6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

I turned the power of the gun to medium and shot his left arm first, watching it explode and detach from his body and I was deaf to his scream. "That is for Kelly," I shot his right arm next. "For Mishka," I pointed the gun to both of his legs. "To the father who taught you how to walk." By now, the fight was over around us and only Mortel's deafening screams filled the place. I watched him writhe and begged for his pathetic life. "Did you hear their pleas? Did you show them mercy?" I asked coldly and pointed it at his head next. "This is for me, the sister you bullied and tried to kill a lot of times, and this is my punishment for you as my brother."

LORD KEAL: Name> Kelly Victor Age> 27 Race> Human Strength> 80 Speed> 75 Control> 95 Skills> (master level gunslinger, master level martial artiste, master level invincibility). KIM DEMON: Name> Kim Chiboy Age> 25 Race> Human Strength> 78 Speed> 75 Control> 90 Skills> (master level gunslinger, master level invincibility). DEATH VECTOR: Name> Ikechukwu Victory Age> 25 Race> Human Strength> 79 Speed> 75

War grabbed the bloodied item in her hand and washed out off at the sink. Without speaking to the human woman, he went straight to Alpha. "It's a tracker...she was right." It was a small, and pill like. Khan took a little pill like tracker and held it up to the light. "The crazy bitch was saying something about him putting something in her arm but we thought she was talking about heroin...but he inserted a tracker under her skin. Reese what the fuck is this dude into?"

Behind them, Geoff had also been pierced by the needles, his body covered in blood and with more than 20 additional needle holes! "You're too weak." The Eight-Armed Guardian smiled and shook his head from about 20 meters away. "Geoff, you're a well-known martial arts heavyweight, no weaker than Caleb. Perhaps you could have given me some trouble if you two joined forces. "Unfortunately, you and Caleb fought separately, allowing me to defeat you individually! Since that's the case, I will not be courteous. I'm here to kill everyone in the Foster family today!" His right arm flipped, and his palm emitted a strong black light. An utterly black metal shuttle flew out, rapidly rotating like a fly

Damon didn’t even glance down to look at him. The room was a mess of groaning bodies, broken furniture, and shattered glass. The fight was almost done…until a shout cut through the haze. “VORTEX!” someone screamed. Mara turned around just in time to see a group of armed men burst through the back door, and even Damon stiffened at the sight of them. They wore their usual dark combat gear marked with the same silver insignia Mara knew too well, and their weapons gleamed too, cold and metallic, designed for one purpose only…to kill things that shouldn’t exist.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

His fighting style may work with vampires or other supernaturals, but it’s nearly ineffective against this many wolves. I’m trying to fight, while keeping Drake from getting more injured and staying out of his way as he continues to get into mine. Because I’m dancing around Drake, I’m taking more bites and scratches than I normally would. Then suddenly, Hera is beside me and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hera and Kella have been fighting side by side our entire lives and we fall into an easy, effective pattern of fighting and killing.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

He decided to camp on the peak of a rock mountain and wait for others to arrive. While Creed was waiting, a group of 67 people were closing in on the direction of Murky Valley that was just next to the Rock Valley but at a comparatively lower altitude. Some of them were on foot but many of them were on their mounts. All of them were holding weapons as well as shields. Some of them were even wearing armors. Rather than the hunting party, the huge Crowd was looking more like soldiers of the medieval army. These armors and weapons they had were all Glitch's Soul-Armas. Except for their medieval appearance these Soul Armas were in no way inferior that human customized battle suits. In fact, the

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru