Novel & Cerita Metal Knuckles

David just nodded in response before getting to an important question. "What about Julius Puckett? He won't just let us walk into his turf." "If I can get to my uncle, we won't have to worry about that one," Rufus said before he gulped down his drink. "Arlen's spirit weapon, what is it made of?" David asked, his knuckles perched against his cheek. "It's the same metal used to forge the Kronus seal. It acts like the Kronus seal by keeping Arlen's powers tamed," Rufus explained.

Such a charming example of the male species. I extend my hand and shake his, relishing the way he gently, but firmly, encapsulates my hand with his. His touch is warm, almost electric and I notice faint scars across his knuckles which would indicate he’s torn them on more than one occasion. Either he likes to work out with bare knuckles, or he enjoys crackling skulls in his free time. I have to admit, I find the latter somewhat enticing. “Medea Sarondonedes,” I introduce myself with a quick shake of his hand.