Free Fire Female Character の小説・ストーリー

A Fire Element Mage. She had finally accessed her powers.

“You’re that duelist. The Federation prisoner from years ago. One of the pawns in Retholis’ game.” “Ra’ventrii,” Freya replied. “And I’m no-one’s pawn. Not any longer. Not ever again.” Her voice came out through her sonic emitters which gave it a metallic edge. The sound gave him a chill deep in his core. It reverberated up his spine and caused his scales to shiver. More than her voice, he remembered the feats she was capable of in the arena. How she dismantled Reborn Drogar with ease. No matter how young and strong and virile he had gotten, he knew he was no match. If she wanted him dead, he most certainly would be.

I looked at where she was pointing a finger at and saw the young woman last night in another table now, eating dinner with some other girls. I realized I had seen her companions before. They were working temp jobs in a place not far from here. I knew because I’d done some work there in the past before I got admitted here. I felt stupid for feeling relieved that she wasn’t dead and being liquified in a steaming tub in a basement somewhere. “So you were looking out for him, too, huh?’ Lucy said, smiling wickedly at me when I turned back to her. “I… don’t know why he’s always coming back.”

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”

At this moment, the referee's voice rang out: SIMULATION SPACE WILL START STARTING IN 10 SECOND SECONDS, RECOMMENDED PLAYERS TO POSITION. Wait – Stopping a match, obviously, but the voice was so calm as if he knew for sure everything would follow his lead. Her long red hair fluttered in the wind, her distinctive red eyes filled with the pride of a perfect species. The red dress is gorgeous like a burning fire. Behind her is a mighty Thunder dragon. Irina Rigil Kai – Fire princess of the purebred lineage. What does the princess need? A judge politely stood up. Irina pushed her long hair back and replied:

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

"Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!" A gent with an aquiline nose, curly hair, and a weighted tank top was doing the side-plank, waving his hand and flirting with the cameramen and live audience. "A beauty with a fierceness that even monsters have to succumb to. The one that put an end to Rime Slayer, a Queen-level dangerous serial killer, on her own. No. 2, Demon Princess, alias: Gabrielle!" A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends

He squeals out as sweat breaks out on his forehead and protrudes from his arm pits creating a river down his sides. "What girl?" I play dumb. I don't give him time to answer before I smash his last three toes with three explosive hits. I move over to his other foot and pause with the mallet still in the air as I look up into his face. He is looking straight ahead at Trev, silently begging for help. Ha! "The fire girl! I don't know her name, only that she is made of fire and my bosses want her!" He gargles out through his tooth less mouth. I barely understand him.

She fixed a pained expression on her face and said, "Jennifer's a terrifying woman, officers. She was the supervisor of the event, but she intentionally kept her distance during a critical moment. "Perhaps… Perhaps she even intentionally hired someone to start the fire, intending to frame me and Shane for her crime. No matter how much you hate me, Jennifer, you shouldn't have destroyed hundreds of acres of forest and Mr. Paulson's ancestors' tombstone just to hurt me! "And now, you're trying to use fake evidence to frame us. You're truly heartless!" I didn't bother sparing a single glance at Shane and Valerie despite how they were ruthlessly dragging my name through the mud.