Hold-out Blaster 소설 & 이야기

"JumpStart, quick! You see that giant blaster on the right arm. You need to disable it before it can charge again!" "On it," I say with a nod of my head. Doing the same as SpeedBlade, I run toward Silent as he keeps on smoking and spinning. Waiting for the right moment, I jump and land on the right arm. Raising my stun baton, I stab the weird-looking blaster and turn it on. Electricity pours out and the blaster starts to shake and lights up. It doesn't take long before the blaster itself starts to smoke as well. Taking my baton back, I jump off and land on my feet. Looking back, I see the blaster breaks right off.

“That’s why I gave it up. But I owed a friend.” “Really? Lucky friend,” Blair said. “Not really. He’s dead tryin’ to keep these bastards alive. Two of ’em I don’t even like,” Hoot responded. “Shit, Hoot. I’m sorry. Good luck to you.” Blair, a man about Hoot’s age who still had a few curls of flaming red hair, stuck his head out the door. “Oh, and there’s a bomb under your Escalade. Sorry. Didn’t know it was you.”

S) "…SREEEEEEE!!!!..". Using a pebble that I picked up from the ground as a projectile, with a full power I throw it on The Eye of Beholder 20 meter on my right, the sheer power of my throws penetrate it's entire eye and comes out from its back instantly killing it.

Blaze interrupted, without waiting for her response, he went to her staying behind her back. "Why....." She blink as he held her hands which was holding the pistol, helping her aim at the target. "Now pull it!" He whispered to her ears and she gulped. She pulled the trigger and it went directly to the carved being skull without mistakes. "See!" He mumbled and moved away from her. "Thank!" She mouthed and aimed at it herself again. "Straighten your legs, relax your arm and target that skull. Imagine you're attacking an opponent and you'll get it!" Blaze urged and she followed.

I have twelve days before I find out whether I’m going to be a mother or not. Holden springs to his feet, his heart pounding, as the blinds to the windows swiftly descend, engulfing the cabin in a vivid crimson glow. He storms back into the kitchen, forcefully slamming the bottle onto the bench top. Without trepidation, he swiftly drops to his knees, momentarily vanishing from view. In a matter of seconds, he resurfaces, brandishing a formidable shotgun in his grip. The loud drumming of my heart fills my ear canals, and I stand up from the sofa, looking at Holden.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

They looked like they are really having fun, so I took photos and even some videos of then while they were playing to capture that. Beside the basketball game is the claw machine, which I busied myself with while the two are still on their little deal. I am not really fond of stuffed toys, but I spotted this really cute white little stuffed cat. It reminded me of Lucas. I played the game trying to win it so I could give it to him, as a thank you gift for fetching and bringing us home as well as paying for lunch. I was playing it for a few minutes already and I still have not succeeded. The two are also finished. Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of

I realized this was just another prank of his. My strength drained away. The pain was so bad I couldn't even question him. That was Colin, a prank lover. Ever since I confessed my feelings ten years ago, I'd been dragged into his games. The first time, he tested my sincerity, making me search for his lost watch in a snowstorm. Succeeding, I'd earn a chance to pursue him. Unfortunately, I never found it, only ending up hospitalized with frostbite. He visited and flashed the watch on his wrist, saying I passed the test. I could never forget that smirk on his face.

Kevin raised a strange pistol, not a flare gun, but something emitting a pulsing red light. "And this," Kevin sneered, "is the 'Protein Blaster.' It’ll turn you into a protein shake for the starving zombies!" "Damn you, Kevin!" Lia growled, ready to lunge. "Hold it, Lia!" Riska held her back. "He’s got a Level 3 Synthetic Buff! And that gun… it’s dangerous!" Bima stared at Kevin, then at the carbohydrate-destroying device, and finally at the protein blaster in Kevin's hand.

was getting annoyed when she spoke, "Where is the truck?" "Why do you think I would give you the 10cartons of ammo without getting anything in return?" Blair asked with a twisted lip when Blaze replied, "One night pleasure is enough for you?" Her face was now clouded with anger, hearing this. How dare an ordinary girl talked to her like this? "Or two, maybe?" Blaze narrowed her brows then continued, "Okay, ten, it is." "Ten cartons for ten nights. Okay?" Blaze smiled when Blair clenched her jaw in anger as she strode towards her and punched her hard in the face.