Carnage Kabuto Novels & Stories

the tremor of its steps was like a messenger of death, the power of the Tank(2) is extraordinary and lv1 Tank can’t be compared he plans to dodge the tank, but his legs were on its limit! though he can heal the wounds and the fatigue, the overuse of his legs takes longer to heal! he looks at the charging Tank(2) with disbelief. “It can’t be!” *GRROARRR!!!* but there is something that is running from the back of the Tank(2) this figure was bloody and biting his sword’s handle, it was Jimboy! in a split second, everything became black and white in John Carl’s eyesight, in the last moment he slightly jumps towards to the body of the Tank(2)

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

Their bodies were ripped into two. " Who.. who are you...?" I stutter barely able to speak.Blinking in disbelief, to see the person's back still turned towards me. I see lower to find the person wearing a long knee-length leather coat with pants and combats. A shawl covering his face. Placing the katana back in its holder, tied to his waist. He sighs to turn around slowly. My heart stops when I see a pair of beautiful grey eyes looking back at me. His entire face is hidden.

* *crush* Without hesitation, Krittin swiftly retaliated, delivering a palm strike that sent one of the wardens crashing into the cave ceiling. The other warden managed to evade the attack and retreated to the cannon platform mounted below the central ceiling of the cave. The AB Cannon on the platform towered above, resembling a pillar-like cannon in Idorund's hands, but this version was colossal, comparable in size to a ten-wheeler truck. The bright streaks along its edges emanated from the glow of the giant Aiolia ore. It was a weapon that Airburst took immense pride in, capable of decimating an entire landscape with a single shot. And now, it was aimed directly at Krittin.

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

The suddenly paralyzed cyborgs crumbled to the ground while wearing looks of surprise and confusion. With more of her long, dark hair escaped from the confines of her day old braid than was neatly folded in it and her eyes mirroring her anger, fear, and horror, Kendra resembled a wild woman as she rushed toward the final cyborg. Her warrior’s scream filled the air as she lept onto his back and drove her knife deep into the base of his neck. He struggled to reach around and pull her from him, but Ari was quick to join in and pierce the back of his neck with her knife as well.

The sound vibrated through my jaw—not the grinding of teeth, but the structural groan of my own neck as I forced my head to turn. Kael was lying three feet away. He was a ruin of crimson and ash. The violet-tipped round had torn through his shoulder, leaving a jagged, cauterized crater that pulsed with a slow, mortal rhythm. His hair, once obsidian, then winter-white, was now a matted tangle of blood and frost. He was watching me. His human blue eyes were red-rimmed and hollowed out, but they held a frantic, desperate focus. He reached out a blue-tinged hand, his fingers twitching in the grit.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.