Half Face Blades Cardiac Spike Novels & Stories

I ordered sharply, receiving scissor to tear open the man’s shirt, and I bit down on my lips. There was a small swell on his chest. I hold it isn’t what I am thinking, he prepared the machine for me, and I moved the probe over his chest, my eyes fixed on the screen as I checked. “Massive cardiac tamponade,” I announced out loud. “We prepare for surgery.” “What do you think you are doing?” I heard a sharp question from behind me, and I turned in the direction of the voice almost immediately. “Ma’am, you are not allowed to be here.” Patrick came in between the red hair middle aged woman and me. “This is a sterile area, please leave for the reception.”

It's my turn to chuckle darkly as I watch his face contort weirdly. His mouth is twisted to one side, same as his body. I watch as he struggles to speak but isn't able to. I lean close to him, getting into his personal space. "Let me know when you're ready to talk." I begin to walk away but stop. "Oh, I forgot, you can't. You know why, 'cause my knife is still stuck in your back - your spinal cord, to be precise. You're having a partial stroke. If I leave that knife in there for more than a minute, it'll become permanent. If you don't want that and you're ready to talk, twitch your eye."

Dense Ice Spikes tore through the void and shot toward No Face. No Face was full of disdain. A small star in the distance trembled and flew over. Boom! All the Ice Spikes were smashed by the star. Yan Wushuang's bones and tendons were also broken. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew out. His viscera were almost smashed into pieces. Boom! Colorful ripples swept out like a tide. No Face raised his hand and punched out in the air. His Internal Breath surged and swept toward Jiu You like raging waves.

Starkridge coughed blood and wiped the blood off his chin with his tail. “You're not going to make it out alive!” ” he exclaimed. He pushed forward for another strike as quickly as he could. He was stopped in his tracks when he was hit by a wave of pain. His eyesight went completely black, and he couldn't see anything, including his wildly flying arms. Inside his chest, where the blade was still embedded, a piercing ache resonated. He was aware that yanking it out may injure some blood vessels, leading him to bleed more quickly than he desired. He had no idea that leaving the blade in the wound was the source of his pain in the first place.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

**CRITICAL ALERT: Player #17 — Heart Rate Max Exceeded (194 BPM)** **Adrenaline Surge: +410%** **Kinematic Failure Risk: IMMINENT** "Terry..." Eve whispered, her hands flying to her mouth, her dark eyes wide with sheer terror as she watched the biometric graph spike straight up into the danger zone. His heart wasn't just working overtime; it was hammering at a velocity that defied safe physiological limits, fueled entirely by an overwhelming, surging torrent of raw, unadulterated fury. Down on the ice, the whistle finally blew, killing the play. The linesmen rushed in, skating hard between the opposing players to prevent a full-scale line brawl. But they were too late to stop what was happen

Zap-flash-crackle! The blue temporal fields inside the drone’s weapon pods inverted catastrophically. The automated stabilization programming inside its corporate matrix couldn't handle the raw, unrefined voltage spike. The crimson eye flickered wildly from red to amber, its internal cooling fans shrieking before the entire unit flipped upside down, its propellers clipping the rock face before spinning down into the absolute white silence of the valley below.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

The water around us formally against pressure waves. Each shot torn one of the creepers into pieces, but it were too many. One of the Aale broke through Kael's defensive line and shot right on my face too. I instinctively ripped up the Vibro cutter. The Ungetüm rammed into the high frequency Blade and was slit in length. Cooking hot blood splashed against my sight. “The gears are free!” I cried and hastily wiped the blood from the glass. ‘But the Coupling lever has broken off! I need something solid to contact

I press my back against the Faraday wall and breathe until the spinning slows, until the cold sweat on my neck stops feeling like the precursor to a blackout. Three. Two. One. I check the tablet. The thermal map is gone, replaced by a SENSOR ERROR: VOLTAGE SPIKE notification. The GPS dot pulses on, steady and obedient blue. The camera is dead. The leash is still intact. A blind spot, carved out by hand, paid for in marrow. Ninety seconds left. I pull the Phantom Blade from my hair. In the Faraday cage’s dim light the titanium needle catches nothing. It is too flat, too practiced at being invisible, a thing that has survived ten years because it refuses to shine. This is the only piece of the