Romans & histoires Masked Warrior

After sending a silent warning to the two men behind him, who could not comprehend his actions, he padded in the direction of the room. However, the moment he got closer, a man in a mask attacked him, his sword swooshing barely an inch away from Eldrick's face. But the Lord had come prepared. He swiftly pulled out his dagger, leaning towards his left, avoiding the man's attack. Before the man could even comprehend what had happened, Eldrick pushed his dagger into the man's elbow. The man roared in pain but that did not stop him from his attacks.

“How about the idea of ​​looking for hell in the heart of this mankind guy?” “Sounds exciting,” someone replied. The eleven people armed with creese and kunjang charged at the same time, accompanied by a compact roar that sounded odd in the silence of the forest. Rio deflects several of them with fast, well-practiced movements. However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Rio's arm hurt from time to time.

They also had matte black circular ear protections and a type of high tech visor on the ears and eyes respectively. The sole survivor was falling back, drawing his silenced pistol while trying to put some distance between us and find Miyako at the same time. Dummy, tomahawks are designed for throwing. A bit of Amazons indignation was behind that toss. His visor was cut in two as my anger drove the blade 6 cm/2+ inches into his skull.

Pack warriors abandoned stealth in favor of overwhelming violence, their wolf natures emerging as they tore through Brotherhood defenses with claws and fangs and focused rage. I led the charge toward Tara's position, my rifle forgotten in favor of the more personal satisfaction of hand-to-hand combat. I moved through the warehouse like a force of nature, my injured shoulder forgotten as I cut through anyone who stood between me and the woman I loved. I found her pinned down behind an overturned table, three Brotherhood operatives advancing on her position with military precision. She was returning fire with borrowed weapons, but I could see that she was running low on ammunition and options.

Like the others, these warriors wore grotesque masks that covered their faces, making them anonymous to all, but also indicating they could be damn near anyone. Deciding none of that was important, I ripped my opponent's throat out and watched as he fell to the ground into a puddle of his own blood. Looking around, I try to find my next victim and manage to spot the bastard that I truly would like to rip to shreds. Circling him with an impressive aura and inner light is Ramone. Moving forward, I prepare to join the battle, but stop when I realize that there is a barrier surrounding them. ‘Let me in!’ I growl, raking my claws against the almost glass-like wall that is stopping me from getting

Warriors sparred around us in noisy clusters, steel clashing and grunts echoing. Marten glared at me while wiping blood from his mouth where my fist had caught him moments earlier. His dark hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders heaved with each breath. Scars from old battles crisscrossed his forearms, visible where his sleeves were pushed up. “You’re one to talk.”

Granted, the Miraculo warriors may have expected an ambush, but nothing would ever hurt like going against the Marshall wolves. There was a reason the Marshalls were feared in the supernatural world. In less than two minutes, the warriors who had been keeping watch were already taken out. "Kill only those who try killing you. This is not a massacre but a rescue mission, alright?” Alpha Aztec said to his warriors who just agreed in the mind link, before they all got into their respective positions. They were so determined to make the bets out of this situation, the for a moment, it was worrying. Getting into the Miraculo pack may have been easy at the gates, but the amount of firepower they w

“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” “I’m going to kill you, Buzzer, and every single one of your men in this club.” The large man next to him moved, but the gun pressed in the back of his head had him sitting back in his seat. The mask slipped over Jake’s face at the exact moment that the doors of the strip club were kicked open and the Warriors stormed inside. “Let’s play, motherfucker,” Hudson whispered as he pulled the big man out of his seat.

She felt drawn to him, and as she took two steps forward with her hand reaching out to him, the tall mysterious warrior was tackled to the ground by the Beta. A battle cry was torn from the warrior's full lips as he picked Beta Daniel up like he was light as a feather, which she knew not to be true because he was built like a goddamn tank; all the werewolves were. The Betas' nails extended into claws and he used them to slash the warrior across the face and arms. Blood seeped from the warrior's wounds, but it did not falter his movements as he crushed the Betas body against the same wall he had Mira pressed upon.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"