#beretta the pupil

[void-punktactics]

Fight Club

Shout out as always to @krillissue and @dastardlydandy for letting their little guys have a playdate with my little guy! Welcome to the second instalment of pure fan service (the fans being me and my two actual fans) oc bullshit. I had a great time writing this.

TW for violence as should be expected from something titles Fight Club

Beretta was smart, Beretta made good decisions. Beretta

was going to break that son of a bitch’s nose if he didn’t get away from their brother.

They weren’t being paranoid, it wasn’t an unhealthy paranoia. This time. “August” as he was now called couldn’t be trusted. Not by Beretta and not around Viper. Not around the one thing they managed to keep. It didn’t help that apparently that goddamn worm was hanging around too. Something to worry about later. Right now their concern was on the white haired man they shared a table with.

“So…Beretta? That’s an interesting name-” He’d been trying to make conversation for the past hour, regardless of the failures.

“Do you wanna fight?” They finally interrupted, putting him out of his misery.

“What?” He blinked, a little owlish.

“Fight, big man. Do you wanna have a go in the ring? I’ve been dying for a challenge and you seem like my first shot at one.” And they’d love a chance to show off just what they could do when they were trying.

Viper leaned in close to August, his whisper hardly that. “Say no. She’s insane.” His grin said he didn’t mean it. It still stuck a cord but they brushed it off to raise an eyebrow at August.

A challenge.

“I’m tellin’ you Jangles. She bites, might have rabies.” Viper chuckled, elbowing Beretta in the side until they grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Just enough to hold, not to hurt.

“I’ll show you rabies.” They bite at the air with a wicked grin.

“Sure. I guess we can go a round.” August cut in.

“Great! It’ll be fun. Some no holds barred fun.” Beretta’s grin turned its attention to August.

“Maybe a little holds barred?” He downed the rest of his drink and stood.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Auggie.” They sniped back.

Paying their tab the three head down to where the fights were starting to die down. It was late in the night and most of the action was over. The ring was clear long enough for Beretta to jump down and claim it for the next fight.

They tossed their jacket up to Viper and made a show of cracking their knuckles. The look he gave them read clear, he didn’t think they’d win. Not without a pity throw. But he hadn’t seen Beretta fight and he couldn’t remember their track record for breaking sparring partners.They’d show him, they would show everyone. It had been a while since Beretta had someone think they were weak and they soaked in the feeling of being underestimated.

They clue back into the fight just in time to dodge out of the way of a fist. They duck under his arm and spin around, kicking him in the back of his knees.

He stumbles but doesn’t fall, whipping around and aiming another punch, Beretta lets it hit. It sends them stumbling back a few steps but it was a weak hit. He was definitely holding back.

“Don’t go easy on me, Nash. Ain’t fun if only one of us is trying.” They taunt, darting forward and putting their elbow in his gut.

It’s his turn to stumble, he may not be Eye anymore but he’s still strong. Stronger than he acts. “It’s not fun if I hurt my friend's sister either. I don’t wanna hear about how annoying it was putting you back together.”

“Boooo. Come on. Fight me!” They duck another punch. “Lazarus.”

The next punch connects and it hurts. It hurts and it's the best feeling in the world. Beretta grins with blood on their teeth and they know that despite the lost memories Lazarus had not lost his abilities.

The fight turns bloody after that. Beretta turns to tooth and nail to work around being outmatched in strength but they weren’t built to be muscle. The good doctor designed them better than that. But there was only so long they could outsmart someone like August Nash. And it was always a tricky thing to put down a man already dead.

They lose. It’s inevitable and Beretta is hauled up out of the ring on their opponents shoulder with a wild smile on their face and blood running from their nose. They would be bruised in a few hours, their nose broken, definitely confused from when they had hit the ground at some point.

It had been a damn good fight.

August dropped them in a chair next to Viper, he had kicked out the last medic for the sake of treating them himself. He had on a knowing little smile, what exactly he knew Beretta’s head hurt too much to figure it out but it was certainly something he was going to be smug about later.

“Told ya’. Rabies”

“Shut it, doc. I think I went a little too hard on her…” He nudged her back into sitting from where they had flopped against his shoulder.

“I c’n take it. C’mon, back in th’ ring big shot. I’ll show ya’.” They slurred, trying to stand only for August to push them gently back into their seat. For how he was treating them now you wouldn’t think he was the one that had done this to them. The thought made Beretta giggle to themselves.

Once bandages and ice had been applied August dismissed himself back to his graveyard for the night. Beretta watched him go with a sigh. 

Viper’s grin was decidedly gloating. “You like him dont you.”

“Tolerate…he ain't half bad.”

