Novel & Cerita Marco Vs Kizaru

It was as if we had been waiting for this exact moment, as if something in us had always known we'd end up shoulder to shoulder, cutting down the same enemies with the same recklessness. And it was fucking awesome. Marco swung a knife at Adrian, the blade flashing under the weak light, but Adrian blocked it with the butt of the shotgun and slammed him back against the wall with a grunt that sounded like half pain and half rage. I was already moving toward him, my katana slashing wildly like I was Kamado Tanjiro and I caught Marco's ear as he tried to duck away, the blade slicing clean through before I even realized what had happened. His howl was like a furious animal, like the sound of a ma

It was the sound of a man who had already envisioned the exact way he was going to end his kin. "History is written by the survivors," Marco countered. He looked toward the pillar where I was hidden. "And you, Zara... you were supposed to be the prize. But it turns out, you’re just the fuse. The Lucchesis don't want a bridge. They want a funeral." Marco raised a small, black remote detonator. "Luciano, the floor!" Vane screamed, lunging for Marco’s legs with the last of his strength. The world turned into fire and thunder.

Her blood felt like a drug— made him high and powerful. She couldn't be compelled. She piqued his curiosity and he began to wonder what else she could do. Could she heal fast too? He had to confirm. He pulled at the collar of her shirt with a free hand, a button popping out at the force which he'd used. Her eyes widened in panic, "what are you do—" A low growl rumbled through Marcellus' chest when he spotted his bite mark. It had healed, but it left a pretty dark-brown scar that blended well with her skin. So she couldn't heal,

The man’s jaw tightened, he looked like he was holding himself back from punching me. I met his gaze head-on, my eyes sending a message. ‘I dare you.’ Marco’s gaze dropped to his hands. “You have my cousin’s son.” I leaned back in my chair, regarding him slowly. Marco Amato was a large man in his fifties, almost larger than me, but I was younger and stronger. “What business do I have with your cousin’s son?” I feigned ignorance.

All of them held their limbs as they howled in pain. These members of the Riverville Warrior League were nothing to Sebastian. He could take them out with a snap of his finger. From his throne, Marco looked at Sebastian, who was defeating his men easily. He slammed on the armrest and yelled, "I shall face you personally!" In a flash, he rushed forward. Using the Black Tiger technique, he struck Sebastian from the back, aiming for his heart. Sebastian turned back and threw a punch without even looking. The enormous force caused Marco to stumble backward.

“We’re not done talking about this. ”She tilted her chin, defiant. “Good. I’d hate to bore you.” He escorted her off the floor, his hand lingering on her waist, a silent claim. Marsh approached, his face grim. “Got a name on the scarred guy. Marco Santoro. Neutral fixer, plays both sides. And he’s meeting someone tonight. ”Kai’s gaze flicked to Gianna, suspicion flaring. “Stay close,” he said, his tone a command.She smiled, sharp and sweet. “Always, husband.”

If Riz was a graceful poised swan, she was a clumsy lumbering bull. Zutara puffed out a breath marching towards the cottage to sleep till the chickens came home to roost when she collided with an overly cheerful Sikorra. "Ah, fine morning dear girl'' he said clutching her arm in his deceptively firm grip and grinning so disgustingly bright she wanted to punch the wall. "Up to some sparring?'' he asked releasing her arm only to toss her a crudely made wooden sword, Riz scoffed peeking at her bright red painted nails.

No one actually sees him move and when they do, it shocked everyone that he just disappear in the blink of their eye. Marco wasn't as tall as Jakub but he was able to wrap his hand around Jakub's neck from his back. His eyes glowed, fashes with upcoming anger that no one had seen before. "Plans change. I'm taking him one way or another. I'll let these creatures entertain you. If you need me, you know where to find me." Marco’s eyes glowed and all the creatures around them attack without any warnings. Causing Armand and Vadim quickly jumps from their chair and fought all the creatures that begins to rip their way towards them.

He outstretches one of his arms and drags his claw across the wall, embedding deep claw marks into the cement as an uncomfortable scratching noise emits from this motion. But he doesn’t give them a chance to make the first move, Marco launches himself at Dorian, and the hybrid has to shift forms mid attack. There’s a confidence in Marco’s movements that I realize is from him understanding the best way to fight Dorian. Dorian relies heavily on black magic. But up close, he is physically weaker than Marco, and couldn’t keep up with Marco’s strength and raw power. Dark red blood taints Dorian’s pure white fur as Marco litters his body in claw marks, before battering him into the ground.

“I’m bored. There’s nothing more to do here except place bets on some brats and hope that we choose the right kid to pledge loyalty to. I’m just curious what the afro saw in you.” For a moment, Zen saw a flicker in those eyes. Marco was definitely a lion beneath that laziness. He felt the pressure and swallowed hard. Even if Yelena and Bolt were smart and strong, Marco was a beast. There was no doubt that this man sometimes killed for fun. In some ways, he was similar to Johan. “Will you pledge to me if I told you?”