Blazblue Cross Battle の小説・ストーリー

As they began to leave, footsteps echoed softly behind them. Crystal lingered near the doorway. She said nothing. She didn’t need to. Her gaze rested on Caleb with quiet satisfaction—not triumph, but anticipation. This was not peace. This was not surrender. This was something far more dangerous. When the chamber finally emptied, Caleb stood alone. The torches crackled. The map remained. He stared at Red Claw territory for a long time. “This isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice low and certain. Not by a long shot.

When they both recovered, on the inside of their right arm between the elbow and wrist was a tattoo of a dragon poised for flight. While Zutara's mark was done in a wide spectrum of colours from bright blues, pinks and oranges to blood red and burnished gold, Riz's was done completely in black but aside from difference in the colour it was the exact same dragon. "You are now the custodian of a rare and almost extinct legacy, you have to learn and master the five natural elements - Fire, Water, Earth, Air and Lightning, you will also learn to master the sword as there are times when the elements may ot be enough," Sikorra gestured toward Riz

Kat retorted. “Lower your voice, oh my god,” Eli said, warning Kat for somebody might hear what she was saying. “The program had not even started, and yet you all are already fighting? Hi, Boss R!” Hugo spoke while coming near them, not forgetting to greet Eli’s father who came here for the occasion. They shook hands and Ross jokingly tightened his grip on Hugo’s hand. Daniel, Hugo’s twin brother, was there, too. He is the one to accompany the latter in the ceremony.

And judging from his words, it seems he had tons of them inside his magic storage… "Hah, weapons or whatever… they can't do anything to me," Blaze muttered. "I could always regenerate." Kronos was genuinely surprised. "Oh, that's true…" He said, while giving some serious thoughts about Blaze's phoenix fire ability. "Excuse me, though it seems you guys are having fun trying to feel each other's limits… but have you guys already found your partner and group for the tournament?" I said. "Crap, not yet," August murmured. "I haven't decided who I'm going to pair up with…"

Ability: Corpse control (rare) , corpse breed (special)] Byul who just saw his abilities for the first time: Yey! Byul who saw his second ability: “Are you seriously f*cking with me?!”

One of the men opened his robe and, with the assistance of another man, pulled it off and raised his gloved hands to the sky before making the sign of the cross upon himself as a Catholic follower would. “His challenger this week” the referee bellowed out as he pointed toward the other man in the ring in a black robe. “Alaric Carter!” My heart skipped as Alaric stepped forward with another man with the ends of his dark hair dyed blonde. The man helped Alaric pull his robe off and my jaw dropped. His bare chest was hard and toned. Tattoos spotted all along his bare chest and arms. His long hair was pulled back into a messy man bun.

he said smiling at Athen. "Are you two going to attack me or should I attack you" asked Hugo calmly as he moved towards Axel and Bolan. Axel and Bolan could feel the difference between them and Hugo, it wasn't difficult to sense his aura, it was way superior than their combined. "Go attack him Axel" said Bolan, "You go for it Bolan" said Axel, "Both of you come at me together" said Hugo raising his sword.

She has no other choice but to follow the rule of his game, knowing the life of her peers is in his hand. The projector then starts showing a word, [ Clap, clap, clap. Wow, you did it faster than expected. ] Zitrey answered while continuing her run and while observing her surroundings. “Mere ants can’t stop me.” The person laughed at his own, and replied, [ It’s not a wonder. As you are the Crimson Blade. ] Zitrey halts and walked towards the camera, “Fight me on your own. Don’t involve these innocent people.” The guy laughed loudly again as if what she had said was an entire joke.

"The channel is not a quantity. It is a connection, and every model I have says the last fraction is not like the others, because at some point it stops being a share and becomes the thing that makes you a conduit at all." "The Djúpr channel," Emre says. "The Djúpr channel." Joon-Ho nods once. "Nine hybrids are carrying load. Not one of them can open the sixth channel. Nell has forty per cent and cannot hear the Djúpr at all." "I've tried," Nell says. "About nine hundred times." "So the load distributes and the channel doesn't," Croft says slowly.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.