Garou X Metal Bat Novels & Stories

These new robots were shiny giants made from a dark shiny metal that absorbed light, their joints covered with thin silver lines that buzzed with a scary steady beat. They moved fast and smoothly like predators making the old iron machines look slow. Their blank metal faces had purple marks that showed they worked on a different level of logic. The front group did not walk; they glided down the stone edge like a liquid, their long zinc-covered spears moving forward in a scary perfect sync. Lord Garrett did not even have time to turn his arc-rifle toward the noise. The lead dark robot hit him while he was turning, its huge metal shoulder hitting his chest with a force that broke his strong ar

He left them in the car. He formed a spiritual battle axe in his hand. He must use a heavy weapon against the statues, so his Alloy Dagger was practically useless. Goma stood next to his father. An aura enveloped the machete in his hand. He looked serious. They were ready for battle in mere seconds. The Ghost Statues sprinted toward them during that time. Bassan also completed his spell. A powerful spiritual pressure washed out from him and a Stone Giant that was roughly three meters high. He summoned the Stone Giant.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Xavier burst into a crazy laugh. “I deserve it??……….well I guess you can say you also deserve whatever it is I dish you tonight” Xavier said and went straight to the trunk of the car, opened it and brought out a slim bat. Marcus got surprised as he actually realized he was about to watch his father get beaten.

"This... 'Luis Park was taken aback! This bat looks like a big Bat. A human-like but this big! "70 Inches!" Luis Park muttered this loudly! "The wings... It was so wide!" Luis Park was shocked and amazed! Luis Park can't think of something! If he spread the wings and this wide. What amazement and happiness would it be? He wants to test this out. But seeing the data, he doesn't want to! Because this bat has a Battle power of 9! 'What would that be?' He thought. But he can't think of something!

The electric baton could be used to shock and beat people, and when the switch was pressed, it could be used as a knife to kill others. The body of the stick was made of alloy, which was extremely hard and could resist many weapons. Lyric ran two steps forward, kicked over the foreign bodyguard who came to catch Matthew, and stood in front of Matthew. Matthew didn't forget to give her a thumbs-up as he ran. "What a cool skill!" Lyric stretched out her thumb and rubbed her lower lip with her finger. Her gaze was exceptionally fierce. "Take him away first." Lyric gave an order to the people behind her, and then rushed toward the big guy.

Jarred whimpered as he blindly groped in the crate for something to defend himself with—a tire iron, a crowbar, anything—and desperate hope surged as his fingers curled around something wooden wrapped in worn, cracked tape. The thing settled onto its haunches, gathering itself. “Let’s get it on!” It sprang forward, a dark blur of decayed flesh, gnashing white teeth, blazing green eyes. Without thinking, he yanked the wooden object free of the crate and swung it with every ounce of strength he had, and only as it passed did he see . . . It was a bat. An old, worn Louisville Slugger. His son’s old baseball bat. The one he’d given Bryan for his twelfth birthday, back when things had been good b

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I swear to God, ribs sound like bubble wrap when you get the right angle. That sweet, delicate pop-pop-pop under the bat. The bat was slick in my grip, the blood making it slide just a little. I adjusted, aimed lower. He was choking now. Gurgling through what used to be a jaw. My shoes squelched every time I stepped closer to him, and still I didn’t feel done.

“Please stop.” Andrea slaps me hard across the face. “Open your eyes when I’m talking to you!” I cry out softly. My ears are ringing. Garrett is leaning against a nearby crate, watching like this is entertainment. Andrea stands again, frustration practically radiating off her. “She’s ruining my mood,” she mutters. Before I can react, Andrea grabs a baseball bat, leaning against the wall. My eyes widen in horror.

"You're dead!" Adrian roared, his fist glowing with golden light. In a flash, he launched a punch at the bat with terrifying speed. The bat barely had time to react before the golden fist slammed into it, hurling the creature into the distance. As the bat flew backward, it unleashed a swarm of venomous needles, forming a deadly web aimed at Adrian. The latter’s expression remained icy, eyes blazing with fury, as his body was enveloped in a protective blue aura.