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Chapter 4 A Confident Look
"An arrogant one you are," he said between long, labored breaths.
"You're mistaking confidence for arrogance," Siamera replied, "a rather common mistake."
Slowly raising his sword, he points it at her. "Let's see how confident you'll be after I cut off a limb or two."
"If you're feeling froggy ." She smiles. "Then jump," motioning with her hands for him to charge her.
He laughs as he draws his sword back and runs straight for her again. She braces herself for his attack but inches before reaching her, he propels himself in the air. Lifting his giant sword up over his head as his large form blocks out the sun, then plummets down over her. Siamera rolles out of the way right before the sword buries itself in the arena ground.
"Didn't think he'd take me literally," she quietly, muttered to herself.
Pulling his sword from the dirt, "for someone so confident you runaway a awful lot."
"As opposed to getting my head cut off, yeah I guess I kind a do," Siamera replied, picking herself up
Chapter 3 Face to Face
The light stung her eyes, a few seconds pass before everything regained its color. The dirt arena, the high granite walls, the thousands of spectators staring down on her all came within focus.
As well as the large figure standing in the center of the ring. The closer she got the more she realized, Monrey was right he's big....and hairy.
He had to be every bit of eight feet tall and nearly as wide.
"No big deal," she muttered to herself. "I've fought bigger." This attempt to comfort herself didn't work though. The confidence she proudly displayed just a few minutes ago had taken a serious blow...but hadn't vanished entirely.
She stopped and looked up at this massive beast of a man who towers over her five foot seven frame.
"You to be my next victim," he asked through a heavy accent of some kind.
"Let's wait until the match is over then decide who's the victim," she responded in her best nonchalant manner.
A roar of laughter erupted from this mountain of hair standing before her. "You'r
Chapter 5 A Challenge
This is bad; the thought runs through her mind. She strikes out with her foot almost on impulse, it was a feeble attempt to separate them. But all she hits is air and with her amazement at that fact she gave him an opening. As the next thing she knows is his strong fingers wrapping around her ankle. Oh this is really bad; the thought echoed louder.
She felt herself become weightless, thrown through the air like a stick for a dog by its master. With no way of softening the blow, she skips like a blunt stone across the surface of the arena dirt. After a couple of good bounces she manages to roll to a stop clear across the stadium floor.
It is a moment or two till she‘s able to move, it takes everything in her to ignore all the aches and pains as she slowly lifts herself up.
“Why so quiet,” Silex asked proudly, strolling back to the center of the arena. “Cat got your tongue.”
“Cute,” she replies, spitting a small mixture of sand and blood. “
chapter 1 Determined to Win
The door swung open to a dimly lit, partially crowded parlor. Monrey surveyed over the random groups of patrons heavy in conversation. The look on her face lightened when she caught sight of the dark corner of the room. There, sitting in a booth was the person she had spent the last hour looking for.
With a grin, she began crossing the room in a determined stride. She weaved her way in between tables filled with large, ominous looking creatures.
They would pause with quick glances over shoulders, and from tops of mugs filled with ale. Before quickly returning to their conversation.
Either not noticing or pretending not to notice she boldly cut a path to the small figure in the far booth.
Coming to a stop at the edge of the table she hesitated. There before her were several stack of dishes at least five high. Most picked clean others with small scraps of food sticking out from between them.
In the seat sat a young, dark-haired cat.
She was slumped in her seat with her long legs outstret
Our Baby Chapter 13Chapter 13
Falcon sat on the couch while Wolf was in the backyard mowing the grass. In a few hours, they were going to Tammy's house for the party. He heard the doorbell. "Come in." He yelled. It was hot that day and he was too lazy to get up. He sat up when he heard Jaz and Arya giggling. The girls ran to him and hugged him. "Hey girls how are you feeling?" They sat on the couch, one on each side of him. He looked up when he heard Marie. "Hey Marie. I hope you brought bathing suits for everyone; it is a pool party after all."
"Where is my brother hiding? What did you do, lock him in the basement?" Falcon and the girls laughed.
"No, he is mowing the lawn in the back. He should be in soon; he said it was too nice a day to pass up lawn work. Power to him I say, I think it is too hot to do anything." He leaned back on the couch and smiled at his nieces. He still felt weird calling them that. They leaned on him with their head on his shoulders. "Alright what did you two do or what do you w
Our Baby Chapter 10Chapter 10
Falcon pulled on his black pants and buttoned them. He pulled his shirt down and stopped when his hand was over his stomach. He smiled as he felt his children moving. "This is it, daddy and I are getting married today. Then we just have to wait for you two to be born. We already have everything ready for you. You both have your own cribs and we even picked what you would wear for you first day home. We have everything planned out. Nothing can go wrong right?" He smiled when the babies kicked as if in approval. He looked at the door when he heard knocking.
