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The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

He knows he's got to prove he's tough enough and deserving enough to marry Jess. Blade trailed the knife around his throat and then down his chest towards his crotch. He stabbed right between Axel's legs into the chair merely inches from his cock. Axel still didn't move or speak. "Think we got a tough guy here, huh Sarge?" Ryder asked. "My turn." Ryder pulled out his gun. He aimed at Axel's right leg and pulled the trigger. It just clicked. Axel did close his eyes but immediately opened them. He aimed at the left leg, click. Axel clenched his jaw.

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

"Are you trying to discriminate? We never know who Hunter Violet is. Even the name is -!" "But in previous mission to kill Luna Arbary, Hunter Violet was seen as a man, even the clothes were men's. On top of that, rumors said Hunter Violet shared bed with the target. The Luna Arbary would have noticed that someone was wrong if she had consummated on her wedding night!" I didn't say anything as I walked through the hallway of my Packhouse. The rumor said Hunter Violet would do anything to fulfill the missions. So I wasn't surprised that they spent the night with Luna Arbary before killing her.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Something was happening. Zahur’s man saw my distraction and struck. His blade whipped across my arm like a line of fire, but he didn’t bring his guard up in time, so I jabbed my knife directly into his gut. He slumped, and I slit his throat to make certain he was dead.

he demanded, as if he had every right. "And if I don't?" Laurence's eyes darkened with malice. "If you don't, don't blame me for making you end up like us. I'm sure you don't want to get infected, right?" Zoey stepped forward, pulling out a small knife. She sliced it across her wrist, and with a bloodied blade in hand, she pointed it at me, her face contorted with fury. "If this knife even touches you, you'll be just like us—infected with HIV," she hissed.

With a thrust of his spear, he pierced through one woolly mammoth. Since he had no one to protect him, he could not unseal his restrictions like Lynn to directly reach stage nine of the martial celestial god realm. Seeing Walter and Barry help him block the charging mammoths while Lynn was still unsealing her restrictions, Chase launched an offensive against her. He waved his right hand, and the Greedy Wolf Blade appeared. The blade, several thousand feet long, slashed down from the sky, cutting a blank area through the hundred thousand troops Lynn had summoned. Green blood and Zago corpses were scattered everywhere, emitting waves of foul stench.

Matteo growled as he reached down to the thick leather sheath strapped to his right thigh. He pulled his sharp silver combat blade free and the metal caught the bright light of the crystal chandelier above us. Matteo pressed the razor-sharp edge of the silver blade directly against the thick pulse point of Azriel's carotid artery. The wolf froze instantly because he knew the silver metal would burn straight through his veins and kill him in seconds. Azriel let out a soft and pathetic whimper as the silver blade seared a faint red line into his dark fur. "You shifted in a crowded hall and you endangered innocent people because your ego got bruised," Matteo told the trapped beast in a low and