Scout Tf2 Comic Novels & Stories

The followers were surprised by Lucas's disrespect and feared The Scourge would take his anger on them so they moved back. He turned around so that he was behind Lucas. He stretched to pluck out Lucas's heart when he saw a birthmark on his back. "What is this on your back? How did you get it?" The Scourge was calm. "It's a birthmark dummy, not for sale. Go tattoo yours!" Lucas rudely said and The Scourge left immediately. Tobi followed him. "What is wrong with the Supreme one?" Tobi asked. "Release him and take him back to his doorstep", The Scourge replied

His entire posture went rigid, his hand fumbling with the tablet strapped to his side. I gave him a little wave. “Hello.” The poor man nearly dropped his device. Allaric pinched the bridge of his nose. “Moons above. This is what I deal with.” The scout finally managed to steady himself and pulled up the footage on his tablet. Grainy and distant, but unmistakable. Two figures colliding with a force that shook the entire area. Causing unseemly destruction to the entire area. And despite his earlier statement, there was no mistaking who the fighters were.

"The scout's chest has something carved into it." His words made everybody freeze. The warrior was silent for a moment. "A message." His tone faltered. "It states—" He took a deep swallow. *"We shall all die when she awakens."*

No insignia. No distinguishing characteristics Cowards. Like the traitors they were, they were hiding behind masks. I said, "Find the patrols that are still alive." As they wait for more instructions, have them reassemble in the inner watchtower. You did a good job. Proceed now. Seek medical attention for the wound. With a sigh of relief in his voice, the scout stumbled out of the room after bowing deeply. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until the scout exited the room. Then I turned to my brothers, purposefully.

As the final one was about to hit Olivia, a hand reached at from the barrier before it diminishes. Revealing himself to be a humanoid made with turquoise skin, fins for ears and large yellow eyes. The young folklore was a green cadet uniform, similar to Scott’s only with a white streak in the middle and a red Scarf around his neck. On the left side of his chest laid a red “L” shaped badge. “Roge Nest,” Scott smirked. “It’s been a while.” “Missed you too, Nollax,” Roge said as the spear shattered in his hand.

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

The scout's eyes fluttered open at the sound of voices, unfocused with pain and blood loss, and Draven knelt beside him fast, pressing a hand against the wound to slow the bleeding. "Who left you here?" Draven asked. "They said I was too slow," the man rasped. "Said the timeline couldn't wait for wounded men." "What timeline?" I pressed, kneeling beside him despite Cassian's hand on my arm trying to hold me back. "Where is your unit headed?" The scout's eyes found mine, glassy, and for a moment I thought he might not answer at all. Then something in his expression shifted, exhaustion giving way to something almost like relief at finally being allowed to put the weight down.

Scott thought. T.B.C

POV: Varga “Tell me it’s confirmed.” The scout knelt at the base of my table, still carrying the smell of Ashfall pine on his coat, and didn’t answer fast enough for my patience. “Confirmed,” I said again, quieter, which was worse, and every wolf in the room understood exactly why.

He thought being born in such a luscious continent after the war was a privilege for him to take his first breath and fresh air had greeted his infant lungs, and yet here the air had smelled pure, untainted. Taking a step forward he had almost tripped and had caught himself, uprighting himself from the tree. His hand had grazed a large and deep set of claws that was so severe it had passed through the sides. He froze. “My High Rank! Are you alright?” The Scout asked as he tried to catch up with him. Stating the good news he said. “Sir we found the Scouts trail, and it seems the soil here is rich…” “Where are they?!” He frantically yelled.