Crowds Gatchaman Novels & Stories

" * The sound of a Crowd cheering* Rookie immediately stops to listen to what sounds like a group cheering about something. " Stay here, I'll go check it out." Rookie says as he lets go of my hand. " Better be careful, it sounds like there's at least of them 30. " Rookie pats my shoulder as a response before quietly walking towards the sound. I lean against the cave wall. Wonder what was those cheers?..... Could it be more Version Slayers? But Bankotsu said there were only 4... Did he tell me on purpose or really a slip of the tongue?

she informed Takoda, gesturing with her cup, “normal people say hello before entering protective boyfriend mode.” Takoda blinked once slowly, his expression flattening. “I said three words.” “Exactly,” Harmony shot back with a grin. The corner of his mouth twitched faintly, splitting his stoic look for a split second. The stadium lights brightened overhead as dusk settled fully. Crowds poured toward the gates while the rich smell of popcorn and grilled food drifted through the damp air. Takoda glanced toward Carter near the entrance again, and his jaw tightened instantly into a hard line.

The guard pulls out a gun from his jacket making my heart skip a beat. Gulping hard I place a huge smile on my face. “Who’s a good girl?”Carter smiles, pinching my cheek slightly. He leads to the anticipated crowd sitting right in front of them. He kisses my knuckles seductively and the crowd cheers making me sick. I look through the crowd looking for a familiar face when I see a man walk swiftly behind a pillar. That’s strange, I think. ” Good evening everyone” Carter says, grabbing my attention, smiling and waving his hand confidently.

"Let's be?" —That's right —he backs up a bit— It's time to go out! he exclaims to I don't know who in particular. However, then I realized something. Women and boys begin to emerge from the cave. They are strange and most are full of tattoos. They all come out and position themselves behind Gadreel, surrounding the campfire, watching me. In the blink of an eye all of them, including Gadreel, spread their huge black wings at the same time. -To her.

The small white man was already on his knees and the crowd was shouting for blood. The next fifteen minutes amazed everyone. The smaller one was persistent. With his sword, he kept on slashing and chipping away at the giant thanks to his speed. No one knew who would win. The mediator finally stepped in when the smaller man dropped unconscious. He was close to winning. It was his body that gave out first. The crowd just clapped normally for the victory of the giant. It was obvious that everyone vouched for the smaller one to win. This was Gairoshi. Because of the presence of the crowd, the pressure was doubled. When the first match ended, almost half of the crowd stood to empty their bowels.

If Kaze was defeated, they dared not even imagine what would happen to them or their families. Then, Gareth entered the ring in the escort of his disciples. His arrival won loud cheers and applause. “Grandmaster!” “Grandmaster Hornberg is going to win!” “Beat that useless guy!” The crowd grew tumultuous. They were all supporters of Gareth, of course, they cheered on him. “Where is Kaze Lee?” “Is he afraid?” Right after Gareth entered the ring, the crowd started to look for Kaze. “Be patient. Kaze Lee will show up.”

There’s a gathering of over a hundred people—if I’m trying to count—with a big fire in the middle. “The goddess answered our prayers!” a voice amidst the crowd says. I frown, staring with no idea what to do. “The Luna is back!” another yells. More heads turn, and soon there’s loud cheering. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, creating a path for me to walk through. And I do—gingerly, making sure I’ll be aware if anyone nears me. The whole gathering becomes quiet, and I try not to let their obvious gawking bother me. Clearing my throat, I ask no one in particular, “How do I get to the pack house?”

It was a makeshift gesture; the knots were uneven, the poles different heights. Rin’s mouth twitched. It looked like exactly what it was: people trying to show something before the elders had a chance to approve the script. At the manor’s outer gate, the crowd thickened into something like a lane. Wolves in Blackmoon colors. A handful in Nightfang braids—envoys, scouts, or simply those who’d chosen to live here in the peace years. Children on shoulders craned for a better look. The murmur of voices swelled and dipped as they approached.

Cakra swiftly launches his fist that they fist are bumping that it causes a loud noise. “What the hell?! He can match my fist?! Who the hell are they anyway?!” Cakra becomes agitated “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. He strengthens his fist to break Cakra’s balance and he jabs Kartika really hard that she gets shoved crashing the tree. “Kartika!” Herman exclaims. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. Some of them advance to Herman. The panic Herman shoots fire nails aimlessly that he lets his guard down making them easy to beat him up mercilessly.

But when I spot a group of at least ten coming at us from the corner of my eye, I groan, knowing this is it. “Samirah, ten o’clock” I call to her, and she’s by my side in an instant I watch as the crowd splits down the middle, coming at us from our sides and forcing us to fight back to back. Right before they meet us, we’re met with the hisses coming from their mouths “TRAITORS” “TRAITOROUS FILTH” “DIE SNAKES”