Novel & Cerita Whitebeard Vs Roger

She was still her. And they looked at her the way they once looked at the gods. She leapt forward—and everything shattered. Roger fought by her side now, their bodies moving in mirrored rhythm, the Alpha and the Luna that no one could leash. Kade flanked them, human but faster than any beast, cutting a path through limbs and snarls like a man possessed. A rogue came for Jasmine’s flank. Roger slammed into him mid-air, ripping his throat out, spitting the chunk of flesh at Kade’s feet.

One stands behind the other, taking much the position that Roger and I are using, hurling spells at me while his comrade defends. The spells alternately cut, burn, and freeze my flesh – but in the end, I work too fast for them, rearing up to my full heigh to pound the substantial weight of my body into the first man’s shoulders, knocking him down and trapping the second man beneath him as well. Roger comes in for the kill then, ending both with a snarl and tear at each of their throats. They leave this world gasping for air, their dying breaths bubbling the blood at the holes in their neck.

“Don’t listen to her. You’re not the reason any of this is happening.” But even as he said the words, I couldn’t shake the sense of guilt that clung to me. I had entered Roger’s life so suddenly, so forcefully, and now everything was coming apart. How couldn't I be to blame? “What is your mother talking about?” I whispered, my voice barely above a tremor. “What fight?” Roger looked down at me, he cupped my face in his hands. “I’ll be fine,” he said, “I’m the finest swordsman in the entire pack. No one can beat me.”

Barking that order, Roger charged at White Viper without hesitation, and the two locked into combat again. As a member of the Wrights' personal guard and a top-tier fighter from one of the Five Apex Families, Roger was not just for show. White Viper's vicious strikes only grazed him, while his saber sliced deep into her shoulder. Blood gushed, but rather than retreat, it seemed to make her even more ferocious. With a suicide-style attack, she ignored the knife that was stabbing at her again and launched her own attack. The Ghostwillow blade whistled through the air, and Roger's severed hand hit the ground with a thud.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

She gritted her teeth furiously. The enemy's leader alpha Reynan comes out when the barrier is broken. “Destroy everything you can see! We will take their place whatever cost it be!” he commanded and led them. “Captain Roger defeat your enemy rapidly!” He mumbled when he saw that Captain Roger turned into a gigantic werewolf, but the enemy had also reached that level of power so Captain Roger may have faced a hard battle opponent now. Alex also led the Shunin clan, and then she used her dimension magic to reach the center of the war.

“But your kind has no future. Not with the way the packs are moving. Silverfang. Thornveil. Even Ashmaw. Every one of them is sharpening their claws for what’s coming.” I kept my face blank, but my gut tightened. So he knew. Roger leaned down, voice carrying over the rush of wings. “War, Vale. A real one. Not scraps over territory. The kind that drowns kingdoms. And when it comes, your precious bloodlines won’t save you. Only men like me will still be standing.” I tilted my head just enough to meet his eyes. “And what makes you so sure you’ll be standing when it’s over?”

“You think you’ve actually won? You’re just a stray pup my father picked up to fill the role I couldn't. You’re hollow, Damon. That’s exactly why father favors you.” Damon didn't offer a rebuttal. A brutal blow to Roger’s jaw sent the man crashing to the floor. Roger’s lip split. Fresh blood trickled down his chin, yet his eyes remained fixed on Damon with pure loathing. “Get out, Roger,” Damon said coldly, turning away. “Before I change my mind and leave you to rot in the ground.” Roger rose with great difficulty. He didn't retaliate. He knew that in this world, power was everything. Tonight, he had suffered a crushing defeat.

The white-robed man looked down on warriors from third-grade worlds. Even if that warrior was skilled, the white-robed man would still look down on him. He felt like warriors from third-grade worlds were all beneath him. Working with the bald man was a forced option. Even two of them together might not be able to beat the Flaming Rhino. They needed help from a third person to kill the beast. Furthermore, the white-robed man planned on dealing with the bald man before dealing with the black-masked man as well. Even though they were both from second-grade worlds, it meant nothing in front of profit.

He wasn’t taking any battle stance, nor was he prepared to take on Kyle, who was crying his eyes out as he stared at dying Madonna. I heaved a sigh of relief knowing Madonna had been silenced and my secret had now been saved. But then, if she was running towards Kyle, then he must be her monster. “Die!!!” Kyle growled. I couldn’t focus on his movements; I could only see flashes of light and hear the sound of clashing metals. Ryu was still in the same position, but his sword was moving faster than the speed of light. He wasn't In his wolf form, yet he could fight Kyle without flinching. He kept moving, dodging every one of Kyle’s attacks while using his sword to counter those that weren’t to