Slash Man の小説・ストーリー

Multiple ammo came out with one shot banging through trees and leaves like walls, streams of endless bullets brightened the area and loud roars could be heard as they screamed in pain and distress. SLASH! He weaved as he felt a disturbed in the wind behind, he swirled into the air performing a swift backflip and landed behind the intruder. His head dropped, his goggle flashing to the darkness might. The Vampire turned at him, his nails extremely long and sharp. He dashed forward and slashed downward but Rapidfire bounced into the air acrobatically landing as stealth as a ghost on his feet, then launched forward like an arrow. He jerked an uppercut at his torso which send the latter sliding b

Bruised, bleeding, relentless. He fought like a man possessed. The agent tried to slam Lucian into the wall, but Lucian ducked, came up under the agent's arm, and *slammed* his elbow into the man's jaw. Then—pain. A sudden, sharp *sting*. Lucian looked down to see a knife embedded in his forearm. He gasped, staggered. Blood poured, hot and fast. But he didn’t falter. With a roar, he twisted, *pulled the blade free*, and used the handle to *slam* the agent’s temple. The masked man stumbled, dazed.

Bobby replied, swearing under his breath to do everything possible to nab the killers within the given time. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Damn! Slash his head dude’ Jake exclaimed excitedly, punching the buttons on his joystick as his avatar stood over Brandon after taking it down with a uppercut, it stood over the opponent and drew out a sword. Jake sat on the rug close to the TV, in order to have a close view and enjoy the game. Brandon was sitting on a stool not far from Jake at the other side, eyes glued to the TV screen with the other gamepad in his hand.

The water helped a little with the hangover, and after a while, I finally felt human enough to breathe properly. When I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist, my phone suddenly vibrated loudly from the bedroom. I walked out and answered without checking the caller ID. “What?” I asked coldly. “Well, good morning sunshine to you too,” Slash answered. I sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “You sound too energetic for someone who drank almost an entire box of whisky bottles.” “I naturally recover faster than you,” he bragged. “You are annoying.” “And you are dramatic.” I heard movement on his side before he chuckled.

His eyes narrow, just as I shout, “BEGIN!” I hear them, the four from last night, all rushing at me at once. I quickly glance at Markus who is watching but not moving so I spin, my foot slamming into the first warrior, Aaron, knocking him out cold. I pull my leg in, but let the momentum continue to spin me as I skip the second attacker, going for Nathan, and swiping his legs out from under him before slamming my elbow into his solar plexus and pushing the air out of his lungs.

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.

Miss Lan appeared in front of the demon and immediately slashed at him with her technique. "Damn it! Ghost Light!" Miss Lan, who had just slashed, suddenly couldn’t see the Demon, and she felt that her slash hadn’t hit anything. When everything returned to normal, sure enough, the Demon had vanished from her sight. BOOOOOMMMMM.. "I will definitely take my revenge; I, the Blood Demon, will never be afraid! Just wait, you filthy woman—my revenge is coming!"

And now you're telling me real men fight fair and square? 'Tsk. Truly, when shamelessness reaches its peak, it becomes invincible. 'Whatever. It's not worth arguing about.' With a thought, Ray launched another spatial severing slash. Cyrus clearly sensed danger but had no way to block it. All he could do was twist his head aside. Fortunately, he dodged just in time. The slash cut through his hair—but his hair had already been ironized, so the blow did nothing. Ray chuckled and sent out another spatial severing slash.

He picked a knife off the dining table, stared into her eyes, “I will slit your throat, it would be faster that way.” She closed her eyes, letting the final breath sink in as he cut it off before it reached the neck. It was bloody and messy, but not a stain of blood spilt on him. He had done it more times than not and had the time to train, time to practice quickest and less painful ways, slow and agonizing ways. He pulled his journal out, placing it on the table. The feather once white, tied to it. He unbinds them, then dipped the feather into her blood,

Johnathan launched a slashing attack towards Adam, but the latter blocked it effortlessly. While Adam focused his attention on blocking Johnathan's attack, Warren sidestepped him and slashed him from behind. Adam didn't expect Warren to work with Johnathan, since he thought they hated each other's guts. But that assumption turned into quite a miscalculation. Though Warren connected fully, his slash didn't do as much as he expected. It drew a little blood, but that was about it.