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answered Dane. Patrick lunged clumsily at Dane, disoriented and woozy from the blood loss. Dane responded with a hard punch to his jaw, shattering it on impact. Patrick’s head landed on his desk with a thud, finally lying still as a pool of blood formed around it. “That's for Cara,” said Dane with an icy calm. With Patrick now slumped on the desk, and most certainly dead, both men ceremonially drove their blades into his back and headed for the exit.

They continued to walk slowly into the building until suddenly there were two creatures running towards them quickly. "Watch out! There are two beings here!” "Dor! Dor! Dor!" Zoya shouts while shooting at the creatures. Zoya who is not very good at shooting, the shot does not hit the terrible creature. The two creatures were ready to attack Eren, Zoya and Miyuki with their sharp claws.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Emiel's return meant nothing but good things in store for the future. Roy glanced at his grandfather, arranging the chess board, with a grin on his face. Alexander used to be a tough chess player during his early forties. The thirst of chess bought Alexander the title of undefeatable old guy in their neighborhood. "Grandfather.. Will Uncle come before Christmas or.." Roy's voice faded, eyes traveling to the single piece of artifact, standing gracefully in the middle of the terrace. A very exuberant expressioned sculpture of a young fairy maiden, holding a jar of what seemed like Elixir.

The handle of the blade was white and there was a green orb at the end. This green orb was the magic core of the Alpha Wind Spirit, the white fabric, and the metal wire used to make the handle and to hold the energy core in place on the pommel was made from the golden peacock's feather's strands and steam, respectively. This serves a secondary purpose of purifying the energy that's constantly being attracted and stored by the energy core.

I stop trying to outfight her. A product expects optimal resistance. I give her ugly. I fall. I do not dodge. I fall. The floor is slick under my shoulder. The paper from the chair has torn loose and skids under my knee, white against the spreading clear fluid from the mirror’s damaged leg. Dead weight, bad knee, shoulder into her shin, knife up from the floor instead of down from the hand. The Phantom Blade catches her behind the knee. She drops. The Well mirror closes the room around both of us.

He did not know what to do or how to respond to the noble heroine. "It seems that I've failed my mission. I have no face to show towards The Blind Goddess. May my life be acceptable enough to serve as penance for my unworthiness, Sire." Fade spoke after silence reigned between them for more than ten minutes. Failure means death. If she came back to the sect now, the elders would feast upon her like wolves on a lamb. It was better to end it swiftly to avoid a slow and agonizing death. She then stood and brandished an evil knife. It oozed with smoke that smelt of sulfur and rot.

Hothead: As my pod falls faster and faster, the window ejects, and the floor tilts. Sliding out of the pod, I fall through the cold night sky toward a sand-covered ground. With my arms and legs spread out, I reach for my sword as I spin around in the air.

The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light. Taurus froze. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his massive form collapsed forward, the glow fading from his eyes as the ground swallowed the weight of him. Silence fell. The fog thinned. Pelin stood there for a second, breathing hard, the sword trembling in her hands. Then she turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Don’t scare me like that.” She crossed the distance in three steps and smacked my arm hard.

a voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.