Blade And Bullet Blind の小説・ストーリー

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

Frederick had narrowly escaped death, but they were still in grave danger. This realization brought tears to everyone's eyes, and despair filled the air. Blade swaggered up to Frederick, and placed a revolver in his hand. "Now, there's one live round and five blanks in here. Take your turn first. Go on, aim at your head!" Blade commanded, barely containing his excitement. "Just so you know," he added with a hint of satisfaction, "this bullet is a mini-explosive round. If it hits, it'll blow your head to bits. Your skills won't save you!"

The air around Blake and the vehicle became thick, and all the bullets hovered mid-air before they got close to Blake or the limo. Helen lifted her hands and looked out when gunfire became silent. Like a scene from the Matix movie, Blake picked up a couple of bullets and placed them in his hand. There were nine bullets and nine men before him standing in shock. Then one after another, the bullets disappeared, leaving only one, as the men around the bald man fell to the ground.

Mini nodded her head. "I believe you." She said, clearing her throat to probably get rid of the lip forming within, and nodded to the stairs. "We should go." She said. "They're probably waiting for us." Mini and I walked the rest of the way in silence. She led me to the gym she mentioned earlier, where Ollen and Sam were sparing. I stood by the door and watched the two me. Despite being blind, Ollen was not at a disadvantage, as one might think. He moves swiftly, blocks attacks from his beta, and throws his own punches. He barely missed the other man, hitting at every chance he got.

He begged. “Blame yourself for letting down your…” Bullet had barely completed her words when Brinda pulled the trigger and Liam fell to the bed. His hard dick slid out of the green-haired lady’s pussy and turned soft while blood gushed out of his chest. The ladies begged for mercy but Brinda pulled the trigger and shot them dead. “That is a price you have to pay for associating with people like him.” “And don't you think we will pay the price one day too?” Bullet asked Brinda who ignored her and made her way out of the room.

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

Something at the back of his mind kept nagging at Bladesmith but he wasn't sure what it was. 'Wait, didn't the lad make something similar to ammo and loaded it into that weapon?' Bladesmith opened his eyes in realization when he remembered this, but it was far too late. Before he could even blink, he heard a sound. BANG!!! Bladesmith looked over to find his shadow falling to the ground with two holes in its body. One in the head and the other in its chest. Looking at Kirou, he could see that the lad took a few hits in some none vital areas so that he could trade them for the shadow's life. The lad currently stood there as if out of energy. It seems like he underestimated the kid when he had

I told myself it was so if he needed help, I was right there, but really, I did not want to leave her side. “Was the bullet laced with silver?” Blake asked as he inspected the wound, pulling a vial with white powder from his bag and springling it in the bullet wound that was still oozing blood, though at this point I knew she should be out of blood, she should have died already, and yet she was holding on. “Silver? Why would a bullet be laced with silver?” I asked, frowning at the three people around me as they all glanced at each other uncomfortably. Were the stories true? Was silver a weakness of theirs?

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.