Novel & Cerita Scud Blade 2

Greedy Wolf shot into the air, clashing with Prison Suppressor mid-flight. Under the will of their wielders, the two blades began to duel in mid-air. Blade lights flashed, and deadly energy swept across the field. Even the morning sunlight dimmed and brightened sporadically under the fluctuating blade aura. The murderous aura radiating from both weapons was overwhelming, but Greedy Wolf had a distinct advantage—it carried the power of starlight, which gave it the upper hand. During the exchange, Stone made a surprising discovery. There was a fledgling spirit inside that blade!

The silver blade cut through enhanced muscle and tendon, sending it crashing to the forest floor. The perimeter breach had turned out to be a scouting party—four hybrids, two human handlers with tactical gear. Test run, most likely. Probing our defenses before the eclipse. "Clear on the east," Mason's voice crackled through the radio. "Two neutralized." "South perimeter clear," another voice confirmed. I finished the wounded hybrid with a knife through the eye socket—the most reliable way to kill them, we'd discovered. Silver to the brain. Nothing else stuck. Silas approached, his own silver blade dripping black hybrid blood. "That's all of them."

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Possibly unstable. I rolled my jaw, tension building in every line of my body. “Terminate if necessary.” That was Creed's code for eliminating the evidence. Which meant if Elias was even half as brilliant—and reckless—as the rumours claimed, he was already a walking dead man. I was just the bullet they’d chosen. I sighed, opened the side drawer of the desk, and pulled out the black tactical duffel I always brought to Creed operations. Inside: my collapsible blade, the silver-dipped one; a short-range scanner; flashbangs; comms; suppressor for the Glock.

she yells, "And, uhh, you too. Onward!" Right away, Ms. Justice, SpeedBlade, JumpStart, and even I charge forth. We slam, crush, and destroy the scrap metal robots as fast as we can, but somehow, there seems to be an endless amount of them. "Get off of me," SpeedBlade yells as one robot jumps and grabs onto his shoulder. Before the scrap metal robot can bite down, he grabs and throws it to the ground. He then slices the robot in two. "Watch out," I say, pointing as two more scrap metal robots jump and bite down on SpeedBlade's sword.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

Reyes ducked, the blade cleanly slicing through the thick durasteel support pillar behind her as if it were made of warm butter. She countered, driving her scavenged combat knife toward the Striker's neck joint. CLANG. The harmonic blade flicked up, entirely severing the thick iron blade of Reyes’s knife. "They're too fast!" Reyes grunted, falling backward as the Striker delivered a devastating, hydro-pressurized kick to her chest plate, sending her sliding across the smart-glass floor. The Striker didn't pursue her. Its featureless, black-visored head snapped toward the plush synthetic couches. It had identified the highest-value targets: the unconscious, glowing Code-Born kids.

The way her fingers rested against her lap, twitching slightly every time the car hit a bump. He wanted to tell her to sleep. She wouldn’t. Spade sat in the passenger seat with a gun balanced across his knees. Blade was in the back, his tablet on his lap, the light from the screen washing his face in blue. “Almost there,” Blade murmured. “Thermal scans are clear. No movement outside the perimeter. Maybe we shouldn't have brought Back up” “Doesn’t mean no one’s there,” Spade said. Jaylen nodded silently. He didn’t trust clean readings. Clean meant someone wanted it that way. He had learned his lesson.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.