Hot Shot From Transformers の小説・ストーリー

Smoking and shaking as he pushes himself up, I see the other rockets still chasing after him. Thinking fast, thinking without thinking, concerned with only the safety of SpeedBlade, I shoot out my hand and focus my power. Using my power, I summon a red barrier that appears around SpeedBlade. It protects him from all the rockets. As the rockets hit the barrier, I can feel the impact of every single one of them. With every hit, I feel my power fading. Until it happens. Exhausted, I fall onto the street. Ms. Justice: "QuickShot," I scream, seeing QuickShot as she falls flat against the street. "Oh no. She used her power to shield SpeedBlade. She's out of energy."

*Swhoosh! Zamonte was struck by a flaming arrow, its searing heat piercing his shoulder. The unexpected attack threw him off balance, momentarily halting his pursuit. The sound of another arrow slicing through the air reached Zamonte's ears, and he swiftly turned to see two more projectiles hurtling towards him. Reacting on instinct, he veered away to avoid their deadly trajectory. But... *boom!* As the Drive Ammo collided with the freshly crimsoned sand beneath their feet, a deafening explosion erupted, violently propelling Zamonte away from Shaitan. Despite just receiving takedown ammo, Ifrit remained standing, defiant, as the swirling red sand enclosed him.

“Fire!” Kael grumbled. The deep grief of the kinetic rifles immediately overtoned the czech of the hostile Plasma weapons. The repulsion drove me a sharp pain into my shoulder, but I thought it was merciless. The plan worked perfectly. The blue energy shields of the rushing hounds flickered up uselessly as our heavy tungsten projectiles met them. My modified cartridges tore the Shields in a bright sparkling rain and slew the exoskeleton behind it effortless. The first wave of attackers literally collapsed in the air, yet

Which really frustrated all of us as none of us were able to understand what was exactly going on there because they were shirtless and but still none of the weapons were working on them and out of frustration I ended up snatching the weapon of one of them and soon started shooting them with the same weapon because of which they started turning into ashes as they started combusting on the spot which was also amazing

I got out of the car and went to her, extending my hand to help her up. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice deep and trembling with concern. She nodded, but the pale face and wide eyes revealed her state of shock. I held her firmly and hurried her back to the car, eager to get her away from that place. Once we were in the car, Cassandra looked at me, terrified, and whispered, almost breathless, “Is that creature... dead?” I glanced at the shapeshifter’s body on the ground and shook my head. “No. The bullets will keep it down for a while, but that’s just temporary. The metal from the bullets is toxic to them; it takes them out for a few hours, but it’s not enough to kill.”

When she turns around, she's holding a long, smooth, black toy, with a curve that promises exquisite torture. —Do you know that? she whispers, turning it on. A low hum filled the room, vibrating against my bones. -No ? So let me show you. The first contact is an electric shock. She presses the tip of the toy against my shoulder, and I arch my back despite myself, a muffled cry escaping my throat. -Too much ? she whispers, but she knows full well that it’s not. It descends slowly, tracing a path of fire along my arm, my side, lingering on the curve of my hip before brushing, just brushing, the inside of my thigh.

The sound froze everyone there… including the three men behind me. They immediately stopped and fear quickly appeared on their faces. The kind I’d seen before. The kind I’d seen in that alley… and if I wasn’t mistaken, I recognized that growl. Riven. A dark figure suddenly appeared at the far end of the street. The next few seconds happened so quickly I could barely process them. Everything moved so fast, it seemed like a blur. I stumbled backward, my entire body trembling. The next moment, the dark figure was standing between me and the men following… or more accurately, their remains.

She slung the shotgun, pulled a compact charge from her vest, struck the fuse, and stepped forward. “On the open,” she said. Gallus tracked it. The fuse hissed. Brooke passed the charge to Gabe. Gabe drew back— A tentacle whipped through the space and knocked it away. The charge carved a bright arc through rain— —and slid beneath the nose of a white Hyundai Getz parked where it absolutely should not have been. Scott clocked it. Flat tone. “Of course.” The Getz exploded. A tight orange concussion punched out a row of failing lights and hurled number-plate fragments across wet stone. Heat washed the forecourt. Debris skittered and died in puddles.

he shouted at Hayley's armored vehicle, which was now surrounded by the horde. That was what they got for leaving him behind. "Serves them right!" someone yelled beside him, eyes gleaming with hatred. "They left us! Let them die!" The others echoed him, their fear twisting into cruel excitement. If they couldn't survive, no one else would either. But just as they were waiting for the zombies to rip the truck apart, a thunderous boom shook the air. A cannon rose from the roof of the armored vehicle. Roar! A jet of fire exploded from the barrel, sweeping over the top of the truck and incinerating every zombie clinging to it. The ones that tried to climb up again were met with rows of sharp spi

He stared into the dead, optical-sensor eyes of the soldier. I am weak, the thought pierced him. I am just meat. But the Viper was not just magic. The Viper was dirty. Tristan dropped to one knee, surrendering his balance. The Husk stumbled forward. Tristan drove his knee into the Husk’s groin. It was metal plating. It hurt Tristan more than the Husk. "Dammit!" Tristan yelped. But the moment of distraction was enough. FLASH. A beam of concentrated heat pierced the Husk’s chest plate. Saoirse stood there, her finger smoking like a gun barrel.