Trigun Quote Novels & Stories

I added as a query to the man who served as my tutor. He nodded his head once. "You can also use it to shoot yourself if ever you’re placed in a tight spot someday. It’s the only weapon that can calm the monstrous soul inside you," he answered. I never ran out of ammo, as he kept on supplying me with a new magazine. Half an hour has passed, and I think that I only have to take down about ten of them before I complete my task. I was required to shoot more than once, the bigger my opponent got. "Out to my last target," I said at the same time that I aimed directly at its head.

My head is busy raging. Lucian actually looks interested; his mother is horrified, and his father appears impressed. And Tristan? He turns toward me with his brow raised, his expression unreadable. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Nobody breathes—apparently, nobody speaks to Tristan Kozlov this way. I don't care. Not today, not when he’s injured because of me. “You got shot.” “I'm aware.” “And you almost died.” “I didn't.” “You could have been dead,” I say, anger rising in me like lava.

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

There is a saying that the only way to stay invincible is to make yourself too available. "What did you say to him Tricia," I asked while walking towards the only available chair in the hall. I felt her eyes trail my every move until I sat on the chair and brought out my Pistols to sit on my laps. "You broke Omertà," I said Coldly as I gave her a cruel stare. Bang! The shot run out of my gun followed by a deafening silence. "Did I miss? I was aiming for your brain, starts talking" I said, looking at her Shiver, her face thrown into confusion and realization.

HELL? “Inventive,” he mused, admiring it as though it were a gemstone. “How far you’ve come since the last time I walked among you mortals. Killing your prey with little metal balls and fire.” He flicked his crimson gaze back to the now terrified gunmen, his grin shark-like and hungry for blood. “I humbly applaud you. You have guts turning your weapon on a god. Too bad your mortal, little bodies get squashed so easily. You’re all like ants. Good for the environment, but bugs all the same.”

I may hate myself after it but I'll hate myself more if I didn't do it. His eyes lifted and he settled them on me, "What are you waiting for?" He said, the look in his eyes too familiar for me to not recognize, "Just do it." I clenched my jaw and tightened my hold over the gun, "I hate you so much." He smiled, "I know." He said helplessly, "Me too." "I guess I'll see you in hell, brother," I said before I pressed my eyes shut and finally, pressed that damn trigger.

I was determined to get justice, no matter what. So, the stage was set, and my mission had started. Holding the Sako TRG-42 made me feel fearless. It was time for payback, and I was determined to make them pay, no matter what. Leaving the pub, I walked with confidence, my new weapon tightly gripped in my hand. The drama of my revenge was about to unfold, and as I looked out at the sprawling streets of Rome, I knew it would be a sight to behold. My steps quickened as I vanished into the night, fueled by an unwavering commitment to bring justice to those who were no more, with the mighty Finish sniper in my hands.

HE'S THE POISON! "Fuck!" I could barely feel the bullet hit both of my legs. "Wife." Trizhor whispered but I just smiled at him. I forced myself to stand up and still shoot at the assassins as I slowly walked towards Trizhor. "Fight us now, rank 1." Smiling said the chief and even knelt in front of Trizhor.

"Uncle won't stop until you believe what Uncle says. If killing Uncle's life can erase the grudge in your heart, please shoot now. Uncle won't fight back in the slightest." Alfonso then raised his hands. Resigned if Tristan fired a shot at his body. "Hurry up, Tristan. Shoot Uncle right now." Tristan clenched his fists tightly. The emotions he had been holding back seemed to have come to the surface. He struggled to contain himself, but Alfonso was testing his patience. "It's useless for Uncle to try to convince you, Tristan. In the end, you'll never believe anything, right?" Tristan nodded. Hastily grabbed his gun, then aimed it straight at Alfonso. "You'd better kill Uncle right now so tha

“You might want to think twice before doing anything stupid.” He scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. His hand twitched near his side, hovering too close to the gun strapped there. “I mean it!” I barked, raising my voice. “You even so much as look at that gun, and you’ll die here, right now. No last words. No bargaining. Just done.” Danzo froze for a heartbeat, his hand still dangerously close to his weapon. “You don’t have it in you, Marco,” he sneered. “You think you’re the tough one, don’t you? You think you’re the hero in all of this?”