Durarara Headless Rider 소설 & 이야기

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under 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.

I was curious to know what Jet was up to. A few minutes later, I stood there in shock as I watched Jet twist Darren's neck and then completely remove his head from his body. "I think I'm going to be sick," I said right before puking nearby as the blood gushed out of Darren's neck. I have never witnessed something so raw. Not at all affected, Jet tossed his head towards Hunter. I shivered from fear and something else I couldn't describe, Claire wrapped her hands around me and I was grateful for it. The councils wanted Darren back along with me, now that Darren is dead what happens next?

“Do you know who this belongs to?” Her eyes widened. She turned to someone behind me. I met her gaze and it was her lead Warrior, Dara, who stood outside. “Warriors have it here.” She replied. “Why?” Why did she look at Dara? That was heavily suspicious. “This horse tail is expensive and few. Can only be found at Black Hills.” She scoffed. “Oh please. Boots and Rivers market sell anything. And the ones in Black Hills’ could be a cheap copy.”

"What do we have here?" Just then, Rager walked up behind him, silently, slowly getting in position. She raised her head quickly, noticing that somebody was in front of her. When she saw Rager, she gasped, and he instantly turned around. Rager did not waste another moment as he bit down on the guy's head. The guy thought he could get free as he instantly reached up, grabbing hold of Rager's bottom jaw. Rager wasted no time as he shook the man from side to side. Then suddenly, his head popped off its shoulders as the delicate bones in the neck could not take any more strain. She was horrified as the guy's body was flung a short distance away as his head was now severed from his body.

We crossed an open field, and all three of us froze immediately, our feet rooted to the ground and unwilling to move. Up ahead, lit by the moonlight, was a horse. Its rider was perched atop it… without a head. No, wait. He had a head, but he was holding it in his hand. Chills rushed through my whole body. I’d heard of these headless riders before. I’d even seen a movie or two about them. It was never a good sign. “Run!” screamed Allie. She sounded terrified as she turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Then it flew towards him. “Well done Arthur!” There was only one person with the ability to manipulate Durandal so, and that was its partner and his son – Arthur. “Just kill it!” Arthur screamed from the side. Village Head Fan nodded his head and grabbed onto the blade that had been by his side whenever things went sideways. Holding onto the familiar blade and feeling it suck his life force, he smirked and said, “Seems fitting that you would be by my side in such a scenario” And giving a mighty shout, he struck with Durandal also, and the large head of the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast came off!

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

It was a scene of utter bedlam, a moment of pure and unadulterated terror that would haunt those who witnessed it for years to come. Darren held me in his arms, trying to pull me out of the bar. But it seemed that the zombie-like headless corpse noticed it was me who threw things at me, so he paused a bit before he decided to charge in our direction at full speed. Getting attacked by a headless zombie? I thought to myself. Great. Now I can cross that one off my bucket list.