Blitzo X Striker の小説・ストーリー

At the next moment, the energy condensed around Brian's palms before ruthlessly striking Woody. Amid the piercing noises of explosion, the ground beneath Brian's feet cracked bit by bit. He had aimed his move at Woody earlier with overwhelming power. His vicious technique left everyone in awe! "So, that's Strikerine's signature move, Quintuple Lightning Strikes. It's amazing." "That brat will certainly die a miserable death!" The audience's eyes were glued to the stage as they held their breath, not wanting to miss any exciting details. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted as two figures collided with each other. Right after that, dust and smoke billowed up everywhere on the stage!

Troy pipes up again with his unwelcome opinion, talking as if I'm not sitting directly in front of him. I scowl at him, burning holes through his head, until he finally decides to acknowledge me. "You wanted the truth, BroSpellcaster. I'm just putting it out there, your nose looks rather out there. Looks like a botched Botox op if I'm being partially honest with you. If I'm completely honest, Max's right, you're gonna bawl your eyes out but don't worry, you were never attractive anyway. Nothing lost." He touches the side of his head, pretending that there's a brain somewhere in there, "Positive thinking, my friend. You're welcome."

He snorted and lunged at him. Dario ducked and moved aside. "Blaze, it’s me, Dario," he yelled. "Come to your senses. I am here to help you." Blaze’s eyes narrowed momentarily as he heard the name, Dario. He found the name familiar. But his inner beast went insane with rage. He growled and pounded him. Dario blocked his blow, but Blaze grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him. In a flash, he pounded his head against his. He knocked him in the sternum repeatedly a few times.

STRIKER As soon as we were out of sight for my people, Lana hit my back with her small fists. “ Put me down, Striker! ” She hissed as she continued to hit me. “ No. ” I walked through the trees, approaching the familiar spot. “ If you don’t put me down right now, I will— ” “ What? You will scream? ” I chuckled and squeezed her ass. She was so peachy, and juicy, and perfect for my hands. I couldn’t let my hands wander anywhere else.

His expression remained unyielding, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief, making it clear that he wasn't about to accept my explanation without a fight. Blaze's parting shot was laced with venom, his sneer a deliberate provocation. "Don't let this happen again, Reaver," he spat, before turning on his heel and stalking off. I maintained my composure, my expression a mask of calm. A spark of indignation flared within me, and I couldn't help but think, Who does he think he's fucking talking to anyway? The audacity of Blaze's tone, the blatant disrespect, was a slap in the face, and I felt a surge of anger at being spoken to like some subordinate.

My popularity and reputation skyrocketed, too. Half a year later, a car barreled in our direction as Verona and I were returning from a banquet. Our driver was skilled enough to dodge it in time, but the car crashed straight into a streetlight and burst into flames. They managed to drag the driver out of the car, and who else could it have been other than Samantha? Her legs were crippled from her knees downward, and her face was scorched black with flame. The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing.

"I can't believe you're still being so delusional even when you're barely alive, Suzanna—just focus on staying alive instead! "Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your lousy parents—I'll show you what it's like to be respectful of others!" One of them started breaking the tendons in my arm, while the other continued to kick at me. Pain shot through my entire body, and I struggled to back off. However, Larry pinned me down with a vicious stare before slapping me. He spat, "How dare you try to run! I'll make sure you pay for the wounds your men inflicted on Ms. Cindy! You'd better stay here and endure the beating!"

The chants shook the air Timberwolves! Timberwolves!!! Until it felt like the whole arena pulsed with our name. People didn’t come here just to watch a game. They came to watch us. To watch me. My heart thudded unevenly, but I straightened my shoulders and kept moving. The Whitecastle Strikers were already waiting on their side of the rink, lined up like soldiers. Their captain, Nico, sneered across the ice, confident, almost smug. They were hungry. Tonight wasn’t just a game. It was a war painted in red and white. The whistle shrieked, sharp as a blade. Then the puck dropped.

"Damn! He must've started training in the womb. Just his opening move could kill me ten thousand times over!" Boom! Thunder rolled as five massive lightning bolts crashed down, each thick as pillars. It was a terrifying scene to behold. "Five Thunders Strike!" This was Felix's strongest move. Before this, no one had warranted using it until he met Vilebane. The thunderous impacts carved a massive crater in the ground. "Not bad, kid!" To Felix's horror, Vilebane's voice cut through the chaos. Felix instinctively leaped back. Vilebane appeared before him almost immediately with his fist stuck out.