Game Of Thrones Head On Spike の小説・ストーリー

Kinsley yelled at her brother, grabbing the medkit beside him and pressing bandages to his wounds as she inspected them, her pounding headache fading into the background as her adrenaline spiked. “That routine recon into a nest of creatures went sideways. I’d never seen anything like it. I have no idea what it is or what these spikes do. I just know my arm hurts like a son of a bitch.” Sawyer bit out around the belt in his mouth, pulling it higher as his sister quickly put on gloves and gripped the bottom spike. He nodded and then grunted out in pain as she pulled the spike out swearing as about 3 inches of the 9-inch spike had been embedded in his arm.

“You sly fox, so is this how you escape your death?” I stared at him emotionless, I held the handle of the scythe and pointed its hook towards his head. “I just got a VIP ticket.” I said as I pierced the end of the blade towards his heart. Spurt! Blood flowed like a fountain and rained on me. The black spear melted into the shadows and disappeared into the void. A big whole on the center of his chest was revealed. His eyes where still staring at me before he drop on the ground face first.

With how the head is designed, I can say it’s enough for me to not miss if I threw these. “Then, how about the other parts?” “The other parts,” Kaiser now showed me the sharp end. “This one is a bit hard to do, yet, it’s enjoyable. Do you see this?” Kaiser pointed right at the tip. “I made the end to be thin and sharp. Then…” He pointed at the body after the tip. “I also installed tiny, countless pointy spikes on it’s body.” I have to squint my eyes to see the spikes he talked about. “What is it’s use?” I asked, contemplating when I would use the nails to throw to the Flesh Monsters.

Suddenly, all hell breaks loose. Out of nowhere, the leader’s head suddenly topples from his neck in a gory spray of blood, as if it’s somehow been severed by an invisible blade. A split second later, an arrow buries itself in the center of the burly guy’s face. He crumbles to the ground, dead before he could possibly know what hit him.

He sprinted toward Zeke at high speed. The tiger-head spear had a powerful spiritual energy. It instantly caused a shocking roar that frightened the onlookers. However, Zeke merely smirked at that. He flicked the charm in his hand and it instantly burnt to ashes. The ground cracked open at the same time, and dozens of desiccated corpses emerged. All the corpses lunged at Chester. Chester had no choice but to use his tiger-head spear to get rid of the corpses before he could attack Zeke. The tiger-head spear emitted a series of loud roars as it swung, cutting down the corpses one after another. Chester gradually advanced toward Zeke.

one exploded into motion. Bone spikes erupted from its chest like a bullet. Kane tried to dodge — but he was already committed to his attack on the first hunter. The spike punched through his side. Pain exploded through our mate bond. I screamed his name as Kane stumbled, blood spreading across his shirt. The big hunter lunged for his exposed back-

Seth smirks at Steve “We are all messed up and you still have the strength to smirk?” “Yea because you are about to lose an arm or more. Shadow Body Spike” The right hand of Steve starts to glow and pointy spikes start growing out from his body covering his right hand and still growing. Steve’s pupils dilates and before he could counter the attack Seth makes the Spike to go off. Before it exploded, Steve cuts his arm off and kicks it away before it exploded “I see you cut off your own arm. Well that’s the only way to counter the attack” he said coughing out blood repeatedly

I said to the men, raising a barrier that the Naga smashed into. "You will die!" He hissed, slithering around the barrier. I stepped back as he stretched to his limits, his lower body frozen in the ice as he thrashed around. He roared, venom dripping from his fangs as he lunged at me once more, not caring about the damage to his tail. I was ready for him. He ripped free from the ice, his body bloodied, but before he even reached me, Hunter and Theon attacked, decapitating his head and piercing his heart.

"I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death, and to death, I shall return. Isn't that poetic?" “You’re sick.” “I think we’ve already established that.” "Let me finish him off." Hades digs the gun's muzzle into my temple, causing my head to tilt back. I don't stare at him—he's not essential. My gaze stays locked on Rose's, caught by how her eyes darker than lighten, flitting around as if she's unsure whether to take the gun from Hadesimir and shoot me or if it'll be better if she kills me with her bare hands.