Genos X Tornado Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, the tornado began slowing down. Xasha grinned after seeing that his plan worked, but then something happened. The tornado started speeding back up, spinning even faster than it was before. Xasha furrowed his brows, "you think you can fight back? You're mine," he waved his hand again. The solidified hair cylinder started spinning faster. This started a tug of war between Xasha and the tornado. It would speed up, then Xahsa's air cylinder would spin even faster. The clash caused untold destruction to the surrounding land. Sand and stone rose from the ground only to be hurled through the air. This went on for a few minutes until the cylinder got up to a speed of 600mph. The

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

Sighing heavily, he raked a hand through his bouncy locks, combing them with his fingers. “Damn it.” Xander was regretting but his hands were tied. To accomplish his goal, he must continue the act even if it projects him as the bad guy. Fishing out his phone from the pocket of his pants, he then dialed a number. “Giselle, get the car. We will be leaving for the site inspection.” *****

Evelyn didn't say anything and mumbled a small thank you to her. Xander: Hey, cut the cake. My hand is hurting. He whined as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. Brandon rolled his eyes. Brandon: It's a cake not a dumbbell, shorty. I think you should get yourself checked. Your glucose levels are low or perhaps you're getting old, Pooh? He said while faking a gasp. Xander narrowed his eyes at him. Xander: Thanks Doctor Tate but your advice only infuriated me. I think by giving two three punches to some notorious brats, my blood pressure level would jump to peak. Would you like to volunteer?