[dastardlydandy]

⚠︎︎BERETTA THE PUPIL ⚠︎︎

Hey look I do art too! (what can’t he do? /j)

Here’s a little multimedia page spread for @void-punktactics of their trisona Beretta!! Gunsmoke’s finest autism super soldier <<33

[sydsaint]

Heel Trent is so damn sexy <3

Summary: The reader finds herself In a steamy situation while alone in the Callis family locker room with Trent.

You finally finish up taking care of some business for Don involving the Jackson brothers and decide to head back to the locker room.

The hallway his empty as you make your way back to the locker room, and you find it empty as well when you arrive, save for Don's newest addition to the team. Trent.

"Hey, Trent." You flash him a casual smile as you shut the door behind you. "Don and the boys already leave for that tag match?" You ask him.

You click the locker room door shut and wait for Trents reply. But it doesn't come. At least, certainly not in the way you were expecting.

You turn around and gasp when you find Trent right up on you. He stares down at you with that new intense look of his, and your heart skips a beat.

"Trent? What are you doi-mmf." You go at ask Trent what's wrong, but get off by a sudden kiss.

Trent crashes his lips to yours, his body pressing into your smaller frame. You are forced back until your back his the wall, your hands trapped against his firm chest.

Your heart races in your chest as you desperately reciprocate Trents heated kiss. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his calloused hands grip your bare legs and slowly start to trail upwards.

"Trent." You mumble his name against his lips. "What are you doing?" You ask him, but Trent doesn't bother to reply. "Don and the guys. They could be back any time now." You try and warn him.

Trent and his new gruff persona captivated you from the moment he betrayed his former best friends and joined up with Don and the family. And coincidentally, Trent wasted almost no time in making it known that he was into you. But the two of you have been keeping these little redevous on the down low in order to avoid a headache with Callis.

"Shh." Trent pulls back for a second and presses his finger to your lips, subsequently dragging your bottom lip down playfully once he's silenced you. "They just barely left. We've got time, baby." He insists before crashing his lips back to your in a heated kiss.

You hook your arms around Trent's neck, complying with his need for attention. And his hands travel back down to your legs. But this time Trent's hands don't stop wandering upwards when they reach the hem of your skirt. You gasp when his hands slip behind your skirt and continue their accent. Trent's hand dances up your thigh until they reach the oh-so-enticing hemline of your lace underwear. Goosebumps litter your skin as you feel Trent's fingers trace the line of your underwear, teasing you so damn sweetly it's fucking criminal.

"Trent, please." You pant breathlessly. "Not here." You beg him, your free hand moving down to stop him.

Don finding out that you and Beretta have been sleeping together on your off time is one thing. But you're pretty sure you'd die of embarrassment if Don, or anyone from the team for that matter, caught you and Trent in the locker room like this.

Trent's hands stop moving and he pulls away from kissing you, his pupils dilated with lust. "Sorry, baby." He apologizes and removes his hands from under your skirt. "You just look so fucking sexy in this little skirt." He cups your face and kisses you again.

You wrap your arms around his neck again and kiss him back deeply. The man has got you so wrapped around his finger it's pathetic. Trent reaches downwards and hooks his arms around your legs, hauling you up into his arms. You let out a small gasp of surprise and have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling out of his grip.

Satisfied with his little trick, Trent turns around and walks both of you over to a chair where he sits down in it with you still on top of him.

"They'll be back soon," Trent admits, his hands wandering over your body. "Just one more kiss, baby. Then I'll leave you alone until tonight. Promise." He sets a hand on the small of your back and pushes you closer to him.

You lean down and kiss Trent again. The thought of letting him have what he wants crosses your mind. But the thought of getting caught overpowers Trent's spell on you.

The sound of the doorknob turning crackles through the room and you jump off of Trent at lightning speed. Trent grins, his hand grazing your ass as you climb off of him and situate yourself on the bench next to his chair.

The door swings open and Don steps inside the room with Ospreay, Hobbs, and Takeshita. He eyes you and Trent suspiciously but doesn't say anything.

"YN, you're back. Good." Don turns his attention solely on you. "I emailed you some stuff I need you to look at tonight." He informs you. "It's about Ospreays upcoming title match."

"Sure, Don." You nod and try to sound out of breath from your earlier activities.

You fetch your phone from your pocket and try to ignore Trents stupid smile being directed at you. It's still going to be a few hours before everyone heads back to the hotel. And you know that Trent is going to make sure you feel every agonizing second of it.

