Lance X Dot の小説・ストーリー

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

Lance came into view and said loud enough for everyone to hear, 'Mine. It all became a blurry of shouts and expression of surprise and suddenly black dots filled my head and I blacked out.

Blood spread across the floor while Hayley stood there calmly, her boot planted on his corpse. "If you want to judge me," she said coldly, "say your names." The entire hall went silent. Everyone felt their heartbeat skip. Even here, even when surrounded by enemies, she was still a violent storm. Lance stared at the girl standing in blood below him. His eyes gleamed. "My name is Lance Delgado," he said. "I'm the base director of Ark One." As soon as he spoke, the masked figures on both sides followed. "I'm Gerard Ford, director of Ark Two."

In another compartment was a collection of crossbows and oddly enough, rattan sticks. Noah ignored all of these and opened a small shelf to reveal a gun collection that would make any gun enthusiast proud. Asher blew air out of his mouth, puffing his cheeks as he let the air out with a low whistle. “How peaceful was Ezra Dark Storm?” he wondered out loud. “He was the best Alpha I ever knew,” Lance commented with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Yet you killed him,” Noah said from the ground. He didn’t look up at Lance but the weight of his hatred was palpable in the air.

Burke was responsible for close combat, while Cole would bombard her with relentless firepower. Lastly, Rui’s task was to distract Ogre and Hannah, and if the opportunity arose, he would use mental shock to harass Elisa. "Lancelot, be careful. Todd’s ability mainly enhances his eyes and dynamic reflexes. He’s known as the Eagle Eye, the best marksman in our training camp. Your steel body can’t be activated yet, so be cautious," Rui warned. Lancelot nodded slightly in agreement.

Axel whispers to Lance next to me. I open my eyes that have a reddish tinged vision to them. I feel my hands held but am desperate to have them back. “Please…please…no…no…” I beg but quickly move on to sobbing. “Do I have your permission to inject Lance?” Doctor Wessex says standing near my legs. Lance looks at me with pure terror in his eyes before sighing and nodding with his agreement. “Just do it!” I feel the sharpness of a needle in my thigh and cry out in pain. My screams are painful to create, let alone to hear.

Upon hearing Laney's words, the expressions on Demarcus and his son's faces turned unsightly. However, they didn't say much. Lannon was a bit impatient and shouted at Laney, "Why waste time talking to them? Kill them first!" Laney remained silent and looked coldly at Demarcus and his son. Her eyes had a fierce look, and she swiftly released a chilling radiance from her right hand. The cold radiance twisted in the air, transforming into several ice spikes that shot toward Demarcus and his son like a storm of blossoms.

Ridiculing Lance more. Lance were never insulted like this, nor someone make fun of him. Madden, he shouted, “Shut up! Just bring it on!” “Accept my offer, I'm warning you.” Zitrey said while playing the ball on her fingers. “If not, you will terribly lose.” The referee was about to blow the whistle. “Who are you scaring off? I'm Lance Von Lumiere, a man who never been defeated. No one stand before me nor standing with the same level as me. To my presence, your just, an ant Zitrey!”

When they reached the little red dot on the mountain, they saw a cedar tree that was covered in snow and icicles. Lance was under the tree, completely frozen. He was leaning against a tree, neatly dressed. His face looked peaceful and quiet. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was still breathing. His face was covered with a layer of frost. His eyelashes were icy, and he sat there with one leg bent in a relaxed and nonchalant posture. He looked cold, sharp, firm, and motionless. They knew that Lance was already dead. This picture seemed frozen in their minds.

"Lance, are you deliberately sending them to bully Soulrend Pack?" She tried to release Luna's soothing aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance's cedar dominance, stumbling three steps. Alpha Howell, already indecisive, was now completely flustered at seeing Dwight beaten. He was about to speak when Lance's sudden golden-red vertical pupils pinned him in place—the surging menace in them made his nape glands tighten. "Alpha Howell, I suggest you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me," Lance's cedar aura carried a chilling warning.