Brutal Headscissor Ko 소설 & 이야기

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

“Kill!!!” At this moment, the eyes of the dozens of delinquents stared at Yang Xiao as though they were staring at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A brawny man took the lead and arrived in front of Yang Xiao. He sneered and said excitedly, "Kid, your head is mine!" “Woosh~~~” After saying that, the burly man lifted his machete and slashed towards Yang Xiao’s neck. As long as he could hit Yang Xiao, the burly man was confident that he could chop off Yang Xiao’s head.

The loud screech it released out sounded like a screaming wild hyena in my ears. Then I smashed it again against another tree before I lifted its body over my shoulder and flung it off me. The hybrid rolled over but the force was stopped by a rock as the bastard collapsed on the ground. However, it stood again and snarled at me with its eyes enflamed and mouth's full of blood, its stance was winding for another attack. But before it could even do more damage to me, Enzo was able to lock its arms, letting me finish its life as I ripped its head apart. I watched as its severed head fell from its neck and dropped on the ground.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

The Hooded girl began vomitting uncontrollably having just witnessed a mans head being ripped from his body. After the brief pause to take in what they had just witnessed, her guards came back to their senses. While the enemies attention was elsewhere and still had their backs turned to them the towering youth brought his mace down on the head of the man closest to him. Blood, bone fragments and brain tissue went flying in every direction splattering the walls, even a little had landed on the feet of the women present. The same time the middle aged man cut the head off the other with his Broadsword the head rolled around on the floor coming to rest near the remaining thugs. Now only two ene

The huge beast fell to the ground and began to roll on his back trying to put the fire down. I used the distraction and moved to his front then I separated the two swords making them look like big huge scissors. I pushed the blades against his throat and after a few seconds of resistance the tough scales and rotten flesh gave out. I hacked at all that flesh and muscle till the enormous beast's movement seized and his throat began to gurgle. The black rancid blood poured out and splashed at my face making me gag. But I didn't stop, I needed to separate the head entirely, or else the beast will heal and stand up to fight again.

With a vicious swing of her blades, she sliced through the 2nd Sky’s fists which had remained unbroken so far! “Impossible!” the 2nd Sky screamed in dismay, but his words did not signify truth; they merely conveyed his indignation. For Keira’s blades didn’t stop at slicing through his fists. His arms were sliced cleanly, separating the top half from the lower half. As if that was not enough, her blades continued down the path of destruction, slicing through his body and separating his head from his shoulders. As the 2nd Sky’s head fell to the ground, Keira’s voice reached his ears.

Perfectly. But, like everyone else in the room, he had a job. He picked the butcher’s knife from the blood-stained work table. And with one swift motion, Scorch’s face that initially wore pity became expressionless. His hands went above his head. Letting it gather momentum. Then the hand came down, hard. Making an impact on Wale’s thigh. It sank deep into his flesh. Wale grunted in pain. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Seven recoiled and screamed.

"Good, you know I was thinking—" He coughed, not even getting to finish his sentence. In the blink of an eye, without a second thought, Jade had whipped the scissors out and tightly gripped them in her fist. He was turned away, so unsuspecting of her. It was the perfect opportunity and probably the only one she'd ever get. She took one swift step forward and plunged them into the side of his neck. Then again, and again, and again. Grunts of rage escaped from her throat as she drove them deeper with each blow. She could hear the gritting, the ripping, and spatter of his blood and flesh each time as it penetrated through his skin. She aimed anywhere she could. The last blow, she'd pulled her h

Violet Blood splashed on the damp foliage. But at the same time were two more on. I pushed Silas behind me, ripped my tool arm up and parched the bite of one Schleichers, who jumped on me. The beast biting in the Titanium plates of my arm. I felt the immense pressure, but the metal was holding. With a short, targeted bump, I rammed the Vibro cutter into the soft throat the creature. The high-frequency water cut through meat and bones as if it were