[yousxyloveisblind]

When it all fell silent, he knew the job was over. His body adjusted the chaotic rebuttal of every disgruntled scream or piercing wail. It reminded him that even at the top of the world, the gods couldn’t escape the desperation of the weak. Kağan didn’t like loose ends; even worse he despised the messiness of emotion. People became sloppy when they were overly invested into something or someone. The only thing he’d ever lusted over was cold hard cash. It had been the only friend he ever needed and the most resourceful revenue to ensure loyalty. It’s why he’d felt slighted by the unfortunate turn of his brightest pupils. Love made people crave things beyond their means. To fight to the edge of nothingness just to grab a little jewel of happiness that could easily be taken away. 

Serkan thought his love eclipsed his loyalty to the family. His hands soaked in red from the bills he attempted to steal. It had forced Kağan to act with the fury of a closed hand. A loud bang registered through the walls; a final punctation of betrayal screeching to an untimely haul. He didn’t often stand on this side of the gun because he’d a fleet of men who would happily take actions for the collective. This was different. A leader needed to show compassion and deal out punishment when he felt there was tension in the ranks. He’s happily pull the strings of his puppets taut until it broke. It was just how life evolved. 

The chrome barrel of the beretta cooled slowly against the unforgiving steel of his desk. Kağan wiped the few flecks of blood that sullied his skin with the silk square that was once tucked into the pocket of his suit. With a twisted scowl, he peeled off the layers of sullied material to be dealt with. His steeled gaze peering up at the clock over head. She’s late. Kağan clicked his tongue, his poised fingers held out for the newly pressed suit to materializing from the trembling grip of his assistant,  Piril, who was new to it all. He’d allow her to adjust at her own speed with caution. He fixed his collar as he peered out at the city. The foggy circles passing through the eyelets of his shirt, covering the spidering ink that painted his skin. He’s wait another five minutes before he ordered someone to collect her. 

Kick and screaming if he must. 

“Ben sabırlı bir adam değilim ama aklının başına geleceğini biliyordum..” his honeyed drawl missing the usual sharpness that he had reserved for those who dared to defy him. “I assume you’ve take time to review my proposal. I expect an answer tonight. I’m tired of waiting.” 

@oranythingdamn​

[ishu074991]

"You just took the wind out of the sails," She grates through her teeth seethingly pointing the Beretta M9 pistol at my face, "Don't take a single step forward or I'm going to make a hole in your skull." She screams.

I take a step forward with an almost deadpan expression on my face but there's a ghost of a smile lurking there, somewhere. She holds the pistol with both hands and waves it sharply back and forth in my direction. My lips morphed into a diabolical grin. I move further close in her direction.

"I swear to god, I'm going to shoot you!" She screeches at the top of her lungs, her threat seems genuine to me.

I almost pounced at her immediately. I didn't intend to put her down, I swooped my hand grabbed the slide, she couldn't shoot. Seizing the pistol, I point the muzzle right at my forehead exactly between my eyebrows.

"Shoot." I fizzled like a serpent.

I feel her entire body quivering right on my forehead. She was hyperventilating, her brows knitted together, our eyes trying to perforate each other. I see her pupils constricting and then...

Bang!!!

I burst into a fit of wicked satirical laughter sardonically right after she pulled the trigger. It just made a clicking sound. The magazine had no bullets. She stared at me flabbergasted, stupefied, scared and god knows what else. She pulled the trigger over and over again and realized there are no bullets.

"Now, give my pistol to me," I growl, all of a sudden my laughter changed into a menace.

She stares at me, agape. Probably thinking about what just happened.

"Game is over," I growl grasping the pistol off her hand, "Now take off your clothes, you impudent cunt." I snarled, jerking my head left and right cracking some bones.

[killua-and-company]

Keres looked around the room and waved her sister over from the birthday throne, Keres' twin leaped across the room to answer her sister's call "presenting my twin sister and wire user Nyx Beretta" Keres announced which caused Nyx to put her sister in a headlock.

Nyx was identical from height to the tiger tattoo on her right upper arm expect she had dark red pupils and wore her hair half tied up in the back, Nyx wore a dark red one shoulder dress, two sets of beaded bracelets and a beaded hair tie "Welcome guys, thanks for coming and for putting up with these two goofballs"

On the day of her birthday Keres and Killua waited outside the dorms flexing at each other, Keres wore a black and white strapless formal dress, wrappings on her legs and a pair black dress shoes while Killua wore a black dress shirt and pant combo, a dark blue vest and dark blue sneakers.

Team TRGT makes their way out of their dorm rooms, ready to celebrate their friend's birthday. Jax is dressed in a black suit and pants with an orange vest and black dress shoes. Riku is just wearing a red dress suit with a black vest, black pants, and shoes. Trident's suit and pants are dark blue with brown dress shoes. Enigma's outfit consists of a dark green suit and pants, a black shirt, and dark brown shoes.

