Colt Attack On Titan 소설 & 이야기

and all of it was directed at me. Colt moved like lightning.. he was off me and on his feet in a blink, pulling his jeans up and shoving himself back in, positioning himself between me and the door. I scrambled to cover myself with my arms with my face burning with shame and anger. “Blaze, Damon… it's not what it..,” Colt started but Blaze cut him off. “What the fuck do you think you're doing, Colt?” Blaze’s voice was low, deadly calm and a thousand times more terrifying than if he’d been screaming.

I shouted, rushing forward. Killan grabbed my arm to stop me, motioning to the corner, his voice calm but urgent. “Wait. He’s alive. We need to clear the rest of the house first before checking on him.” I was already tearing myself from his grip when I heard dragging footsteps from the hallway behind us. Colt. The bastard was dragging two half-dead men—no, not men—traitors. His expression was blank, like he didn’t just miss the entire siege of our home. His white shirt was still buttoned up neatly, like he hadn’t been in a fight at all.

"Rain! So, what are you waiting for?" "NO! Stay back…" Instead of Rain, Creed yelled with a silver glint in his eyes, "I'm almost there…" Colt didn't take his eyes off the ongoing onslaught. He was sitting on the ground while learning against his lance dug into the ground. He kept observing the Creed as he took on the Angel assault. Colt mumbled under his breath, 'Almost… where?'

Rhett cursed under his breath, tossing a charge into Colton’s hand. “Hold them back,” he growled. Colton rose, fire in his eyes, and with every crack of his rifle, sparks flew against drone wings. The air was chaos: the metallic screech of machines dying mid-flight, the thump of explosives shaking the ground, the smell of scorched earth filling every breath. Julian turned then, his eyes seeking Lucien—no, not Lucien anymore, not entirely, not while the glow still pulsed faintly beneath his skin. And Savannah, bent over him, syringe ready, her face painted in streaks of dirt and determination.

The fact that he was actually attacking personally was already more than Sebastian deserved, as he was only at the Soul Awakening stage. Colter hadn't come to Cloudsoar City to fight Sebastian. He was there to publicly humiliate the Thornes. As for killing Sebastian, that was just an afterthought. The oppressive energy that he had released could have flattened a hill, but it disappeared without a trace when it reached a point that was about 30 feet away from Sebastian. It hadn't harmed Sebastian at all and couldn't possibly kill him. Colter waited for three seconds and frowned slightly when he didn't hear Sebastian screaming.

I gasp, grabbing my chest, and get off Colt. 1006 is back from whatever they did to him.

The debacle was finally over. Tony tried to catch his breath as his chest heaved heavily. He came up to me, looking pale and troubled. Tony tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. In the end, he took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered me one. "Leigh… I mean, Mr. Leigh." He was more respectful of me now, and he sounded slightly ashamed. "I-I was rash before, and I'm sorry about that." I did not take the cigarette he offered and shook my head. "Let's get the floor sensors and security up and running first." I returned to the laptop and got Lynn to reset the sensors' threshold to its original setting.

He thought this might be the motivation Colton needs to get out of bed. “Colt, I think you need to see this,” Jackson helped prop Colton’s body up as he brought the newspaper to his chest. Colton opened his eyes slowly and he blinked several times, reading the big headline. His gaze then traveled to the photograph and his eyes went glassy when he saw her face. “Colt, I know you’re in a lot of pain right now, and I don’t know how long we’ll have you so I’m gonna make this brief. We need to fight back. You lost the girl, but it doesn’t mean we’re losing the war—”

As for the pretty maids next to them, they died without even leaving a corpse behind. Colt was the only one left alive despite being seriously injured. He was lying on the ground and covered in blood. Chase laughed coldly and leaped up into the air once again. He went straight toward Glenn. He moved at lightning speed. He was like a fragment of shadow that instantly appeared above Glenn. "No!" Colt closed his eyes in despair. It was like he could feel Chase stepping on his head instead. After that, there was a painful ringing in his mind. However, someone blocked the attack on Glenn.

He was already focused on the guy’s message. “The fuckard broke my phone,” I muttered. “We need to hurry,” the guy panted. “Colton is unguarded.” I scoffed. “Colton? Unguarded? Yeah, right.” “We killed half his men,” the newcomer said in a thick Italian accent. “You killed,” I corrected, flat. “Not me. I only want Colton.” Sandro ignored me, already mapping out our next move. “The snipers are around Colton’s house. We go in and finish him first. Then I take my sweet time with my dear uncle.”