"Falcon, its your mother, now open the door and let me in." He smiled and walked to the door letting his mother in. He hugged her as she kissed his cheek. "You look beautiful Falcon. I am so proud of you. Look at you, you're getting married, you're having twins. Everything is perfect." Althea said, as she looked him over. "I feel so proud to be your mom. I just wish your dad cared enough." She wiped a tear from her cheek at
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part Two((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I couldn't stop him. I tried. I did what I could, but nothing I could've tried would've stopped the inevitable.
Prowl, please forgive me. I did what I could to make sure he wouldn't desecrate your body, but... Allspark, whatever he does to you, I can only hope that in the end, we'll be able to get you back. If not, I swear to all, I'll kill him with my bare hands...
Part Two: Agent of Chaos
Jazz was silent as Ratchet worked on repairing his injuries to the best of his ability. The medic was not matching his gaze, and Jazz was not sure he wanted him to. Really, no one was looking at the cyberninja. The feeling of defeat was permeable in the makeshift medbay, and not a single spark there was willing to admit it.
Lockdown got away, Bumblebee reported solemnly, Sari
Kaijudo: Fire's Song Ch.3Kaijudo: Fire’s Song Ch.3
I do not own kaijudo as sad as it is.
Rachel stood there in awe as she took in the scene before her. A cavern, correction, a huge cavern opened up to her eyes. Stalagmites (or was it stalactites) draped down from the ceiling like giant curtains, they even had the flowing look to them. Beautiful buildings carved out of stone were set in perfect positions, almost like a small town. An arena was set close to the center, it looked like it was based off of the roman coliseum.
But what really caught her attention was the flying light pillars. In a way, those pillars almost seemed like flying saucers as they zipped and zoomed all over the place. Realizing that she was exposed, she quickly ducted into the shadows. She held her breath for a moment, then slid down. Corridor through corridor, she stayed in the darkness and shadows until she came upon a giant hallway with drawings on the celling. Looking at the elegant but crude drawings, the story depicted of an ep
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part 4((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
They say that at times, you can't even trust your own family. That someday, eventually, something will happen that will completely warp your beliefs... your acceptance of them. I guess for me, that day was a long time coming.
One would think I'd have learned not to trust so easily after experiences in my past left me where I am today. But I was given a good crew, and I put a great deal of stock in them.
I guess I just never thought something like this would happen...
Part Four: Amaranthine
Bit by bit, information was coming in. None of it was making Blaster happy, and he was tapping his fingers somewhat impatiently on a keypad as he waited for the next bit of data to filter through. Since the revelation that Longarm Prime was really Shockwave in disguise, he had pretty much taken over communicat
Kaijudo: Fire's Song Ch.4Kaijudo: Fire’s Song Ch.4
I do not own kaijudo as sad as it is.
Whirling around, Rachel kicked in her 3 second rule for combat. First second, judge your opponent. In front of her stood a large male, he was heavy, bald, orange beard and mustache, and apparently Scottish. Second well, second, find the weakness, which was obviously the peg leg. The third second, act!
Closing the gap between them, she felt her adrenaline rush. He stood his stance, ready to counter, but the attack never came. Instead, Rachel slipped behind him and swept her leg under him. She winced slightly as her leg contacted the wooden peg. She watched as the man lost his balance. Hearing the grunt as he fell face first into the stone floor, she turned and ran out. She figured she had about 15 to 30 seconds before he was able to sound the alarm and she wanted to put a lot of distance between them.
She felt her heart beat against her ribs, her senses heightened to extr
Kaijudo: Fire's Song Ch.8Kaijudo: Fire’s Song Ch.8
I do not own kaijudo as sad as it is.
“Now achalytes, begin” the small woman croaked. Rachel smoothly repeated the moves over and over again, smiling when she saw the flashes of bright light appear before her eyes. For the past few hours, she had been busy learning the basics of kaijudo. She was able to master making manna shields and doing basic control commands with Kenina. Now, she was working on creating portals through the vail to pull creatures out of. She easily copied Master Jaha’s moves and wasn’t even breaking a sweat, the other achalytes however…
“Enough” The commanding voice of Jaha rang out. Rachel watched as the other students were heaving, trying to get in as much air into their bodies as possible. The boys from earlier were also there, leaning over breathless.
“Now for this week’s assignment, you are to study the water civilization
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part One((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I've always thought of myself as a practical mech. I don't grab more than I can carry and if I find myself in a sitch too big for me to process, I know when it's the smart thing to bail. But once in a blue moon, an opportunity springs up that you just can't pass up. A perfect hit. That unsurpassed score.
No bounty hunter can pass that up. Not even me...
Part One: Gears and Glory
It did not take long for word to pass... at least not around Cybertron. According to what was said, the funeral had been stunning. There were precious few faces that were not in attendance at the gathering dedicated to the life and sacrifice of the cyberninja Prowl, whose actions had saved not just one small organic world, but also Cybertron itself. Those in attendance had spoken of the s
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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