[killua-and-company]

"It's good to see you both getting along, maybe after this the three of us, Alluka and Asura can have a family lunch before you meet with your lieutenants, what do say Beretta siblings?" Killua spoke with a smile before he sent backwards by a palm strike from his cousins, when his cousins jumped in for their follow up kicks Killua braced with his forearm only to be sent backwards.

-

Keres and the woman that shared her appearance excluding having black scleras and white pupils like her twin chuckled softly as they landed on the ground.

"Sounds good to me Kiki but we're playing like we use to right now so don't fall behind or we'll look down on you outside of our height, the dragon family's prodigy and our big cousin has to have some skills after all" the twins spoke in unison as they rushed to their cousin to attack him from his front and back at the same time.

-

Killua smiled brightly as he used his punches and kicks to deflect and counter the attacks of his cousins, as the exchange blows and counters increased in speed the three cousins started laughing out of joy at each other's skills and their reunion.

[dante0-0dante]

AL Wolfguard

(Feral version)

Name: AL Wolfguard

D. O. B.: April 6, 496

Age: 1524

Gender: male

Species: full blooded Wolf Demon

Occupation: feral demon

Relation: mother and father were killed when AL was six, got lost from his brother and sister (they are triplets) at age ten,

Orientation: straight

Relationship status: playboy

Smoker/drinker: drinks but can’t get drunk

Nationality: Germany 🇩🇪

Weapons: big claymore sword with wolf head (not a real wolf head) as a guard blade coming out it’s mouth with a bone on each side of the head for guard as well, a customized Springfield Armory XD-40 and customized Beretta APX

Strengths: demonic strength and speed, heighten senses semi high pain tolerance

Weakness: magic (can at least fight off mind control with some struggle), can sometimes underestimate some opponents, ill tempted

Abilities: fire, lightning, teleportation

Features:

•Hair: long (DMC4 Dante long) black on top red at tips

•Skin color: light peach almost pale

•Eye color: bright blue (pupils look like Inuyasha’s)

•Eye color (mad or demon form): red

•Height: 6 foot

•Weight: 300 pounds

•Devil trigger: best way to describe is armer that looks like a wolf

•Red markings on both cheeks that kind of look like whiskers (looks like Sesshomaru)

•Looks like he’s in his 20s

•has lip piercings, spider bites

•dark lining around the eyes

Likes: food, fighting, metal music, cars, weapons, training, video games, anime, manga, movies and tv shows, girls, power, blood

Dislikes: most fruits, magic users, smokers, rude people and not being stronger than everyone Jake

Zodiac sign: Aries ♈️

Lore: the same tragic story of his parents dying happens, but instead of being taken in by the village of humans they pursue him. Chasing him right into his grandfather’s arms. Aries, who then slays the humans and takes Al in. After years of being trained by Aries, Al tried to over throw his grandfather. He ultimately failed and barely escaped with his life. Now he roams earth, causing a lot of trouble. With humans, angels, and demons alike. Proving he is a force to be reckon with.

Some other characteristics: teasing/trickster/joker, sharp fangs and claws. Sarcastic, positive mindset, family first, foodie, energetic, loves to cook and play video games, likes animals,

Clothing: black sleeveless karate gi on top with red short sleeve shirt underneath, black special op jeans, weighted black gothic mid calf high boots, red trench coat, and cross pendant on a silver chain and a spike collar that was enchanted so that when AL speaks to anyone who doesn’t understand his language hears him in their language.

[wardsquake-nowandforever-blog]

Winter’s Secret Chapters 1-3

Winter’s Secret- A Marvel Universe Fanfiction AU  

Setting the Scene: This story is an AU that begins during Captain America Winter Soldier when Captain Rogers, Black Widow and Falcon are coming into contact with the winter soldier for the first time.

Introducing Original Character: Davina DuCaine aka Huntress. She is a shield agent and part of the inhuman and mutant universe.

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                                   Chapter 1: Cognitive Recalibration

         As Natasha cowers behind an abandoned car, the Winter Soldier pushes forward through the crowd who are desperately trying to escape the destruction caused by Hydra. Knowing from previous battles with him, she had dialed an emergency code as fast as she can could when she first saw him. A bullet to the shoulder, her pulse is pounding so fast she can barely breath .With each second the one opponent that she has never been able to best gets closer to ending her life. Suddenly the monstrous roar of a crotch rocket speeding its way towards her is her saving grace. Backup has arrived.

“Bad Dog!” Nat can hear screamed from behind her. She twists around the car to see a woman casually strolling towards the soldier who is now standing on top an SUV, a rocket launcher rifle pointed in her direction.  Pulling twin Berettas from  hip holsters the strange woman begins barraging the soldier with cover fire as she screams over her shoulder.

