Twigbranch Warriors の小説・ストーリー

Fangs. Bing Ma just nodded and didn't continue their conversation. Unbeknownst to Bing Ma, two eyes were watching the two of them, from the corner of the small hole in the roof. he is Sing Wo, one of the students who will take part in the young warrior tournament in the Kunlun Sect, Fang Xue ordered Sing Wo to continue to monitor and monitor Chyou Chen's movements.

Then he pounded his fist on his skull, cracking it. The ambush was not large in numbers. But they were strong and skilled. Several warriors were injured while fighting them. Yet they killed all the rogues. Dead bodies littered the grassy surface of the woods. The gut-twisting metallic smell of blood hung in the air. The injured warriors shifted back to human forms and sagged on the ground, groaning and panting. Blaze wanted to proceed immediately but decided to rest a bit for the warriors to have some time to heal their wounds. He shifted back, his sharp eyes scanning the woods.

“What in the—” From that distance, the corrupted scout tilted its head. And then a sound, not quite a growl, not quite a laugh, scraped out of its throat. I took a step back instinctively. Several more shapes limped out of the trees, twitching, half-feral but too precise to be mindless. Their chests heaved with quick, unnatural breaths. Their claws scraped grooves into the dirt. “Positions!” Liam roared now, growing out his claws. The warriors obeyed, but not without terror in their eyes.

It can leave you sired. I bite into a rogue’s leg and spin it around against a tree trunk before running further into the fight. The smell of rogues and blood was overpowering. Once we made a dent into the rogue numbers they retreated. I mind-linked for our warriors to follow them and return when they find their camp.

“But you love me anyway.” Before I could answer, Troy’s voice roared across the clearing. “FALL BACK! Everyone fall back to the trees!” Our warriors were losing. I could see it now. Too many Creekwood wolves. Too many teeth and claws. Three of our warriors were already down, not moving. Troy himself was bleeding from a deep gash across his shoulder. But he kept fighting, his jaws clamped around a Creekwood warrior’s throat. “We need to go,” Aiden whispered. He tried to pull me up but he was too weak. “We cannot win this fight.”

Some fought back, cutting down the grip, only for another branch to grab them from another direction. One hunter warrior had just hacked down a branch, another came from the back and impaled him through the chest, like a spear. Another warrior's body was pulled in different directions until his body split into two, spraying blood everywhere. Others were fighting against the trees in one compromising situation or the other. Wayne had just cleaved through one tree's stems with his sword when he looked around to survey his men's condition, a horrifying battle ensued around him.

I hope they are ok. I got to a warrior just in time to stop a rogue from ripping his throat out. I didn't have time for much so I just ran at full speed and body slammed the rogue. I'm a smaller person so it didn't do much to hurt him, but it got him off the warrior to give him just enough time to finish the rogue off. As I was about to ask the warrior if he was ok, I felt a brutal pain in my thigh. A rogue had run up behind me and bit down on my thigh. I could feel the muscles in my thigh tearing and warm blood running down the rest of my leg. The pain honestly just pissed me off so I turned around quickly, tearing his mouth off my leg with the quick action. His mouth was still slightly ope

I whispered; my voice barely audibles above the rustling of leaves. “I hope it’s not some slimy, spine-chilling critter, ‘cause I ain’t packing no silver bullets,” grumbled a warrior, eyeing his weapons nervously. A comrade shook his head in agreement. “And even if it is vulnerable to silver, we don’t have any on hand. This could get ugly.” “Come on, guys! Are we going to let a few claw marks on a tree scare us off? We’re Ethereal Warriors, not scaredy-cats!” I exclaimed, eager to continue our search for Mila.

I commanded. The thin man smiled at me amusedly as he continued to move closer. "And what do you plan to do with that?" The three of them laughed and I felt a spark of rage rumble inside me. My fingers tightened around the wooden limb and I raised my elbows up. I waited until he was close enough to reach me and even let him extend his arm out towards me, letting him think I was frozen still. Just before his boney fingers made contact with my arm, I swung the branch furiously against his left temple. The gangly man yelped out in pain and shot to the ground.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.