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A stream of green metal shards spiraled from the ceiling constructing a large mantis like monolith coated with silver and teal colored steel. ‘Your freakin kidding me,” Adrian said. The colossal robotic mantis roared to the sky, extending its pincers to the sides of the cavern. “I really hate Reapers, " Lisa said.

River Black Cinder had changed his attire (right in front of her, because of course) into something more suitable. He wore tight, oiled, red leather armor and pulled his long, crimson hair into a high tail. He looked even more handsome this way, definitely more masculine and intimidating. Likely noticing her appreciative looks, he winked at her, instantly infuriating her. It wasn’t a crime to look! It didn’t -mean- anything. She couldn’t help that she had eyes, and he was easy on them.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

The air was frigid, synthetic, and smelled faintly of ozone, crystallized lead, and ancient, dead dust. Dominic walked at the vanguard, his broad, muscular frame casting a massive silhouette against the dim, crimson light of the conduits. He wore his heavy void-plate armor, the meteor-steel pauldrons gleaming darkly under the alien glow. His dark runic tattoos pulsed along his bare neck and arms with liquid black solar plasma, ready to detonate at a moment’s notice.

After Drake's mumbling, the light immediately wrapped itself around Dylan's body and pinned him to the ground. Dylan's knees, which had previously been obedient to his commands, are now slamming into the ground. Because of the red light, his body was contorted and compressed. The power of the red light was certainly too much for the silver armor to withstand; as a result, it was crushed piece by piece, which was visible to the naked eye. The amount of fresh blood that gushed from Dylan's mouth was significantly greater than the amount that came out the last time. His eyes were also bleeding red, and the blood that was stinging Miren's skin was running down his body, turning into a pain that

Leyland speaks up, “We all have one, and we have all done things we are not proud of, me and the quarry boys will fight alongside you.” I was going in with or without them, but their confirmation was all I needed to give me that extra determination. “Radio Dynamite Al,” I tell Jamerson. “Times up for Crimson Moon.” I wasn’t doing anything by the books now. I wouldn’t even give them a chance. Alpha Crane and his warriors were about to find out why the Renegades were so feared. Why we got results, and why we followed our own rules. Jamerson radios Dynamite Al, telling him to wait for the signal.

The rustling of the bushes and leaves behind him, alerted him to the presence of a predator stalking his nerves, he struggled to turn, to look up, to move, the realization that he was too weak, gnawed against his eyes, the desperation he felt caused his eyes to glow with remnants of his power as he glared fiercely and bid his time. He didn’t need to wait long, as several people surrounded him quickly; they fanned out in each cardinal direction,they all paused and turned as a man with a glittering green eyes and a scar from left eye to his chin, gnarly in shape and red, seemingly pulsating, strolled into the clearing. He doesn't have to wait long. They reach him quickly and he is soon surrou

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

CRIMSON I looked around but Mr. Adamos was no longer there. Hey… where is he? Why does he instantly disappear? Weird, right? I was still thinking where he goes as I felt the shiver in my spine with the thought that the handsome bi-eyed creature is not a human at all. I am right.

Up close, they were even more terrifying—armor made from my ancestors' bones, powered by their preserved blood, piloted by volunteers who'd given up their humanity for strength. "Hello, cousin," the first titan said, its voice eerily familiar. "Or should I say, last of our line?" I recognized him then, beneath the armor and augmentation—Director Frost's son, someone I'd seen in old academy photos. "Ethan Frost?" "Was. Now I'm something better. Something you could be, if you joined us." He gestured to the battle. "This is pointless. The Council has resources you can't imagine. Submit, and become what you were meant to be."