Inumaki Loses His Arm Novels & Stories

“What’s yours?” “I’m the temporary alpha of the streak here,” he said slowly after the barista left. “We were at war with another streak in the area. I was actually imprisoned and tortured by them for months. After I finally escaped, I learned that most of the streak that abducted me had been destroyed. We’re currently in the process of determining if we’ve completely wiped them out.” Her gaze drifted to his missing arm, and then quickly flicked to his face as she caught herself. “Yes, that’s how I lost the arm. And where I got most of the scars on my body.”

She saw Johnson, limping through the jungle, a gunshot wound slowing him down. “Johnson! Run, go on, escape! It’s now or never!” Ken’s voice rang out in Alice’s mind. He was urging Johnson forward, but Johnson could barely move. Before Alice could warn him, the vision intensified. Ichiro raised his rifle, taking aim at the fleeing man. The shot rang out, hitting Johnson square in the chest. He fell to the ground, blood seeping into the dirt as he struggled to breathe.

I will fight with every single power in me. As the man howled in pain, I scrambled from the floor and headed for the door. Right now, the door seemed far and Bomba recovered quickly enough to chase me. Holding my arm, he throws me across the room and I slam myself on the door. Tears hit the back of my eyes, as I fall to the ground. I feel pain, it makes me cry so much. "My arm, it is broken," I wait as my limb right-hand falls out in a broken way.

"Give me your arm." Hearing him order this, I knew I had no choice but to do it. In a move that takes me longer than he likes, I place my open palm on his and, in a swift move, he turns it and slashes my arm where the chip has been implanted. I screamed as he took it out quickly using the knife, chucking the bloody knife with chip still stuck on the tip sloppily on the wheeling table. I pulled my hand back and attempted to stop the bleeding by applying pressure with my other hand.

Despite the pain of losing his arm, he remained conscious, being a level eight fighter. Ronnie had no answer to Mervin's question and was equally perplexed. "You... stop right there! Or I'll have Richie breach Dragoria's borders! The Bruins will paint those dozens of cities red!" Ronnie shouted defiantly. The monster hesitated briefly, then swiped its paw again, its scythe-like claws leaving a deep gash across Ronnie's chest. Before Ronnie could react, he felt his own arm severed as well.

Rayman lost because he had underestimated his opponent. “Boss, we will break this bastard’s legs and arms! He won’t be able to stand anymore!” The two bodyguards called out to Niko and asked him for permission to beat up Kaze. When Niko heard his bodyguards, he too believed Kaze must have ambushed Rayman, hence the surprising victory. He stared at Kaze coldly and viciously as he nodded. “Go ahead! Break him!” “You heard our boss, Arcadian monkey! You are already a dead man!”

Kiran suddenly flicked his right index finger, sending a drop of blood toward Shimada. Shimada tried to dodge, but he was a step too late, and the drop of blood landed on his right arm, making a sizzling sound as it was burning through him. Ah… Shimada let out a painful cry. He quickly retreated, covering up the hole in his arm. His eyes were glowing blue as he looked at Kiran in fear and anger. Kiran looked at his wound in surprise as it miraculously started to heal itself. “Is it a monster?”

I could not believe he brought her over when he supposedly came to apologize to me. The fight got difficult quickly, as Alpha Lone wolves showed up. Their leader was strong and wiped through most of our pack easily. The next second, he locked eyes with me and dashed over. Instinct told me I could not fight him. Dread filled me as I realized I would definitely die. I unconsciously looked to Mason and found he was dashing towards me. Before I could feel relieved, I heard someone scream.

*Puchi* The eyes of the assassin underneath the cloak were filled with confusion and indignance as he realized the outcome of the clash. For Mane’s entire arm was deeply lodged in his chest, and had gone all the way through, even to the point of escaping the confines of the armour and revealing itself through his back as well. Without any hesitation Mane pulled his arm out, the crushed heart of his enemy slipping out with it. Tunde frowned upon seeing this, for the corpse of his companion decayed rapidly like a corpse that had been rotting for several years. “Avoid his attacks,” he ordered.

He fraudulently mimicked Mahiriko. Looks like Mahiriko won the bet, but luckiness is always chased by inconvenience. He won't have the trophy of winning. Because Baxter's about to give him what he sold for his soul. Mahiriko turns his head in confusion and he's welcomed by the swing of Baxter's wrench. The guy fell unconsciously on the ground with his nose bleeding and broken. Baxter once again slam the wrench to Mahiriko's face and again and for the third time until his skull is almost shattered in pieces.