Novel & Cerita Mileena Mortal Kombat Face

However, he has trained with the beast for five whole years and was bound to get all his skills, but there was this MOLART's skill he did not possess. Everyone knew MOLART has a unique skill he used against his enemies; the skill is called Jamba. It kills in three minutes. According to my father, that skill cuts every vein and artery in the body and the person will not know for exactly three minutes, then they would crumble and die. I did not think MOLART taught him that skill, because if he did, I knew Khalid would use it on everyone and he would use it on me.

"I'm going to kill you and I'm going to take great pleasure in doing it!" Mira struggled beneath his heavy weight, her attention focused on his deranged expression, and he delivered a monstrous blow to the side of her face, causing her to see dazzling lights dancing before her eyes.

What was this reaction, and what was he doing here? "She will be having a move-it fuckface before I make your face worthy of a mugshot." Thalia slowly pivoted around on her heel and came face to face with a very homicidal-looking Carter. His eyes were flashing wolf, his muscles were taut and flexed, and his lips were curled in his infamous smirk, giving off the aura of you are dead meat.

He cracked his neck, staring me down. “You look distracted,” he taunted. “Bad day?” Milena's face flashed uninvited. Her voice in the hallway. Her trembling breath. Her eyes. Sharp, intelligent, too damn observant. My fists tightened. “Shut up,” I muttered. The bell clanged. We clashed. He came at me hard. Heavy swings, no technique. I dodged the first punch easily. The second grazed my ribs. The third hit harder. Good. Hit me.

“Help!" Mira didn't answer and Maddy's face now was purple, trying to catch her breath. She turned and looked at Mira. She was still standing on the same space they sat on. Blood streaked down on her gorgeous face. She was looking at Maddy, her eyes menacing and evil, all the anger in the world was in her face. Her jaw set and her teeth clattering. She looks like she wants to kill Maddy. Her fingers were twitching at her sides and she's breathing heavily.

Final. Lord Mortis's face contorted into something despicable, his features twisted in a snarl. He sent a hit across my face, the blow sending my head whipping to the side. My mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood, and I felt a tooth loosen. "Stubborn bitch!" he growled, his hot breath making my skin crawl. "Do you know how helpless you are right now? The king is going to go feral anyway, and there's nothing you can do to change that!"

I growled, making my presence known The maids bowed and hastily dispersed, bringing the fighting duo to vision. My jaw dropped at the sight before me. It was my mate and Vitalia. Vitalia was lying almost lifeless while Fiorella sat on top of her beating and tearing her face apart. The scene wasn't what I expected to wake up to. My mate had this eerie sardonic smile on her face as she kept hitting Vitalia with no care in the world. “I'll kill you for messing with me,” I heard her say.

My eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of Hera’s shadowy form, her gun aimed directly at me. Bang! The gunshot echoed like a death knell. I twisted mid-air, desperate to dodge, but it was too late. The bullet tore through the side of my face, sending me crashing to the ground with a pained whine. My vision swam, but I could still see Mortis, just an arm’s length away. I tried to claw at him, but all I could manage was a feeble swipe at his boots. “Let this be a lesson to all,” Mortis declared, his voice cold and commanding as he tightened his grip on Atlas.

He smirks, the bastard knows exactly how that sounds. ‘That’s a fucking relief,’ Zanthe mutters dryly. “Lieutenant Quinn, you’re up first,” Thompson calls. Mila strides forward. She’s still panting, but she’s not about to keel over like some of the others. They circle each other, both focused, both coiled tight. Mila lunges first—she’s quick, wickedly fast, light on her feet, moving more like a cat than a wolf. Thompson, though… he’s a battering ram. For someone so massive, he’s surprisingly nimble, and I can practically feel the shockwaves from his hits.

A smirk crept across his face as he took his position this time. He’s making a mockery of me! Raged, I went at him again, violently using all my combat skills on him. He easily blocked them with his elbows, displaying a skill I’ve seen somewhere before. When I tried one more strike, his fist came right at my face, landing three punches on my jaw, which immediately flashed my memory back to where I had seen that fighting stance before. Evolet! She used that same technique against Fiona! “Oof!” I fell to the ground, feeling something hard piling in my mouth.