Romans & histoires Iron Hands Vs Iron Warriors

The iridescent patterns in his eyes were fixed on the far end of the hall, where a set of massive, iron doors stood guarded by two figures that made my blood run cold. ​They were the Iron Sentinels. They stood nearly ten feet tall, their bodies composed of interlocking plates of hollow iron that seemed to float in mid-air, held together by nothing but the blue, electrical fire of their own resonance. They had no faces, only a single, glowing horizontal slit where eyes should be. In their hands, they held great, curved blades made of the same blackened metal as the ceiling. They didn’t move as we approached, but the air around them hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache. ​“They are t

If they got warriors from the team, it would have meant a lot of damage had been done. “They were guards, my Lord.” G… Guards? Guards? Could this bastard be kidding me? I sent five warriors to their deaths, only for them to end up killing some measly guards? Could his warriors be so much different from mine? Shit! How else could I force his hands if the people who ended up dying were just at the bottom of the food chain? “Pick up this trash and get out of my presence.” The warrior picked up the garbage and made sure not to spill a drop of blood on my carpet. I made this from the skin of the Iron Fangs Warriors we slew recently. I wish Horres could know about this.

Day after day, investors were pulling out and shares were dropping in value all because of the one mistake I’d made. I told myself that marrying Christopher was just a little price to pay to get things back in order. For my father, it was a simple business arrangement that would then pull in resources from the Hansons and help stabilize his company. I wondered what the Hansons stood to gain from the union. It was the only unanswered question I had regarding this and Dad was tight-lipped about it all. It wasn’t like we had anything they could benefit from, right? Our family was sinking into the abyss so this looked like a major favour. A really big one, even for the dad who rarely took favors

But he would rather bite off his own tongue than admit she was better. “Your warriors fight like children.” Iris teased as she blocked the warrior’s attack with her sword easily before she swung her feet low, knocking him off balance but he managed to correct his position and keep a distance from her. She smirked when the warrior frowned and came at her in anger. “They are probably a better match for the witch of this forest and not for me.”

"You lowly person, I, Iron Lion, have long since spoken. Don't let me see you again! You're asking for it!" Iron Lion's hands were like gold and jade. He drew out two huge golden and jade handprints with both hands and struck down at a high speed towards Zephyr Khan. In an instant, the golden jade-colored handprint, which seemed to carry some kind of spirituality, directly evolved into an enormous shape and hung down.

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.

One couldn’t even find any corpses without missing any body parts. It was simply too terrifying and brutal. When Harvey looked at this, he sighed. He had also survived on the fields of battle and knew that modern firearms were extremely terrifying on the battlefield. However, weapons from Grand City that had merged with the power of Martial Arts and modern firearms were even more terrifying. A True Warrior might not have to take one or two attacks from a weapon like the Warsong seriously. But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives.

“We’ll figure that out later. Roman opens the door to the conference room and we go in The five warriors are standing at attention and I take a moment to profile them. Four males and one female. They’re all clad in the deep ash vest and dark pants reserved for warriors of the Ironclaw pack. They all look clean, hair trim, iron ash eyes rigid with a hard light. Roman glances at me because he’s unsure. He doesn’t know if they’re still under whatever it was that happened a minute ago or if they're free now. His uncertainty flows through the mate bond and I feel for whatever I might have let out before to make them obey so suddenly. I look for that golden energy, but nothing comes up so I do the

Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges. Six of them broke through the brush, their heavy claws tearing through the snow drifts. Behind them, three Southern warriors walked on foot, their long iron pikes held low, their faces hidden behind dark steel visors. "Traditionalists!" Silas yelled, drawing his heavy iron blade from his belt. "Form a circle! Do not let them get behind the line!" The ten remaining Iron Claw warriors rallied, their weapons clearing their scabbards with a harsh ring. Rona grabbed her spear, her Pale Fang scouts dropping into low, defensive stances.

Because of their heavy weight, we're better than them in terms of speed and agility. Even though they're not affected by Silver, iron is another story entirely. It can burn and easily penetrate their skin. The hotter the iron, the more damage it will do to them. And you're going to love this..." He says, rubbing his hands gleefully. It's obvious he deliberately saves that part for the last "Love what? Can't you just continue without being dramatic? Stop wasting time!" Henrik says a little impatiently