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It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

hehehehe! To be continued....

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

"Um... Miss Tomari, I have brought all the data that you want..." Yurihama Fusae, Togo's secretary, talked nervously to Togo who was very furious at this moment. Inwardly, she thought that Togo was interested in this young man and couldn't help but feel happy since this "Merchant of Death" seemed to have a heart and Togo wasn't as heartless as she had thought, but she had to admit that the face of the young man was very handsome, but she didn't have time to appreciate it since she was always busy.

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

After a long time of making it, Hikari has done with it and he tells Neu and Nimura about it. "So, first I go with Neu's character. His name was Kei Hiyama, He was in the guild for a long time ago and he still protecting the base till now with the rest of the other guild members. Then, about Lolita. Her name was Minato Lolita, the same goes for Hiyama she was an old guild member that still living in the guild to protect it. Her teammate was Hiyama and both of them go on a quest together."

- he assured fervently, releasing her wrist, then with the other hand slipped the mask off his face. - Sorry for the attack.- Miyuki said hesitantly, and when finally saw his whole face, she recognized him immediately, even though he was wearing heavy makeup in the music video, and now his eyes were only slightly underlined with eyeliner.- I'm sorry, but are you perhaps... Aoi Takashima?- she asked, looking at him closely. - Don't tell me that you are my fan...- he sighed with a slightly weary face. - No, no, nothing like that.- Miyuki quickly denied.- But my best friend is, that's how I got to know your face. I don't have TV at home, so I mainly heard your voice before that.- she explained.

{My name is Tamerlane Shonod… The Trailblazer… The Earthscorcher…} Sketches of a human’s musculatory system, placed side by side and then inlaid with that of an ocean lizard splayed on its back. And, bursting with her own strange version of love for Tamerlane, Himiko giving the prophetic warning to Sasha: {Tamerlane and I are hard at work to reverse nature’s perversion. We shall cut off the tenth head before the sickness can spread…}

Wham! The masked woman slapped the man. At once, his cloth mask was knocked off. If Alex Rockefeller was here, he would have recognized this man who was none other than Frank Accardo’s son, Heath Accardo! “Bastard, your head is filled with garbage!” The masked woman was an envoy from Gokudo Soshiki. Her real name was Maiko Chiba.

I held onto the figure's cloak, pinning the imposter down with my elbow. I could sense an aura, deadly just like Kyle's but of lower ranking. "Who are you?" A soft giggle emanated from beneath. The headgear of the cloak fell off as the imposter revealed herself. "Madonna." My eyes widened as I stared at the meek-looking girl now in armor. "It turns out the master was right about you. You're not some Omega working as a Maiden; you're strong and resilient like a warrior." She chuckled.