Chained Soldier Fubuki Novels & Stories

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

It was a close call but just before midnight Alpha Frank’s troops from Jura appeared. Exactly as promised as our fire torches blazed we heard the heavy, weary sound of footsteps. The bulky men were representative of their pack leader. Horrifically strong, their muscles masked by flesh. No six-packs on display, just lethal strength and guts. Their chief warrior Azus shook my hand and gave a bow. Draped in brown leather pleats with gold embellishments, Alpha Frank's second in command was a notorious warrior. As round as a cow, thigh as thick as my torso he was a monstrous figure.

she added. Alforo stared sharply at him. Sachi eyes were on my back where Alforo's palm resting. He stared hard at it, before finally shaking .. "Don't force her, Sachi…" Alforo threatened. Sachi smirked at us. He smiled at Alforo before turning to me. "Protective huh?" she teases. Alforo's eyed her immediately. I laughed there. "He's so old, Sachi." I drifted my eyes on him.

Copy-cat. MIKA: You cannot possibly....that magic will kill you with the poison in you LOGAN: Copy Mika (A copy of Mika appeared beside him and he coughs blood) Kill her MIKA COPY: Yes sir....Chain sword (she summoned Mika's chain sword which was a chain with sharp blade at the end then she cut off Mika's head, disappearing immediately Mika died)

Fire Lord instantly fell on his knees. Surprisingly, the figure nodded and calmly explained, "Every spirit master who lost the mission has a chance to survive. Fire Lord, state your true name." While saying this, a small bell appeared in the hands of the interrogator. "It is Xian Fu, Lord!" Xian Fu stated. Seeing the bell not ringing even once, the figure nodded, "At least, you are honest." "Xian Fu, origin: Faye Valley. Martial Soul: Crimson Face. Age: 37. Serial Rapist chased by spirit hall. Known crimes also include robbery and smuggling of evil cultivators. Passed Judgement: Execution."

“That’s him indeed sir, we both grew up in New Capua and also went to New Capuan Military Academy. He almost didn’t make it because of his slow shield arm.” “Gods rest his soul. Well soldier, Clarion’s things are at the fifth tent at the right side. All of the dead’s property from Cohort 46 is there. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” The supply tents were filled to the brim; dozens of packs were simply stuffed inside with no care. I couldn’t blame the Quartermaster, the belongings of the dead were probably the last thing he would’ve cared about during a war. A Remanian soldier’s pack is called a furca, which was high Latin for fork. The furca was rucksack the size of a small stray do

' Queen Mia thought as narrowed her eyes on Tsarayu. In less than no time, the Fiery Skeleton had reached Tsarayu. Almost immediately, it attacked the man with its blazing hammer. Unfortunately, it also became stuck in its position when it entered Tsarayu's range. The fiery skeleton struggled to move the hammer, but it couldn't no matter how much it tried. The ax made of fire was immovable as well. The whole battlefield went completely silent. Everyone was staring at Long Chan, their mouths wide open out of astonishment.

She just laid there, deathly pale, body frozen cold and lifeless. “No! You can't die, I won't let you. Who could have done this?!” Rion screamed out. He grabbed the silver chain around her wrist and hissed as the metal burned into the flesh of his palm. He didn't move his hand away, he channeled all his strength instead and managed to break the chains away from her wrist, despite getting badly burnt by them. He took her horribly burnt wrist and felt for a pulse. Somehow I still couldn't react, still couldn't speak, couldn't even understand what I was feeling. It felt like I was trapped in my own body, forced to watch everything unfold.

The commander shouted and the hoplites run after us, some of them are even riding chariots. "That reminds me of Pokemon! Gotta catch them all!" Jiroo sings a song while running and Liam laughs loudly at his friend's silly antics. "I'm Picachu but I will never let them catch me with their pokemon ball!" Jiroo said as he crouched down when one of the hoplites riding a chariot tried to grab his shirt. "Shit! This dress is getting on my way!" He hissed and ripped off the hem of his chiton up until above his knee.

no one could give him a plausible reply as they were all lost in their very own thought. one of the soldiers with a spear faced head straight with one of the creatures, we could tell it was a dark creature with a bull horn and a rocky skin, it eyes were bloody red and the fangs dripping some gluey fluid and its long finger-like claws very long and sharp, the soldier who was a werewolf decided to take his speed ability as an opportunity but was caught off guard by it, as he was the first soldier to die by those creatures hand. Marek and Kingu could no longer watch the manslaughter of the soldiers, they unsheathed their swords, ready to join in the fight with the rest of the stand-by soldiers.