Boots On The Ground Synonym の小説・ストーリー

But I did want to help, and though reading wasn’t the karate-kicking kind of action I’d imagined when picturing myself fighting evil, it was a step in the right direction, at the very least. My boot was stuck. There was a damp puddle just beneath the top layer of the grass, turned to mulch with the fallen leaves. I tugged it, exasperated by my own incompetence, and fell back against the trunk of an oak tree when the sticky mud around my foot suddenly gave way. I frowned down at the grass. There was no trace of any mud there now. I tapped the sole of my boot against the ground experimentally, but it was rock solid. “Hm,” I said aloud to myself, leaning back against the oak tree. I needed to g

The stairs didn’t just rattle under the weight of the boots; they hummed with a low, heavy vibration that went straight through the soles of Elias’s shoes and settled in his shins. It was a rhythmic, industrial thud that felt less like men marching and more like a massive piston driving deep into the mud under the pier.

We’re close. --- The ground is damp underfoot as I carefully move into position, my boots making barely a sound against the earth. My eyes scan the cabin, noting every detail as the plan takes shape. The house stands silent, an eerie calm settling over it, but my instincts scream that it’s far from empty.

Knee-length stripper boots. “Please. I would like to hear what you have to say.” I said pinning my hard gaze on Anna, and she stared around at Burkie who was suddenly having problems stepping out of the boots. The two of us shared a funny look before we all fell into a fit of laughter.

And on that note my feet leave the ground and I go up,up and away. Crap. Here we go again.

People in some groups have quietly known about their connection for a while now Underfoot, the ground holds firm. No sway in the air around me. A heavier kind of cold spreads through my chest now. It makes sense. Would a stronghold rely on just one means of defense? Maybe he’d trade pain for ease - swap something broken for someone easier to handle. Fine, I answer, words dull in my mouth.

I bit my lower lip, while waited for his answer. “-What? From where that came from? Matheia where is Kai? Is everything ok?” He tensed and sit down somewhere on the ground, his back hit the wall. His gaze never went somewhere else even if I heard that two girls were fighting, behind him, but their fight wasn’t interesting to him. “-Am I looking weak, a boring mouse with no self-respect, and it’s just easy by using me?” I squeezed the wheel. And my hands began to burn from my movement.

My legs felt suddenly weightless—like the ground had dropped beneath me. What?

I fought to swallow it down. As she lifted her foot the vile court shoes she clomped around in remained planted on the high-gloss tiled floor, the heel caught the edge of the ornate rug when she shuffled her foot forward. Zoe crashed to the ground, landing face down, ass up on the hand-crafted rug, a position I would have gladly paid to see her in in her glory days. I winced at the sound of her bare knees smashing into the solid floor.