Hunted Ninjago の小説・ストーリー

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

I shouted and we got on our horses and began to follow them. We still spotted two of these ninjas chasing after a man, the man was also running with his horse. The man was the bartender that served us out drink. "Look, they are chasing after the bartender!" Lydia shouted. "They are two and we are three, we would over power them. Lydia, Tilda take down the ninjas. I would capture the bartender for questioning," I instructed. Immediately Lydia and Tilda caught up with the ninja and they engaged in a grueling battle.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

I started twirling the spoon-like instrument in my hand. "..I know every single one of Jax special spies and I know there's only one who had ever been captured and it was by rogue hunters. I heard he was tortured for fifty days and when he gave off no information they left him to die in the river. The rogue hunters use a particular kind of knife. More like a Kunai, those Japanese knives." I said before staring down at the man's torso.

The hunter tightened his grip around me and pressed the knife closer, sliting a little part of my skin. "Aargghh!!!" I cried out. "I beg you please don't," Nico pleaded. "She only gets hurt if you don't surrender yourself and your pack to me," he demanded. "No!!" I exclaimed, struggling within his grip. "Just let her go, I would do whatever you say." Nico pleaded. Nico matched forward with his hands up in the air. The hunter held the dagger still very close to my throat. A strangled cry escaped my lips as the hunter's head was abruptly twisted from behind, sending his lifeless body crashing to the ground. I turned, my body still shaking in shock as I saw Thomas, Lola and Richard.

They’re all slowly exhausted from the shooting farce, it’s starting to attract the crowds. “We need to hide, what if someone watches all our movements?” Nene spoke to her bodyguard. “This is getting nowhere Jung Kook, finish them off”. Hearing Nene’s order, he’s become motivated and puts on a serious expression for his opponent to see. The man didn’t cower, he shot at the tires flawlessly when the order from Nene’s ensued. The pursuer fell from his motorcycle, sadly enough his fate wasn’t that kind enough for him to let him survive.

Every time a horrifying voice was made she would hug Ansh tightly. “It’s so scary.” Chandrika said while wrapping her hands around Ansh’s arms. Shama breathed deeply making herself calm down but her hand was itching heavily. She wanted to beat the shit out of that girl named Chandrika and Ansh. Ansh was giving no reaction to her. Shama angrily swung her legs towards one of the prop tiger. The head of the tiger broke and came swinging towards Ansh and Chandrika. “Ouch, what the…” Ansh stopped saying anything as his eyes fell on a shining thing in the mouth of the prop tiger. He bent down and picked it up.

We managed to pull some strings and get ahold of the street light cameras too. "Whoever the intruder was, they were very keen to hide their face. None of these cameras captured him. He kept the hoodie on and he angled his face away from the camera, not even the shadow of the street light caught a percentage of his face. He’s almost a professional at being a ghost.’’ my mother-in-law and I stared at each other, then back at the screen in front of us. "Shouldn’t we go to the police with this evidence?’’

Then I put on some pjs and sat on my bed, waiting. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on my door. “Come in” “I heard you come in” Lincoln, my thirteen-year-old brother said. From his tone of voice, I knew that wasn’t at all everything he’d heard. I sighed. “So you know?” “What exactly? That you joined the hunt even though you promised me you wouldn’t or that you got hurt?” He gestured to the bloody bandages in the trash beside my table. I sighed and patted the bed beside me. He got the message and came to sit beside me.

Grant motions for us to enter, and we follow them into the gym. Brady is holding Jagger, and Colton is holding Hunter. They’re clearly struggling; I can see the veins in Brady’s arm popping out, and Colton is sweating, trying to hold on to Hunter. Hunter breaks free suddenly, taking advantage of Colton’s slippery grip. “Brady! Duck!” Colton yells as Hunter aims for Jagger. Thankfully Brady dodges the punch, but he lets go of Jagger as a result.