Avatar Aang Bloodbending の小説・ストーリー

DAVINA My anger was about to consume me completely, and he was doing it to me. He was doing it while his expression remained calm, while his breathing was unchanged. How could he? My teeth were clenched, my heart pounding, the urge to put my hands on his thick neck and squeeze until he couldn't breathe anymore growing. His every word sounded like an insult. "You have no right!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. "You can't make Gutemberg give up!"

I think and smirk heading to his office. I open the door and see someone push my Ava away like nothing making her fall and hit the chair, she winced in pain as she held the edge of her belly. This got me extremely angry, how dare he? He thinks he's the only one who has a bad temper. I walk up to him as he's heading to whoever the woman is, maybe with the intention of beating her up. First, he has to explain why he would push Ava. I hold his hand which he raise up obviously to hit her, making him stop in his tracks and sending me daggers. I look him back in the eyes with anger..

"So you are doing more than binding with one method correct?" "Yes." Ren activated the Formations together. The Reap System kept watch on the surroundings to make sure know one would try an strike during the process. "A drop of the blood from my body. A drop of spiritual blood from my soul. The last a drop of mental blood congealed from pure mental cultivation. Not actually containing a part of my mind." The blood from his body contained a slight purple tint to it. The purple was from the Ion Energy from the people he treated previously.

“Is this your blood or the blood of the people who kidnapped the queen?” “So, what if it’s our blood or those people’s blood?” A knight who was near Tyson said curtly. Hanry looked at him sarcastically. “If it’s the kidnappers’ blood maybe we can use it to find Queen Odette.” “What do you mean?” Tyson furrowed his brows. Hanry explained that they could give the blood to Kaven Carolus. Kaven was a person who had the ability to fold spaces and take them to where the person wanted to meet using that person’s belongings.

Some of his classmates gasped in horror while others laughed doubting the possibility. “Not possible,” Melania frowned. “You can’t be a hundred and thirteen and still look this young. You aren’t Avatar Aang.” Everyone laughed and Xavier was pained seeing the girl he had started to crush on make jokes about him in the critical condition he was in. “Now my third proof,” Brad announced and slashed Xavier’s middle finger with the blade. Everyone turned to watch, not sure of what to expect until it started to flow – ink black blood from the cut on his fingers.

Aven finally arrived at a very dilapidated old hut. He stumbled into the hut. The argan who had seen him earlier turned out to be chasing them like a madman. The possessed volt had Iron Talent and the evil soul must have possessed him for less than five minutes, because judging by the way he throws attacks, it looks very awkward and often misses. However, an attack in the form of a sharp iron stick managed to hit his left hind thigh, making his leg limp even more with increasing pain.

At this moment, blood vigor rose to the sky around Zephyr Khan. "Blood Tiger Fist!" "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" As the fist marks circulated, endless ray resplendent to the extreme. blood vigor even more so turned into boundless power, evolving and moving, turning into a matchless blood tiger. Blood Tiger Fist was a unique skill of middle grade in Mind attunement. With the evolution of blood vigor, terrifying power could burst out again and again, superimposed on each other, and the power it produced was enough to shock all directions.

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

“You’re not saving anyone. You’re just feeding it!” “And what would you have me do?” I roared, the sound too deep, too resonant. Vorath’s voice beneath mine. “Wait? Hope?” The dagger plunged into my wrist, tendons snapping like frayed wire. Blood cascaded onto the frost-etched symbols, igniting them in a sickly green glow. My skin bubbled, split, peeled back like burnt parchment. “You want to fight, Angela? This is how you fight. You burn the weakness out. You become something that can’t be taken.”