“Nat get Cap to safety!”

Before checking to see if they were clear, she rushes the soldier. Within a series of charged kicks and a series of left hooks to his shoulder she has disarmed him and drove him under the cover of the overpass. As he pulls a knife, she throws off her aviator shades and gracefully flicks her hands to the sides of his face; tendrils of shadow radiate from her fingers as she catches his gaze.

“It’s time for some cognitive recalibration.” she sneers, dropping the power.

“Razdrobit!” She growls in Russian, while her pupils shift into predatory slits.

His knife falters,  his eyes blinking rapidly like waking from a dream.

A smile spreads across her lips as he slowly looks her up and down. Standing before him in her leather jacket and jeans, weapons strategically placed all along her body as her raven hair flows around her in the breeze.

While he centers himself she snatches his earpiece, crushing it beneath the heel of her boot.

“Vina?” He whispers huskily, confused at the woman in front of him.

She reverts her eyes back to normal, putting her hand up halting him from speaking.

“First... the muzzle.” She interjects, her fingers wrapping around the lower face mask, yanking it off his face.

“How?” he begins once again but she can feel the Hydra operatives drawing into their location.

She shushes him into silence, leaning forward she quickly whispers into his ear, following with a roundhouse kick to his face, making him stumble backwards as she sprints to her motorcycle, burning rubber as she speeds away from the onslaught of agents.

Cracking his jaw, he picks up the rifle and rejoins the forces. Now with newly awoken urgency inside of him.

                                                 Chapter 2: Reconnect

Hours of debriefing followed by repairs to his arm leave the Winter Soldier desperate for his next mission. The following evening one such event arose, Hydra leader Pierce called him late at night for briefing, he is to track down and eliminate two rogue shield agents that had managed to escape the city. He was given a 72 hour window to complete the task yet the first thing he had on his mind was the address whispered in his ear that he couldn’t seem to shake from his consciousness.

   Using the cover of darkness he scaled rooftop after rooftop, traversing many obstacles along the way to guarantee he remained a ghost within the city. Hours passed and he finally stumbled upon the rooftop entrance to the address, slipping through the high tech security system and dropping down into the dark apartment.

Scouting each and every room he discovered it empty and bare except for a thin mattress on the floor, duffle bags by the door and food canisters sporadically placed along the counters.

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Hours later the sound of tumbling cogs in the doors’ lock groan throughout the room. Creeping through the entrance, pistol at the ready; the woman shifted through the shadows readying her aim at the figure sitting by the table.

The closer she steps towards the intruder his features becoming exposed. The gun swung limp to her side.

“Comrade?!” she beseeched breathless.

Slowly he stood, crossing the distance between them.

“Vina?” He whispered again.

Holstering her pistol against her thigh, she changes her luminous green eyes to slits once again.

He lets out the breath he had unknowingly been holding as she jumps forward wrapping her arms around his neck, tears searing her eyes.

Her body calms as the warm heaviness of him envelopes her in his embrace; his metal fingers beginning to stroke her hair.

“How long?” he questions, his voice gravelly from unuse.

“9 years.” she mutters.

His grip on her tightens, clasping her closer to him.

An eternity later they finally break apart, as she steps away he gently wipes at her tear stained cheeks, as small smile spreading across his face as he looks into her catlike eyes. Her cheeks flush, blinking away the slitted pupils that drew his attention.

“How did you find me?” he began, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall.

It’s my job.” She replied, finally taking  a minute to remove her jacket.

“What?” He growls.

She took a deep breath, “Eight years ago S.H.I.E.L.D recruited me, I’m a specialist.”

He remained still as a statue, processing the information, “What about? Do they know about your?”

“Powers. Yes, they know.” She stated, a tint of venom in her words.

“Do they know the full extent?” He urged, She paused for a second, hearing the worry in his voice. Turning back to him, her face softened.

“No… no they don’t I won’t let them find out either. They think I’m a mutant and I am keeping it that way.”

He strode to her once more, putting his hands on her arms, “Davina, do they know where you came from...what happened before?”

She shook her head, “ Nyet... but the director does know where I was first trained.”

He ran his hand through his hair, turning away from her only to spot sunlight breaking through on the horizon.

“I’ve stayed too long.” He groaned, frustrated.

“I know.” She whispered, shifting  her eyes back to slits. As he turned back towards her, her hands snapped up to rest on either side of his head, shadows dancing from her fingertips.

“Zamok,” She chanted, her Russian fluid and perfect as the tendrils locked away his recent memories of her, so deep not even Hydra could ever wipe them away.

He refused to look back at her once her power had subsided, as he headed for the skylight to make a quick escape, her voice rang out.

“I’ll miss you Comrade.”

He simply nodded knowing that if he looked back he wouldn't be able to leave, and that this mission might be the end of her.

                                                           Chapter 3: Winter’s Past

        ** December 13,1996**** 22:50 hours****Rural Province in Romania**

  Hydra is slowly pushing their reign of terror across the country, driving out and destroying  all those who oppose them; leading their army is the Winter Soldier. After the onslaught of bullets, flamethrowers and panzers have rolled through on this bone freezing night, the soldier does one last sweep to uncover hidden enemies as the tanks and trucks move on towards the next province.

The once crisp white snow is now saturated in crimson, slick beneath his boots. Carefully he listens and watches with his heightened senses, rifle pointed at the ready as he wanders over the smoking remains of a bombed building; with each motion creaking boards and breaking glass echo through the field.  

    After his final sweep he heads to his motorcycle, as he holsters his rifle on his back he pauses, the softest whimper drifting his way on gusts of wind coming from the far side of the devastation. Quickly drawing his pistol he rushes toward the sound, it takes mere seconds for him to charge across the huge field. As he reaches the outskirts of the black forest the raspy whimper is louder. Silently he tracks it, cautiously digging  his boot through the snow till he hits a solid unmoving mass.

      Kneeling down in the frigid snow he quickly begins to dig. Within minutes the still form of a child is revealed. Her thin grey scrubs covered in blood and ash, her breathing raspy and shallow. The stinging metal of his pistol against her temple forces her eyes open, revealing her slitted pupils which were quickly clouding over, her life slipping away in the arctic night.

  Gently he rolled her frozen form into his arms, noticing the twisted symbol of Leviathan printed on the sleeves of her raggedy shirt.

“Eu nu am făcut-o,” She wheezed, going limp in his embrace.

Her words, “I did not do it.” Puzzled him as he carried her to his motorcycle.

He could feel her heart rate slowing rapidly as the bike roared to life, her lifeless form pressed tightly against his body. His programming screamed at him to end her life because if she was part of  Leviathan she was an enemy of Hydra but his gut refused to let the helpless child waste away.

   He urged his bike faster and faster through the blistering wind, frantic to locate the small dilapidated hunting cabin Hydra had cleared earlier that day.  Seconds felt like hours as he glanced down every few seconds only to see her frostbite taking hold. Finally after racing through the growing blizzard he found the shack, rushing her inside. Gently he laid her frozen body on the floor next to a crumbling fireplace. Her hands clung to his metal forearm as he turned to make his way back to the bike for supplies.

 Kneeling back down he brushed the hair from her forehead, her lips, a deep shade of blue quivered as her eyes fought to focus.

“Shhhh,” he soothed sensing the fear in her inaudible cry. “I will be right back.” he assured her.

After he had built a fire and brought in his bedroll, she was now sleeping. He sat against the wall watching, knowing full well she most likely wouldn’t survive the night.

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     He wasn’t sure when he drifted off but it must have only been a few hours because the sun was nowhere to be seen. His attention instantly snapped to the child, who was bundled in his bedroll but shivering so hard he could hear her teeth chattering from across the room.  Without thinking he crossed the room and laid down next to her, propping himself up on his arm and pulling her in close. The warm humming of his metal arm soothed away some of the tremors as he rubbed circles along her back.

    Slowly her eyes opened making a weary smirk spread across his tired features. Her once cloudy irises now a vibrant predatory green.

“I didn’t do it.” She whispered.

“What didn’t you do?” he asked, readjusting the blanket to bundle her more.

“The storm.”

“What storm?” he responded, a puzzled look on his face.

“The one that killed all the people.” She whimpered burying her head in her frostbitten hands.

He gently lifted her face to his, silently amazed by the slitted pupils staring back at him.

“No, of course that wasn’t you. It was…” he paused unsure what to answer, “Me and my men.”

They sat in silence for a long while,  “Thankyou.” she rasped.

He composed himself, vexed by her answer.  

“Why do you think you could have hurt anyone?” He questioned.

“If I tell do I have to go back?”

He knew that fear. “Never,” He growled.

She twisted slightly exposing her hands, crackles of power began emanating from her in coils of shadow.  Night itself seemed to radiate off of her till the entire room was engulfed in darkness.  She cried out in pain as it retracted back to her, her eyes finally shifting to normal as beads of sweat rolled down her face.  

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered. “I don’t feel good.”

He shook his head, “You are very special, don’t ever be ashamed of that.”

Her tiny cheeks flushed at the compliment.

“What’s your name little one?” He asked.

She thought for a moment, “The man who gave me medicine called me Davina.”

