The Barefoot Bandit 소설 & 이야기

The day was slowly getting dark as the sun setting on the horizon. Deep hidden in the Rock Valley near the river bank, was Wide Storm bandit hideout. The Hideout was an abandoned dragon cave, after their leader Mongadee Lopus establish the band they have made this mid size cave their home for 7 years. Over the time they gain prospers, from just empty cave they amass fortune and altered the surrounding to their at advantage, making them more hidden and strong from any attacks.

This is the calm before the storm of slaughter starts. Suddenly the note string along with immaterial blades that were released in each of the notes cut down the bandit at the back while the bandits at the fronts remain ignorant of what happened at the back, completely captivated by the illusion of the music that trapped them within the land of their dreams.

Shorty was snoring grandly and deeply while Jim's had a slightly lighter pitch with a small wheezing sound at the end that sounded like a whistle. Wilson looked at his bandaged hand and sighed. As much as he loved fights, he hated the fights he had been getting into. What was the point if he was always at a disadvantage and was always having to escape with his life, although barely. He wanted to become a wrestler, that was his dream, not to become a fugitive, a failed rebel and a constant victim of circumstances. That is really not a good way to live....no...this couldn't even be called living. This was merely surviving.

With each swing of his whips, they slithered through the ground with such grace and beauty as if the bandits were walking towards them facing their deaths with open arms The Whips tore through the land with great precision as if a farmer was cultivating the vast landscape the blades from silvery burned brighter than the star itself as each bandit that it grazed burned them into nothing more than ashes and cinders. As the sun was rising in the east the hoard of bandits was turned into ashes only a lowly rat remained barely alive and mutilated by the Demon. Before his life faded he extracted the location of all the bandit bases within the forests and the nearby villages.

Soon the approaching Bandits were close enough for them to make out their forms. They were relatively large men with bulging muscles and covered in red paint. They rode war horses of varying speciation, no doubt spoils they had plundered from others over the years. Many of them were shirtless and covered in scars, proof of the constant battles they had been through, and they carried a body odor that suggested that bathing wasn’t really a priority for them. The fragrance of wine drifted off their bodies, and with Mane’s distinct sense of smell he could make out a fishy smell wafting from their bodies, but he didn’t know what that was.

"You can't kill everyone, Jackson. You're one man." "I'm not alone." The sound of motorcycles filled the alley. Headlights illuminated us. Hawk. Viper. Torch. And behind them, a dozen more Steel Serpents. All loyal. All ready to fight. Reaper's face went pale. "No. You were supposed to be at the safe house." "We were. Until we figured out your game." Hawk got off his bike. "It's over, Reaper. You're outnumbered. Outplayed. Done." "I'm never done." Reaper reached for something in his jacket.

He shouts. A well built guy, with body made of comparted muscles, appears behind us. "Get the money." He says loud enough. "Kill him after." He whispers. I look up at the containers to check if I can see where the rest of the gang is hiding. I don't catch a glimpse of any. I look where Quinn is, he looks very confident for a man who came to a war, alone and with no weapon. Mac walks over to him. Quinn opens the boot for him. I watch crossing my fingers. Quinn is no match for Mac. He is too huge.

SUNSHINE: Bandits. How lucky could we get? Bandits were the worst group that we had to encounter. Men who were willing to kill and abuse their female captures. All in cold blood. If Knoxx won't help me, I could not just stay put and let them be carried by them. I refused to be a damsel in distress like how I protracted myself. "You won't succeed whatever you are planning," I declared. I won't allow them.

the bandits asked vigilantly. We were wearing a cloak, so they couldn't see our faces. I look at them silently, and then I look at the woman in the car. "Do you need help?" I asked, and the woman was taken aback. The woman hesitated, and she looked at her bodyguards with a frown. "Hey, you! If you don't want us to hack you to death, leave this instant!" a bandit with an ax shouted fiercely. "Fools! Who do you think you are shouting at?!" Light said and pointed her fingers to the bandit. A light beam shot directly into the bandit's shoulder.

Derrick frowned. “What, is it not enough?” I looked away from the card and met his eyes. “I cannot use this money.” Nothing in this world could be taken with me when I left. The original Harriet had already died from her adoptive parents’ abuse before I ever entered this world. The only thing she left behind was her desperate wish to return home. This compensation meant nothing. At that moment, Sheila leaned against Mom’s shoulder and spoke with complete sincerity. “Take it, Sis.