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A dull sound resounded, like it was metal hitting metal, and not flesh hitting flesh. “We are,” both Mane and Lam said at the same time. “Good. Because it’s our turn.” Vital Orange smirked and stated. Black Hand who was next to him nodded his head and picked up his cloak. Mane could feel the presence of several dangerous weapons hidden within that cloak. “I wouldn’t want to be the one having to face a Hidden Weapons Specialist like Black Hand,” Mane thought silently to himself. Snakes were a group of people he absolutely didn’t want coming after him.

However, this light screen could only withstand the attack of a partial Celestial Ranker. The man in the black robe then stretched out his right hand and touched the right hand held out by the captain to channel the light screen. ‘What?’ The captain narrowed his eyes, and his face under the armor showed unparalleled shock. The opponent's hand was a claw covered with scales. Crack! Then, the black-robed man’s scaly claw pierced through the light screen, grabbed the captain’s hand, and broke his wrist.

Besides the black fur coat with the skill on it, Kirou was now wearing a set of basic leather armor that he had 'obtained' from a few generous players he's met in the past. Summer Shade was originally against Kirou giving him the Swampland Leather Armor Set on top of the two daggers as compensation for the job but Kirou insisted on him taking it. The reasoning that Kirou used to make him take it without being able to say anything else was that he planned on upgrading his gear before scrapping the old ones. Summer Shade practically grabbed the armor and ran away after hearing that, prompting Kirou to chuckle at his retreating figure. "Now that I've got the natural security system

Then a football came flying across the space and slammed directly into one man’s face. He stumbled backward with a grunt, blood immediately pouring from his nose as a dark voice echoed softly through the field. “I told you not to move.” The voice sent a chill down my spine before I even saw him. Riko stepped into view. He wore only loose black pants hanging low on his hips, his chest bare and damp with sweat. The afternoon light caught over the tattoos running across his skin, dark chess pieces inked across his shoulder and ribs, mixed with old scars that looked too vicious to come from football alone.

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

Slowly, the clothes they wore changed into a typical magical girl outfit with its uniqueness. Sena is now dressed like a ninja with a combination of black, purple and green, and a white scarf tied around her stomach. Meanwhile, Rikka wore a dark dress with a sky blue robe. The weapons used by Sena are a pair of black shuriken, while Rikka holds a small knife with a pattern resembling a cross with a diamond in the middle. “What you are doing is useless. You will soon meet your end,” said the mysterious woman. “Huh, Aren’t you the ones who will soon meet your end?” Rikka replied.

He rushed toward Lao Hei. Several fresh and tender branches pierced through the air and shot toward the black-armored man. A black aura filled the black armored man's body. A bone-like stick appeared in his hand. As he swung it, the black aura churned with the smell of death. With booms, Lao Hei and the man in golden armor had already fought. The two figures crossed each other. There were earth-shattering explosions, and a blast rolled. The black-armored man raised the bone in his hand and viciously smashed it toward the incoming branches. Boom! Boom! Green light and the black aura interweaved.

Silent: I watch with crossed arms as the infamous Dr. Kolohe Cho uses her technological power to complete the suit of armor. “The Iron Fist armor is nearly ready,” Dr. Cho says while looking at a metal claw. Her eyes and head glowing a blueish-green color, the claw starts to turn by itself. It grabs a massive iron hand and screws it into the wrist of the armor. Dr. Cho thanks the claw machine while it spins around.

Su Hui had now come to Yu Xiangyang's three people, she had just put the bag on the mechanical arm, is looking at the base construction. Suddenly heard Chu Xuning's breath, slightly sideways, gaze very accurately towards the master man's right arm. The man was close to the wheat-coloured upper arm, tattooed with the shape of an angel. Is a winged black angel with an exposed side face. A pure black color that is unusually conspicuous under light. The Black Angel also holds a death scythe in his hand. A very realistic image of a black angel. At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart.

“You have time to figure out what you like and dislike.” She smirked. “But I already found something I like.” Jumping up, Ria sat on the counter and smirked at me. Setting down my glass, I moved between her legs. Reaching up, I pulled out the dagger in her hair. Moving to her ears, I pulled off each of the silver cuffs and set them down on the counter next to us. Running my fingers along her jaw and down her neck, I reached behind and unhooked the top armor looking piece. It slipped off her shoulders and I set it on the other side of the counter.