He sat up and carefully moved her into his lap, she stared as he pulled a flask of now lukewarm water from his pack. He knew since her core temperature was rising it was time to treat her severe frostbite the best he could.  

“This is going to hurt but I promise it will help you feel better.” He assured her, carefully dipping her fingers in the bowl.

Not even a wince, she sensed him staring at her worried. “ It’s ok, I’m use to pain.”

Anger flooded his veins as he held her close taking the time to carefully examining her.

“Davina… did they hurt you?” He questioned staring at the Leviathan insignia on her tattered scrubs.

She stayed silent, fixated on her fingers.

“Davina.” he called, reclaiming her attention.

“Where…. How did you get here?”

“I’ve always been here.” She told him matter of factly.

“What happened to you here?”  He finally asked, the question burning within him since the moment he discovered her body in the snow mound.

“I stayed in my room.” She began, “I wasn’t allowed to leave.”

“Did people come check on you?”

“Mmm-hmmm, the doctor brought me food and medicine…”

“What else did this doctor do?”

She grew quiet,

“Davina, you can tell me, I promise it will be alright.” He assured, staring at her blue-black fingers.

“Can I show you?” She stuttered minutes later.

He nodded unsure what was to come.

She wobbled to her feet, carefully he grasped her hips so she wouldn't topple over. Quivering, she placed her hands on either side of his face, her pupils slowly shifting.  

“It’s ok.” he assured her as he could feel her hands shake.

“She stared into his eyes, he could see hers begin to glow, then was suddenly thrust into the dark a disembodied voice in the distance.

Flashes cascaded into his mind’s eye, men dressed in military uniforms and lab coats bearing the Leviathan symbol. An underground base hidden in the dark recesses of a forest. Then the visions wavered and he was now looking through someone else’s eyes. Her eyes.

  A dark room, the only light streamed through three slits of bars on the massive metal door. A tiny bedroll in the corner and a chamber pot. She sat on the bedroll, barefoot and shivering till a young man in a lab coat came through the door rolling a trolley. Suddenly light filled the cell, so bright her eyes burned.

   Syringe after syringe of multi colored serums he injected into her arms, legs, and spine. Patches of foul smelling chemicals stuck to her body. Searing pain radiating from every organ and limb.

Then the vision changed just as quickly as it appeared, when the next cleared she was in a different cell staring at a pile of blue crystals on a pedestal in the center. The next second they exploded into dust, her whole body froze unable to move as a cocoon began to encase her tiny body.

  The visions continued for minutes, images of her using her powers and the doctor beating her when she didn’t accomplish the task he had made, constant medication and serum injections. No toys, no companionship. Just the cold, dank cell that remained dark for 95% of her day and the constant torture of her gifts.

When she finally withdrew from him she moved to sit next to the fire away from him. Shame plastered on her young face.

Icy rage welled up from deep within as he fully came out of the dark trance. He stood and refilled the pan with lukewarm water, bringing it to rest at her feet. She glanced up at him quickly before dipping her frostbitten toes into the liquid, repeating her treatment from earlier.

He couldn’t say he was sorry, but he could understand, he understood all too well what she had endured.

“Davina, you are a brave and powerful young lady,” he began as he sat next to her against the wall. “I swear that I will never let them touch you again.”

She nodded, unsure what to do or say.

“Who are you?” She asked.

He let out a sigh, “I’m just a Winter Soldier who has lived a very similar existence to yours.”

His words confused her a bit but the pain that reflected within his eyes, and the emotions she felt while sharing her memories echoed within her soul.

“My comrade.” She stated.

“Da,” He agreed beginning to formulate a plan on what to do with her before his unit came looking for him.

                                               Chapter 4 No Rest for the Wicked

coming soon

[void-punktactics]

Finding Self Somewhere Else

Guess who's joining the silly little guy TriSona times!! It's me!! huge shout out to @krillissue and @dastardlydandy (who's boy Viper i borrowed for this) for letting me into their world and convincing me that my writing is in fact allowed to see the light of day

TW: Depictions of violence, mentions of the EoM and what they do to children

Beretta didn’t know much about themselves these days, a safety mechanism on their part. It was easier that way. Knowing who they were meant reckoning with who they weren’t anymore. The Eye had taken much from them but it was by their own choice to leave themselves behind. And so sweet little Cassy threw away her name and picked up her guns. Setting off into the desert to find out just who Beretta was.

Turns out Beretta was mad, in both senses of the word. The Eye hadn’t managed to break their spirit but it had broken their mind. And these days paranoia and anger were their only friends.

Another thing Beretta was, was a drifter. Once they had the ability to move they found they never wanted to stop. For the first few months of their newfound freedom the constant travel was a safety precaution. A way to keep the Eye off their trail. They’d only been caught once, the Punisher may have been stronger but he wasn’t faster. Beretta dealt with him like they did their handlers.

