Who Dropped The Metal On Rize の小説・ストーリー

I can’t protect the woman I love, I feel so useless. “Yeah, you are so useless and stupid, I am wasting my power on you. Let me just get this over and done with. ” she lifts me so high almost touching the roof and lets me fall so hard on the ground. She does some circular motions with her hands, a sword like thing appears in her hands. “Say your last prayers, or not.” She laughs, releasing the sword, and it aims right to my heart. I see how slowly it is coming towards me, is this how I die? Wow, I just close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me, but nothing happens.

Then I looked down at the giant, mutated arm of the zombie, below me. "Goodbye, Marcus, " I whispered. I dropped the satellite phone on the metal walkway. Raised my heavy boot as I slammed my heel down with all my strength. The phone's plastic shell cracked loudly as the glass screen broke into pieces and the circuits crumbled under my foot. Down below, the variant let out a deafening, building-shaking roar that tore the remaining steel doors completely off their hinges.

Julian opened his mouth to reply, but before the words could leave his lips, a terrifying, metallic groan echoed above them. Zara looked up. High above, a massive steel support beam snapped, the sound cracking through the air like a cannon shot. The load-bearing pins had been removed. Tons of steel, wood, and concrete began to free-fall directly toward them. "Zara!" Julian screamed, lunging for her. But he was too far away. The shadow of the falling steel eclipsed the sun, and Zara froze, her wide eyes locked on her impending death.

-Karen- "Lizette! Hold on!" I yelled after my closest friend. The sky, calm and clear moments ago as we walked through the quiet town of Mazifik, suddenly transformed. Humongous metal rocks fell from the sky, pelting everything from the palace to the town's buildings. The townsfolk's screams grew loud and sharp, leading to a crescendo as the rocks struck the ground and burst into smaller, jagged pieces, causing fires to erupt. I chased Lizette as quickly as I could, aiming to reach her before we got injured.

The man groans, getting off the chair and sliding his hands in his pockets. “You will never be happy” I hiss bitterly at him.He just rolls his eyes. “Xander, you can go— Before I could speak further, Xander's eyes turn pitch black and a gasp from behind steals my attention. I look behind. That man's eyes are now wide and body tensed.Within a fraction of second, his stiff body falls down on the marble floor with a heavy thud.A step away beside the chair is standing Zion, a screwdriver coating with fresh blood is in his fist.

“Not interested.” Her smile vanished instantly and the pressure increased. Pain shot through my entire body as the invisible force tightened harder. Bones creaked and my vision blurred faintly. And yet, I still felt it. The blood, warm against my skin, still dripping from my hand. The deity noticed it too late though. A single drop slid slowly down my wrist and then fell. Straight onto the center marking beneath me. The moment it touched the symbol, everything changed. The ground exploded with light. Not dark light but silver. Violent silver cracks shot across the heptagram instantly, spreading outward through every ritual marking like lightning racing across dry earth.

Now Sarah stood up, resolved to get her answers. To her utter surprise, the man in front of her said nothing. Instead, he raised his hand and turned the palm upwards. When he was sure that he had her complete attention focused on it, he closed his eyes and let out a few of his pent-up emotions, channeling them into his palm. Right in front of Sarah’s eyes, levitating just above his opened palm, a fireball appeared. A real, hot, burning, flaming ball of fire… It was there just long enough for her to see it, and then his fingers curled and his fist swallowed the fire just like it was never there.

he called, Vincent’s limp body cradled in his arms. The men in suits aimed their guns at them once more. “I did not say you could leave.” “Haa, I knew it was too good to be true,” Johan said in an undertone. “You take care of the metal,” Dorin whispered to him. He stood in front of his friends and gave a sharp tune, creating a vortex in the middle of the room. As he did, all the men in suits suddenly dropped their weapons. The metal glowed red and melted on the floor.

Somewhere in my head, my thoughts turn to my unborn baby but my mind was blacking out now, my throat still closed and as I fell to the ground, my eyes searched around frantically for anything to help and my blurry eyes locked onto a sharp piece of metal rod that had previously been part of the houses structure. In one final desperate move, I used my magic to lift the metal and fling it with all my force in Zelda’s direction. Honestly, I have no idea how I managed it, perhaps it was luck, or perhaps there was someone above watching over me, mercifully giving me a second chance, but somehow distracted by her own magic, Zelda doesn't notice the flying metal headed straight in her direction and

I raised my head just as the first zinc-plated enforcer dropped from the darkness of the ceiling girders. He didn't use a parachute or a cable. He landed directly on the central concrete walkway, his four-toed magnetic claws punching two-inch craters into the solid masonry with a concussive bang that shook the marrow in my shins. His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke.