[Waning Moon] activated, facing the attacker's chaotic lunge, the somewhat bewildered Motan effortlessly dodged that figure, but didn't take the opportunity to draw his sword. Instead, he gently pushed the attacker's back with his free left hand...
Thud!!!
The woman in light armor fell onto the ground in a very undignified manner, and because she was wearing a short skirt, she ended up with a textbook-perfect wardrobe malfunction.
Out of gentlemanly behavior, despite being under the cover of darkness, Motan instinctively turned his head away. Of course, even if he didn't turn away, it wouldn't matter, because the system had already mosaicked the scene the instant she fell.
"Here's my chance!"
The woman on the ground let out a crisp cry, bounced up like a carp flipping out of the water, and charged towards Motan for the third time with the sack raised high, shouting simultaneously, "Ajiong! Old Tree! Get in here!"
"No way."
