Death's Head 2 の小説・ストーリー

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

I jump on an enemy, get behind his back, and after stabbing his neck, with slight pressure, his head pulls off and then falls lifeless on the ground. I bend to the blade attack of a stone orc and dodge his blows, then jump on his sword and, with a kick, crack his head backward and stab him with his own weapon. I hear the screams of Darren, who is still human, takes the heads of horrifying two-headed creatures with flaming tails and releases his electricity into their bodies, charring them. He smashes the skull of a demon with the head of a scorpion with just one fist and then changes shape to becomes a huge gray wolf with electric blue eyes and makes staff and enemies.

He was relying on his eyes and ears. "Movement," Marcus whispered, raising a fist. They froze. Ahead, in a clearing of dead, white birch trees, something was moving. It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't a mutant. It was a deer. A stag. It stood in the mist, its antlers huge and majestic. But as it turned its head, Jack saw the truth. The stag had two heads. One was normal, watching them with fearful brown eyes. The other head, growing out of the side of the neck, was a withered, skeletal thing with glowing green eyes.

Xareth moved forward without hesitation, cloak trailing like ink across the ground. “I will speak with your Alpha,” he said, his voice commanding. For a moment, there was only wind. And then, the ground erupted. The earth cracked open, and a colossal figure rose from beneath the soil, sand cascading off his body like water. The sheer power of his presence made the air vibrate. He was unlike anything I had ever seen, massive, ferocious and ancient. And worst of all, he had two heads. Two snarling, growling heads that moved independently, their glowing eyes burning into Xareth like twin suns.