Scout Tf2 Comic Novelas e Histórias

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

Axel adds. “Scout, why?” Thyra responds. “That helps, one of the squad nine members I was thinking about is a Scout also,” Axel replies. “And the other?” I ask realizing he was talking about swapping Phan Toorek from our squad. “Well seeing that I am all about setting creatures up in love matches, lets keep him and Mona together. Move them to squad 6, and trade in another infantry and scout member,” Axel teases. I nod acceptance to his idea. “Well Thyra, are you in?”

The scout swallowed. “The eastern infirmary.” Rex nodded. “Is he injured?” The scout hesitated. That hesitation sent a chill through me. “Not exactly.” Nobody liked that answer. “Define not exactly,” Ash said. The scout looked uncomfortable. “Physically, he’s fine.” “Then what’s wrong with him?” The young wolf glanced toward me. And suddenly looked even more nervous. “He keeps repeating her name.” The room fell silent again. I wished that surprised me. It didn’t.

The scout nodded vigorously, scurried off like a frightened rodent, and vanished into thin air. Within a mere five minutes, the scout returned, accompanied by a group of peculiar beastmen who stood out from the rest. Clad in savage animal hides and adorned with an assortment of feathers, their bodies smeared with a crimson substance, these witch doctors were enough to send shivers down the spine of any child. "What did this scout blabber about, General?" one of the witch doctors inquired. "Have you once again spewed nonsense in front of our esteemed leader?" another witch doctor chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain.

When they reached the entrance, they discussed among themselves about their designated roles. [ Scouts ] as Creed (M) and Rina (F), [ Tanks ] as Wolf (M), Lorenzo (M), and Mateo (M). [ Damage dealers] as Mira (F) and Roy (M), [ Archers ] as Lin ((M) Leader), Rhett (M), and Remy (F), [ Paramedic/Defense ] as Guss (M). "OK, guys! Shift your gears!" Lin and others entered the underground labyrinth. "Let's move inside!"

A young scout stepped forward. He was broad. He looked fast. He had the aura of someone who’d never lost a fight. Perfect. We stepped into a cleared circle. “Don’t go easy,” the seargeant said. “If she bleeds, she bleeds.” The others cheered him on, already convinced this would be a quick show. He circled me with a smirk. “You sure you’re not just a pretty face under that scarf?” I didn’t answer. I’d already sized him up.

A mafia with claws. A mile out, Jace stops abruptly and crouches again. The snow is churned here, red streaks frozen into the ice. My throat tightens. “What happened?” “Scouts,” he says. “Ours or theirs. Doesn’t matter now. They’re dead.” I look closer and wish I hadn’t. A strip of torn fabric lies half‑buried in the snow, dark with something I don’t want to name. My wolf growls softly. I step back, boot slipping on ice. “This is… insane. Nobody should live like this.”

"If you say so. Then do you mind hiring my next job?" "And what will that be?" "To steal you out of here to somewhere far far away, I will be your knight in shiny armor. My name maybe be Oliver but I go with a secret undercover name. Savoir of handsome in distress." Kane laughed then, "and that is an undercover name? It has already given you away." "Only a man as intelligent as you can detect that" he smiled and stretched out his hand to him to shook which he did "call me Oliver."

As the applause died down, I took a deep breath and leaned over to him. “Let’s go mingle. It’s part of the job, right?” Favian raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Very well.” We descended from the stage, arm in arm again, and began moving through the crowd. Alphas and Lunas from various packs approached us, offering congratulations. Some looked genuinely pleased, while others seemed curious or even wary. It was all part of the game. I smiled, exchanged pleasantries, and shook hands, trying to keep my nerves in check.