Novel & Cerita Green Arrow Vs Hawkeye Comic

-Aurora’s pov- We stood there for a while, and as he advanced toward me, I found myself gradually retreating while keeping a watchful eye on him. Even though we were both betas, I knew that in the event of a fight between us, the odds of my winning were quite slim. "Come with me now, and I will make it easy for you," he said, confirming my suspicion. Hawthorne had indeed sent someone after me. The fact that he didn't inquire about Xavier indicated he probably wasn't informed about him or had simply forgotten. I took a step back, then abruptly halted, fixing him with a defiant glare.

“What? You’re not satisfied? You think I snuck up on you?” Harvey hooked his finger mockingly, smiling faintly at Jupiter. “Come! I’ll give you a chance. This time, you better show me all your strength!” Jupiter’s eyes twitched frantically after hearing Harvey’s words. The next moment, he sprang forth, revealing his full strength. “I’ll have you know that I’m no easy target for you to bully, Harvey York!” He rushed forward, and the waddy in his hand emitted an eerie green glow. Right then, a strange green shadow zoomed right at Harvey, presenting a terrifying sight.

Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings. Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off. “Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them. “This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

But Ares’s mind was not mine to make up. If only we could mindlink – “Help us, and we’ll help you.” Ares squared his shoulders as he spoke. The gaunt pallor to his face and the swaying of his body somehow seemed unimportant when he brought himself up to his full height and pushed out his chest. “Greyhide Canyon are working under an alliance. I doubt they planned this attack. An Omega – Lionel? Leopold? I can’t remember – told us that Greyhide, Bloodpelt Prowler, and Sable Stalker are joining forces and marching on my pack. Help us. This is not the end – it is only the beginning.”

scents of Manhattan’s executive suites. Ethan Hawke sat on a "Recycled" leather bench, his "Strong Frame" hunched forward as he cleaned his "Kinetic" sidearm. The firelight played across his "Chiseled" features, casting deep, "Calculating" shadows that made him look like the "Evil Person" Aria had first met in the Hawke Tower boardroom. But as he glanced toward the corner where Thomas lay sleeping—tucked into a "Logic-Blind" nest of wool blankets—the "Dominating" hardness in his "Piercing Blue Eyes" flickered with a "Raw Vulnerability" that no "Master-Ledger" could ever quantify.

(Major Serena) “Yeah..it’s .. “.(Green Mohawk Mercenary) Her smiles made the Mercenary guards fell for a moment.But as he relief that the Major were about to let him go, instead he was stuck right across the jaw with the handle of the Desert Eagle, knocking him out cold.

The Ambush As Elena and Aleksandr worked to disable the drones, a sudden noise behind them made them freeze. “Well, well,” a familiar voice drawled. They turned to see Hawthorne himself, flanked by heavily armed mercenaries. His calm demeanor and smug expression sent a chill down Elena’s spine. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” Hawthorne said, his eyes scanning the drones. “But you’re also predictable. Did you really think I wouldn’t anticipate your next move?” Elena raised her weapon, her aim steady. “It’s over, Hawthorne.” He chuckled, unperturbed. “No, Elena. It’s just beginning.”

I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, smearing more blood across my skin. “Get him out of my sight,” I said. Two men dragged the broken body away, leaving a trail behind them. That was when the side door opened and light spilled in briefly. I frowned. Who the fuck was that? Hawk wore a loud Hawaiian shirt, green and yellow splashed across it, unbuttoned enough to show a gold chain resting against his chest. On his feet were spotless white boots… that annoyed me more than anything. He was even putting on sunglasses despite being in the room. His hair was slicked back into a confident Brazilian… I quickly averted my gaze.

Ares hissed with a smug smile. "Bastard! I'll kill you, Res!" Grey yelled, trying to get up. The urge to kill surged within Grey upon hearing how Ares seemed to demean Keyara. The wounds and pain that still remained resurfaced. Grey fell flat on his face but quickly rose, supporting himself with both arms. However, Ares was quicker, stepping on Grey's back, causing him to tumble again.

Then, blood flowed out. If the fork deviated a little just now, he would have lost his life. “What?” Lucius turned back and looked at Thomas. He saw that Thomas’ table had one less fork, which meant that the fork earlier had been thrown by Thomas. But, the speed, precision, and strength were too terrifying, right? Could a human being be able to achieve this? This was totally a martial art shown by an outstanding fighter in the superhero novels. Hawkeye also shot arrows at his target, right?