Injured Anime Characters Novels & Stories

Akira who hugged An's body quickly turned into a bat and took An's body away. While in the high trees there was a terrible sound, thousands of bats had come here and attacked the man who had injured An. Prince Kim was surprised to see this incident, he did not expect that anyone would interfere in their battle. Prince Kim got up, and put his sword into the scabbard. He had injuries to his body, but he really objected to the outcome of this battle.

Marcus held onto Anabel, he was afraid she was going to collapse on him, and he wasn’t ready for her to die. “There’s a tent there if the girl needs to rest.” A man stopped near them. “Walk that way, I need to go and make sure the fire is out, maybe you can come and help after you get her there?” “Sure.” Marcus said half smiling. People all around Anabel whined in pain, most of them were going to die of their injuries but the ones that weren’t, they were holding out hope that they would live on, and recover without much effort. Anabel had a wound to her arm from when Victor last attacked, she couldn’t heal it, and there wasn’t anyone smart enough to help fix it. She wrapped it with some clot

He only felt as if his right fist was crushed by a crushed machine, and his bones were almost broken. "How dare you hurt Xiaoye? You're courting death!" Miyamoto Inuichiro rushed over. Yang Xiao smiled coldly and kicked on a bench opposite her. The bench exploded like an arrow off a bow and hit Shinichi Miyamoto hard on the knee. With a clang, Shinichi Miyamoto fell down in pain. The young man, Xiaoye, was shocked. "Miyamoto, this pig is a martial artist!" "Fuck!" Miyamoto Ichiro climbed up from the ground awkwardly.

Just as his feet left the floor of his mecha, something tackled him back so hard that his head hit against his mecha and instantly knocked him out cold. Aimi, who opened up the cockpit with more information than Tadashi, immediately glared at the assailant that LiLi told her about. He was now standing intimidatingly before Naoko's ejected seat. Aimi redeemed a pill that would temporarily boost her physical statistics. She crushed it as soon as it appeared in her mouth. However, she was similarly pinned down the instant she moved. Her head crashed against her mecha as well and she blacked out like Tadashi. As Naoko watched the fist of her assailant fly closer to her face, her spiritual energy

I still forced myself to fight. I had carved him badly in return. A deep gash ran across his back, another ugly mark stretched across his face that would never heal cleanly. He was limping now, his left rib shattered, his right leg barely holding him up. Yet he was still standing. Still laughing. Still refusing to die. He was not normal. No ordinary warrior would survive wounds like this. Something about him was wrong, enhanced or drugged, or something worse. I could feel it in my bones.