Guardian Of The Galaxy Dance Off の小説・ストーリー

"Dance with me is fine. You don't have to worry." Galvin hugged Sharmaine, they danced together.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. I didn’t think I’d be able to ever enjoy dancing but being here, with you? I don’t think I’d mind dancing till my feet bled if it was with you.” “Please don’t,” I told her, making her laugh. She buried her face into my chest to try not to disturb the other dancers and we swayed gently to the music. “I won’t. Will you tell me more about your childhood?” “There was a time during a wedding when Gael managed to bribe the DJ to hold a dance-off, and Gael knocked a tray of cupcakes onto him by messing up a backflip. Our father laughed so hard that he snorted wine.” “Oh, poor Gael.” Eleonore giggled.

He chuckled as he stepped back behind me. "My Guardians will show up around 7 to start their shifts. The dance starts at 8, and you aren't allowed to go anywhere without Dimitri and at least three other men." Abe said sternly, finally straightening back up. "All the Guardians will be dressed in black with a red rose boutonniere." "How original…" I grumbled. "They'll be there so you know who they are if you need one quickly," Abe explained. I nodded in agreeance, still not happy about the excessive guard.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

He shoved the man back in his chair, rough, the table rattling. “Sit down.” Another hand reached out from the side. Another guard stepped in. This time there was no warning. He slammed the man’s face against the table so hard the glasses shattered. The room shook with the sound. The others pulled back, startled, but their eyes never left me. I kept moving. I had to continue dancing. This was probably Ragnar's instruction, and it felt sweet to know he ordered his guards to watch out for me. "He wanted me to dance, but no touching. Interesting." I grinned widely.

ATHENA'S POV Xavier's hand entwined with mine, and without a word, he pulled me onto the dance floor, where the soft strains of a slow melody caressed the air. Dim lights cast a romantic glow, enveloping us in an intimate atmosphere that heightened the anticipation simmering between us. There were other couples who were already present on the dance floor, including Alpha Malcolm and his Mate. As we stepped into the dance, Xavier's grip subtly tightened, drawing our bodies into a seamless connection that resonated with the gentle rhythm. The world receded into the background, leaving only the two of us in a dance of shared breaths and unspoken promises.

Rebel POV. I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target. Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.

"My father needs backup—" "Your father has two dozen trained warriors responding. What he doesn't have is anyone else who can protect Khione if one of those wolves makes it past the first line of defense." She gestured at the monitors. "This room has one entrance. You're the last line. Act like it." She was right, but that didn't make watching any easier. On the monitor showing the foyer, the black wolf finally went down under the combined assault of four security wolves. He was still breathing but barely, his movements sluggish as they pinned him.

Mane exclaimed seeing that the drones could not only defend, but attack. “Dance of the Half-Moon Butterfly” Mane activated his technique quickly once the energy blasts were fired at him. His figure moved seamlessly between the blasts as though he was dancing. And though he came close to being struck a few times, he was never hit. But the walls and ground weren’t so lucky. *Bang* *Boom*

The two of us went on to complete the rest of the goddess dance without any further interruptions. We each took our final stances and the dance had come to an eventful end as the music died down. I was utterly breathless. ‘I hope I made my mother proud,’ I thought weakly to myself. I knew I changed up the dance toward the final half, but I couldn’t handle Cate’s ongoing antagonism anymore. The sound of the applause roared through the theater and before I knew it, Lorenzo was waiting for me backstage...Along with the Lycan Luna herself.