Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Find your rifle and keep it pinned down." Herne gave him a nod of approval and retrieved the Dragunov rifle from the pile next to the stakes. The clicks of the firearm hit his ears before he cut Grace down. "Help Herne. I have it doing circles for the moment. Do not let it recover." Grace stood shoulder to shoulder with the sniper and aimed her flintlock pistol at the Spade Hood, "I am looking forward to dealing out some payback." Jack fell from his post to the ground unconscious and would not wake up. Warren panicked, "I need Theria. She knows healing magic." The rifle and pistol boomed in unison. The Spade Hood struck the ground with a thump.

Something at the back of his mind kept nagging at Bladesmith but he wasn't sure what it was. 'Wait, didn't the lad make something similar to ammo and loaded it into that weapon?' Bladesmith opened his eyes in realization when he remembered this, but it was far too late. Before he could even blink, he heard a sound. BANG!!! Bladesmith looked over to find his shadow falling to the ground with two holes in its body. One in the head and the other in its chest. Looking at Kirou, he could see that the lad took a few hits in some none vital areas so that he could trade them for the shadow's life. The lad currently stood there as if out of energy. It seems like he underestimated the kid when he had

“Hahaha” Who is that? Fuck I know that it was the owner of this fucking shadow. “Show yourselves you freak! Fight like a true fighter! Not a pussy that was hiding through the shadow!” I shout in frustration. Slowly... The shadow disappeared and his true form appeared. A black man who has a big body and is wearing a black hood. He is grinning like a demon. And murmur. “Your dead hunter” What kind of creature was that?

Laughter echoed around the chamber. “She thinks she’s too good for food. Maybe her Alpha feeds her better, eh?” That word—Alpha rolled off his tongue like a curse. Their hatred for wolves was a tangible thing, sharp and suffocating. Another stepped forward, his face half-hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. He crouched in front of me, bringing with him the scent of gun oil and damp leather. Slowly, he pulled out a gun. A sleek, black weapon, its chamber loaded with silver bullets that glimmered in the faint light.

Quietly, I rose from the couch and crept toward the kitchen, positioning myself just outside the doorway. "What the hell is wrong with you, man? Why would you bring a girl here? You know we can get in deep shit for this," Dom's voice was filled with concern and agitation. Shadow sighed. "I know, but I couldn't leave her there. It was raining heavily, and she's soaked." "Where did you find her?" "In the alley. She pointed a gun at me," Shadow replied matter-of-factly. There was a beat of silence before Dom spoke again, his voice rising in alarm. "Whoa, hold on. Why the hell is she carrying a gun? I hope you haven't brought trouble to our door, Shadow."

As Kenn threw his silver knife and the weapon shot toward Matt's neck, something unexpected happened. A shadow quickly jumped out of a dark bush and knocked the knife out of the air. The silver knife was thrown and stuck in a tree, far from the target. Kenn was startled, his footsteps stopped. A tall man with piercing eyes and a chilling aura emerged from behind the trees. His hair was dark, his face was hard, and from his muscular build and the claws peeking out from under his fingers, it was clear that he was no ordinary human.

I questioned. After some thought, she brightened up and said with a cheerful tone, "I have a great idea!" With that, she lightly descended the stairs and pulled me to the storage room. Inside were golf clubs, tennis rackets, hockey sticks, and various sports equipment. Hilda squatted down, rummaging through the cabinets. Soon, she pulled out an inflatable raft. The moment I saw it, I was impressed. Seems like Hilda did have a touch of cleverness in her.

The old man pushes the young boy in the cupboard. Man: "Don't come out!" The boy confused to what is happening but still he just nodded back. The door of the cupboard shut close as the footsteps of someone coming closer could be heard. The boy peaked from the cupboard and saw a tall person with black outfit and black boots. He rose his hand with black gloves holding on a gun. The boy panicked at the view in front of his eyes. The hood man pointing the gun at the boys father.

Just then, the armored Askari with the large gun raised it toward him as Orchid cried in alarm. In a flash, Shango was beside him, he tore the gun forcefully from the Askari, the arm strapped to the weapon coming away with it, the Askari screamed as he saw the bloody stump that was his arm but his cry of pain was soon cut off abruptly as Shango grabbed his helmeted head and squeezed, popping it like water melon.

He hoisted it onto his shoulder, aiming straight at Dominic. "RPG! Take him down!" Hugo yelled, swinging his shotgun around and dumping the entire magazine. "Not on my watch, motherfuckers!" But down in the dark avenue behind the SUVs, a steel sewer grate suddenly flew open with a heavy clang. "Move! Move! Move!" Alexei’s voice roared from the dark hole.