Heroína Kickass 소설 & 이야기

She just needed time to understand it. I gave her a thirty-foot lead before I started after her. My body moved between the obstacles of Cresthaven’s back alleys without disturbing a single thing. No kicked cans. No splashing through puddles. Just silent steps on the cracked pavement. My silver eyes stayed locked on the shape of her ahead in the dark—her dark brown hair swinging slightly, the way she kept one hand near her jacket pocket where she had stuffed the wallet back. She glanced over her shoulder twice. She knew I was there, or at least she felt something.

He shouldn't blame her. Asher looked at her for the first time. Really looked at her. Kimberly Blake was no longer a glossy photo, but a real breathing woman. Her long brown hair began to fly around her face as the helicopter started to descend. She tried to hold it back of her neck. One of the lights from the copter caught her full in the face.

Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face. People knew not to do that but his size had misled him and it would be his last mistake. Just as he got to me, I swiftly kicked his legs which sent him crashing to the hard floor with a loud thud. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd at this. He made to stand up but I delivered another hard kick to his rib cage, putting all of my anger into that single kick. I heard the sound of cracked bones and it was soothing. Just as I was about to repeat the motion, he held on to my leg and flipped me and I landed on the ground.

CHAPTER 262 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “HA! I won; I guess this proves I'm far superior to you in wits, Mary. The next time you call me dumb, I'm going to remind you of this moment again and again until you start seeing me in your dreams,” Herculia said, laughing proudly as she marched around the room with her shoulders held up high. “Wait, but that can't be possible. If Yuna Teragon is the Queen of Vedantya, how come she's not one of the most popular people on earth? How come we never heard of her before Lunaris mentioned her?” Mary asked.

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

She located a strong man and decided to sttack first. As soon as Eva reached the very first man who was muscular, he defended himself by trying to punch Ecva but Eva grabbed his arm and jumped higher kicking the man beside him and then jumping over the head of the man on his left. That man knocked out immediately. Looking at him fall, the other man came forward to fight.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

Her world brightens up at the Queen's world only for her reality to shatter after a few moments. "Come out come out Mace!!" She bloodthirsty and slightly crazy, Mace hid away from her, behind a column, he needed to regain his strength back. She laughs like the mad woman she is and she senses movement from behind a column, she drags him out and throws him on the floor, "you're so weak!! And defenseless!! Pathetic!!" She kicks him with insult she gives him, she was bleeding badly but she wanted to make sure she ended him first, "you'll be the scape goat, the power of a woman should never be underestimated!!" She lands another kick but to his crotch and he screams in pain.

The room fell silent except for the heavy breathing and the groans of the subdued attackers. Kira stood over the conscious gunman, the leader's body wasn't in good shape because she had used him to serve as her shield, placing her foot on his chest. "Who sent you?" she demanded. He coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You'll find out soon enough," he spat, defiance still in his eyes. She pressed harder, her expression a mask of fury. "Tell me!" He grinned, his teeth stained red. "Go to hell." Kira's face hardened, “I Am Hell.” and with that she lifted her foot, bringing it down with a final, brutal stomp on his face, knocking the man unconscious immediately. That was one powerful kick.