روايات وقصص ضمن Zenless Zone Zero Street Fighter Collab

My fingers move fast on the keyboard. I have to get this paper work done with before it clocks 7pm. I can't help but smile as I think of Collins. He's been acting off but suprisingly, yesterday he brought up the topic of a date by 7pm today. Not just that, he also bought me an outfit to wear later tonight.

I had to prove myself, there is no other choice. “Ofcourse.” I replied. My training partner was a rotund man, with a large belly fold under his uniform, he towered above me like a wall, and yet there was this concentration in his stance. It looked like he would smash me in seconds. “Begin!” It happened so fast, no one could really believe what just occurred but my partner who I later found out was Rodriguez Zelster, he knelt on the floor, the black pupil in his eye rolled back, revealing only the white.

But before we could make it far enough, the second Gamma took a step forward, his face contorted with rage. “You think you can just walk away from this, you punk?” he sneered. “You’re not even part of this pack. You’re nothing but an outsider.” Zero’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then I’ll make sure you stay down, pup.” He lunged, moving faster than I could process. The Gamma barely had time to react before Zero had him pinned to the ground. Zero’s claws sank into the Gamma’s throat, and in one swift motion, he ended the threat. The Gamma’s body went limp in Zero’s grip, lifeless.

He was hopeful now, as the rarity of the points was a testament to their value. “F*ck off!” Zephyr cried out, his voice rolled with electricity. Many fighters turned their gaze towards his direction. At the same time, a big burst of energy blew out from Zephyr's room. In an instant, a silhouette was sent flying out, violently crashing into the floor.

It was nearing dusk when Zane stepped into the southern courtyard—the one without cameras, the one left unguarded by design. Snow still fell and the cold in the air had teeth, but he moved like the chill didn’t touch him. He was shirtless again, his skin humming with heat as he sparred with one of the estate’s chosen trainers. The movements were quick, sharp causing the beading of sweat at his temple, breath measured and sure. He struck, deflected, spun, dropped, disarmed.

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

That situation would have been broadcasted to everyone through the large scroll, and such a situation—staggering back—would have made him seem weak. Zelter sighed, his expression darkening a bit. However, it did nothing to diminish his sharpness. After all, he had managed to completely block the fighter's attack. It was just that the clash hurt him a little. Zelter took a deep breath and composed himself before he shattered the energy crystal with a slash and walked to the next room. Meanwhile, in another isolated space, Looney had composed himself and walked into the seventh room. It did not matter what difficulty the warriors picked; the rooms would still have the same number of enemies. L

Kanji has been cheering for Leila because he’s been annoyed with Zen’s attitude since the last mission. "I demand a rematch!" Leila did not accept defeat and sent sweet-faced Zen another in-game PVP request. "All right, get ready to lose once again." Zen accepted the challenge. "Not too fast. Last match, I was just getting used to this game. This time I'm going to control the match like an AB satellite I just hacked a few days ago." "I can do that too." "There's no way you can do it faster than me!" And in front of the Intel department, there’s an individual eavesdropping on the two new members, who are heatedly bragging over one another.

There was yet another long pause before Zidane broke it with a grim, low voice, “Alright. I’m game.” His eyes were nailed to Zayn. Jordan became anxious. “You really think this is fine, Zidane?” He smiled, his face beaming with confidence. “Why wouldn’t it be? I whooped him the last time without breaking a sweat, and I can wipe the floor with his *ss again this time!” With that said, he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves coolly, like he was preparing for a photo shoot.