathed, so I did objectively Protected him." Cesar spoke plausibly.

Lawrence glanced at him. "Every time I see you, your brazenness can refresh my understanding of the world." He put down the X-ray, "Fortunately, this time it was your hand that was injured. If you hurt your leg, you will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life." Right. You don't even have to bother Alex's brother to play the Duke, you can just go straight to it."

"It's a blessing among misfortunes. But for a while, I won't be able to attend classes, participate in competitions, let alone participate in the history reenactment campaign." Cesar regretted it, especially for the last point.

"It's a good thing for everyone. Everyone." Lawrence emphasized the last three words.

"How can it be considered a good thing for Roman? No one teaches him a lesson!"

"No one sexually harassed him anymore!"

***

However, the client Roman was not aware of the fact that the coach intentionally sexually harassed him.He sat at the end of the corridor where the ward was, looking worriedly at the bandages on his wrists.He was unscathed save for a few scrapes and bruises.But Cesar was not so lucky.He had a broken arm and a mild concussion, requiring overnight observation in the hospital.Lawrence was comforting him in the ward.It can be said that this time he blocked a bad luck for Roman.

I seem to only bring disaster to those around me.Roman thought sadly.

Doctors and nurses push wheelchairs or push beds back and forth in the corridors, and patients wrapped in plaster splints and crutches wander around slowly.No one paid any attention to the sad, dark-haired young man.Because nearly everyone is as sad as he is.This is a hospital.

Except for one person.He was wearing a black jacket, holding a bouquet of flowers in his motorcycle gloves, and his hair was disheveled as if blown by a Category [-] hurricane.He walked out of the elevator room, stood for a while in front of the wall with the fire evacuation diagram, and then noticed a dejected black-haired young man not far away.

Roman held his head in distress, staring blankly at the marble floor tiles.Until a pair of leather boots stepped on him.

"It's you again," said the owner of the boot.

Roman looked up.

Edward Blackson was standing in front of him with a bouquet in his hands, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were ruthlessly pierced at him.