Guerrier の小説・ストーリー

It bears the crest of the kingdom of Gallia. His counterpart wears a steel armor with chinks on multiple areas. There are multiple scratches on his helmet, signifying that this is an enemy with adequate battle experience. He brandishes his halberd with a red scarf affixed on the base of the blade. The man did not wear a helmet. His facial features remind everyone, who has seen him, of a tiger waiting to pounce at an enemy. A sharp bushy eyebrow with eyes below them that seem to melt anything that they gaze. The barren field makes a perfect arena for the two challengers.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

the Taurqon said clearly in the common tongue. Andric stepped forward and knelt. The height of the dais, as well as the leader’s stature, made him appear a child by comparison. Meeting the Taurqon’s gaze, he spoke. “Great Taurqon,” he began, wondering if his human tongue gave the title proper pronunciation, “I have come in the name of the Guardians and representing the Grenyaar on a mission of peace.” There was an uncomfortable pause as the Minotaur gazed down on him. Andric waited patiently. Finally the Taurqon spoke again. “Why do the Grenyaar concern themselves with the Shujaari? We have no reason to deal with them.”

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

expression. Regal ran his fingers into his pockets, took out an elbow length rod and clicked a button on the side. A sharp blade shot out from the top. He extended it into a spear length and took his stance, ready for battle. This weapon was the one he picked at the tournament held for the members of various mercenary groups. Tess had praised him for making a good choice unlike Li and Neo who both bought glitter bombs.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Hector took out two mithril swords from his cabinet and held them simultaneously. "Are we going to have a duel?" I asked to confirm. "Yes, I want to personally experience the power of your fighting skills and your sword. After all, I used to be an adventurer myself." "Alright, where shall we have our battle?" Reluctantly, I agreed to his request. I also wanted to experience fighting against a veteran adventurer, and perhaps gain some experience from this battle. When I looked at Mr. Hector's statistics, he was a former adventurer with a B rank and worked as a warrior. That might explain why his body was muscular, despite being a merchant. Merchants in my mind, based on stories and novels, we

The word echoed. Banished. Leo’s fingers tightened around his wooden wolf. Lia glanced at him. He met her eyes—steady, trusting, brave in the way only children could be. She smiled. “I understand,” she said clearly. Marrec stepped back. “Begin.” The first challenger stepped forward immediately. A warrior named Rusk—broad, aggressive, known for his loyalty to tradition. He didn’t shift fully, but his eyes glowed faintly, his stance predatory. “You don’t belong here,” he said flatly. “And neither does your child.”