And My Axe の小説・ストーリー

I stepped forward, my axe glinting with fresh blood. "You killed my people." My voice was lethal. "I did." He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. "You burned my home." He nodded. "Also mine, too." "And now," I whispered, "you die for it."

A metal axe formed in the air and slammed the Orc back into the ground, destroying several huts inside the fortress. "What took you so long!" Gin grinned in excitement. He knew who that axe belonged to, "we had to get some breakfast in us, we have a long day of fighting ahead," Fredrick replied through the Ecko in Gin's ear. The battle axe had shrunk in size and shot back to Fredrick.

He groans in pain from his back being slammed to the ground hard. He stares at me with unbelief, I pull forth the axe and stab his arm, just by the elbow. The sharp edges cut off his lower arm and blood gushes out. Loud are his screams coursing through my ears and disrupting my drums. Kneeling down to pull the AXe, he shoves sand into my eyes and when I open them he was gone. Now that was a smart move that I could applaud for. Blood trails on the ground showing the direction he went, his grunts and cries were still heard through the woods leading me to him. He can’t keep quiet when he is in so much pain.

As you reach the edge of the wood, you will find a skull, still fresh, freshly cut, blood oozing out, like maggots, but it will smile at you, "My name is Matendechere welcome to the land of the spirits." It will wink at you and point at the axe that sacked its life out. Yes, an axe, it has fresh blood and some hair on the sharp edge. The axe will appear to be swinging, as if someone is raising it up, unclear figure, but too unfortunate. Keep moving if you believe that you are still alive, keep moving faster for your life. They are watching you, you don't when they will sack up someone's blood.

My legs felt sore as I walked down the stairs of the porch. As I reached the ground, I dropped the axe on the floor and the zombie closest to me turned with a grunt backed up with a hiss as began to stagger towards me. I didn't wait for the zombie to reach me. I ran to it and swung my axe. It came down on his head and split it open as I drew it back.

It's just a phase he has; it'll pass. *You asshole, I can hear your thoughts!* Atlas growls, and I burst out in laughter. Does he think I don't know that? ~Destroy~ the same word echoes in my mind again. Shit, I almost got distracted. So, a walk, some enthusiastic mood, lots of killing, blood, rampage and some dick sucking. Yeah, sounds about perfect for some mild fun. A grin pulls to my lips once my eyes settle on an object. I've always had a particular liking for axes and the things I could do with them. For example, I can split woods and bones, oh, and I can throw them at everyone bold enough to assume they can escape me.

someone's voice was all it took to pull me out of my misery and back to reality, even though there wasn't a lot of difference between the two. I looked up just in time to see Axe standing over me, a beer in one hand, and a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes on his lips. He was one of Ronan's men that didn't particularly like me, and barely keep shut about it. He was built like a truck, with a shaved head, and the kind of face that looked carved out of steel. Yeah, we definitely hadn't exactly been friends. “You look like you could use this,” he said, holding the bottle out toward me.

They were even pointing put their stupid small noses at me, smelling me. Oh heck, I can even smell trouble too. "Who. Are. You?" One of the guys asked me. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed me from head to toe. I raised my right brow before crossing my arms. I purposely showed him the handle of my axe that's attached on my back. Yes. I can't live a second without my axe with me. It has to be at my back. Always. I wandered my eyes around, counting them in the process. There are eight guys who are all half naked here and seven girls. Three girls were half naked while the four are wearing just a bra.

It was pathetic, watching my twin sister, my other half, unravel over a man who never saw her as anything but a shadow. And the worst part was the fact that she did not realize that he's been using her for a while. It was simple pleasure for him, something and someone that he can control. He did not want her around. “Alpha.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet. My second-in-command stood near the door, shoulders straight, eyes wary. He’d seen this before, the calm before I tore something apart. “You know not to bother me when I am in a mood.” “I believe that you need to hear this from me.” He said, looking away from me as he stepped inside.

A growl fills the maze, and heavy feet against the marble ground fill the air. I raise my gaze and clench my fist when I see a man running towards me with an axe swinging in the air. I raise the gun and fire at him, but he dodges the bullet and swings the axe at me. I spin to the side, ducking the sharp blade. Before I can restore my balance, he swings the axe again. I jump and fall to the ground, cursing as the gun rolls over into another hallway. “I will kill you myself, bastard!” He growls and raises the axe. I roll out of the way before the axe meets my head. The axe hits the ground instead.