The Barefoot Bandit 소설 & 이야기

He fell to the forest floor holding his new stump, trying to stop the bleeding. For a second the clouds split and the bright light of Korones moon's broke through, briefly allowing him to see the last two bandits looking stunned at their dying fellows, out of all the possible outcomes this was the last they could have ever imagined. It was one man, a young one at that, it should have been easy, they were told it would be easy. The terror-stricken highway men turned tail and ran, not bothering to sheath their swords. Boro didn't pursue them, instead he quickly dispatched the wounded men. They pleaded, begging Boro to spare them, imporing him to think of the robbers families. They swore that t

The singing might be a trick, a way of throwing the Captain off guard Perhaps there were more than two men. The others could be hidden in the darkness No sooner had it occurred to him that there might be more bandits than he began to wish it hadn’t occurred to him. Th thought was downright scary. There were lots of low bushes, mostly chaparral, between him and the hut, and there coul be a bandit with a Bowie knife behind any one of them. Pea had often explained to him how effective a good bowie knif was in the hands of someone who knew where to stick it—descriptions of stickings came back to his mind as he ease

the taller figure said " what's interesting huh?" the bandit said " A corpse is still taking to me " " what?" the bandits head suddenly fell leaving his body standing for a few seconds before falling over the other bandits who saw this started running but where all struck by lightning as they tried to run " ugh I hate bandits " the smaller one said. " well at least these ones are dead now let's keep going" the larger one said. " Hey how sure are you that he's still alive anyway?" the smaller figure said as the other one walked forward

Hercules took a step forward and said, "We're not giving you anything. Leave us alone and we won't have to hurt you." The bandit leader chuckled and replied, "Oh, I don't think you'll be doing any hurting today, pretty boy." He motioned to his men, and they drew their weapons, crude knives and rusty machetes. Audrey felt her heart racing as the bandits closed in. She wished they had some kind of weapon to defend themselves, but all they had were their bare hands. She tried to think of a plan, but her mind felt clouded with fear and exhaustion. The bandits started circling them, looking for an opening to attack. Audrey tried to keep an eye on all of them, but it was hard to focus with the sun

And no matter how many they already killed, they’re numbers were still gaining. “They’re too many!” Before they knew it, they were already surrounded by hundreds of hooded and masked bandits. Jackson and Bran faced them while they had each other’s back. Ember never left Craig in his spot while Aron was standing beside her, ready to protect Luna with his life. Ember scanned them. Four against hundreds of bandits with poisoned weapons. Craig couldn’t fight and that leaves the four of them to fight them. Ember fisted her hand. She didn't expect this, she overlooked the possibility that the bandits could be this strong. She thought they were just a bunch of hungry rogue werewolves and wrecking h

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

"Who are you? What are you doing here? It's fucking cold and dry out here." "My name’s Garret," he said, trembling. "I’m from the city. I was traveling to the outer villages, but bandits... they attacked us. Took everything. I barely escaped." I narrowed my eyes, scanning him for signs of deceit. His desperation seemed genuine, but I couldn't afford to be careless. "What do you mean by 'bandits'? Were they organized?" I asked with a voice raise aiming to intimidate him. He nodded frantically. "Yes. They’ve been terrorizing the outskirts for weeks now. The city guards don’t come out this far, and the villagers are too scared to fight back."

Why did I have to be so honorable? I traced the sound and landed in a small clearing. I noticed a group of men dressed like bandits. They surrounded a young girl who laid on the floor, naked before them. I could see some torn clothes on the floor. They wanted to assault her. Without a moment's hesitation, I stepped forward, "Leave the girl be and walk away," I commanded, The bandits turned towards me. One of them stepped forward. "And who are you to tell us what to do?" he asked.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

Access link below — expires in 24 hours. --- My hands trembled as I clicked the secure link. A loading circle spun on the screen, and when the video finally opened… My jaw dropped. The footage wasn’t blurred. It wasn’t corrupted. It wasn’t incomplete. It showed everything. There were multiple armed crews, dressed differently, clashing violently. There was gunfire, screams, blood. Men attacking each other—not security guards, but robbers against robbers. A war. A brutal one. And there—caught between them—was Alexander.