Counterattack Bl Novels & Stories

ACE "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I yelled into my phone. We had turned the tables. Instead of those fuckers following us, we were following them. It might have given the game away that we were onto them but it gave them a taste of their own God damned medicine. Though, we had to be careful—or, at least, Gunnar had to be careful. Even with him being well ahead of the gun trade compared to his competitors, he was still losing business because of this inconvenience. And, knowing my brother, it wasn't sitting well with him. So, what he had done shouldn't have surprised me, and yet, it did.

The announcer said showing the champion on-screen. Well, that was a good one though, Braum is the best counter-initiation support in the game with his ultimate and his shield being so critical at blocking skill shots. Braum propels freezing ice from his shield, slowing and dealing magic damage. Braum is going to be very strong in late-game team fights. He will be able to speak up a lot of damage for his carries during the late game... It will be on a rather short cooldown which can allow him to start team fights on enemies who are caught out of position. I nod at their choice.

It indicated he was a Grade A Genetic Fighter. Lucas shook his head. 'Why are there so many weaklings?' Everyone in the western restaurant sighed as they could guess what was going to happen to Lucas next. Throughout Sky Blue Base City, there were only a handful of people who dared go against Blake despite him not being the strongest. Lucas did not take a defensive stance as he did not intend to dodge the attack. Nevertheless, this made it look like he could not react to Blake’s attack. Blake’s fists that were covered in red aura were about to strike Lucas. Blake smirked as he thought to himself, 'You're just a little Rank 1 Evolved One. How dare you talk big? Now, I shall let you taste the

But the Blade-Stalker was smarter than I thought. It didn't try to use its blade. Instead, its massive, free left fist came flying out from the dark in a sudden, brutal counter-sweep that I didn't see coming. The heavy, leathery knuckles hit me directly in the center of my chest with the force of a speeding truck. CRACK.