Oh who were they kidding? Nicky was soft, he had let them go. But nobody needed to know that. There was a different reputation from being the best and beating the best. And giving the Eye a healthy amount of wariness for them wouldn’t hurt anybody.

Once they were sure the Eye had lost interest in their runaway prized Pupil they tried to settle. They found a backwater town, so small it didn’t even have a plant. They lasted a month before their skin started to crawl and they packed up and left. The next town was bigger, it had a plant and Beretta even got themselves a job working on a little ranch. It lasted two weeks before they snuck off in the middle of the night, with only an apology letter to show they were ever there to begin with.

Three towns and two cities later the point had been made that they would never find a place to settle. Every person they passed was a potential enemy. Every creaky board or crunch of gravel was sign of a threat. If Beretta knew what they were, the one thing they were not was safe. No matter how kind the people, how peaceful the place their eyes never paused longer than a few seconds before moving on to the next potential threat.

It scared people, how their eyes never seemed to still, so they started hiding their paranoia behind a pair of thick round sunglasses. It still made people suspicious, humans liked seeing other human’s eyes. It was how they read each other. But it was the wariness you gave any strange newcomer instead of the worried glances given to the girl in the corner that looked at every glass of bear like she was trying to figure out how it would kill her.

It was on the second anniversary of their escape that Beretta met a pair of eyes, or rather a pair of goggles, that didn’t send the warning bells in the back of their head screaming.

They had found themselves in another small town. As unremarkable as any other. They got themselves a drink in a bar. As loud and forgettable as all the rest. They followed a cheering crowd into the basement and watched everyone circle around a ring. They watched a fight. They watched men enter with cocky smiles and leave missing teeth. They hung their battered old army jacket on a chair and jumped down into the ring.

They felt alive.

They won of course. The fun wasn’t in the winning, it was in the fight itself. They knew they were going to win, the Eye designed them to win. They read their opponent like he was the morning paper. With a certain air of boredom. They let themselves be hit again and again and laughed as skin split and blood was spilt. Their nose was crushed under a meaty fist and in return they bent his fingers back until they heard a snap.

They fought and lost until they got bored. A kick to the head brought their opponent to the ground and they hauled themselves out of the ring and left kind strangers to pick up the pieces of the man who had lost. They were pointed in the direction of a medic. A man called ���Viper’.

They didn’t need it, they could already feel the split skin of their knuckles knitting itself back together as their enhancements did their job. But it was always so hard to get the bandages tight enough with their always shaking hands.

The medic was an odd little man, wild black hair with a small braid on one side, motorcycle goggles resting in the rat’s nest and a crooked smile. Beretta froze as he looked up at them.

“Ghosty?” They whispered, scared it really was just a ghost they were seeing.

“Cassy? That you?” His voice was a creaky crows caw. He had a scar on his chin they didn’t recognize. His eyes were exactly how they remembered them. It was Caspar.

“Not anymore. That girls long gone, it’s Beretta now.”

“Edgy! I like it. Take a seat, take a seat, let the good doctor fix you up. You’re bleeding all over the nice bar’s floors.”

They rolled their eyes but God if it didn’t feel good to be laughing again. To be able to relax. They couldn’t remember the last time they weren’t afraid. Casper, or Viper as he insisted on being called, was a damn good doctor. Their nose was set, their scratches were bandaged and their hands were wrapped. It was at their hands that he paused.

“I can do something about that.” He gestured vaguely at their tremors.

“You learn how to rewire nerves while I was gone, Vipes?” Beretta raised an eyebrow, flexing their hands to try and ease out the worst of the shaking.

“Somethin’ like that.” The grin Viper gave was not something a sane person would trust. Good thing Beretta wasn’t sane.

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‘Something like that’, translates somewhere along the lines of cutting out the problem and replacing the lost parts. The problem being nerve damage and the lost parts being everything below the elbow.

A new exoskeleton curved around their fingers and traveled up their arms. They were crude pieces, a little stiff but as they raised their gun and added another pile of glass to the broken beer bottles they had made into targets their aim didn’t waver for a second.

“Watcha think, Deadeye?” Viper emptied his bottle and set it up on the low wall with the rest.

“I think you got yourself a new client, Doc.”

[captainpoopweinersoldier]

Only the best ones. *he replies with a knowing smirk to his host before moving towards Lisbet, speaking loud enough they both could hear* That is enough for now, elskan. If you were some disrespectful shield maiden, I might have you keep going until you are raw and bloody. But, since you are only a little sass-mouthed.. *a teasing look crosses his face as he gently takes her string hand, rubbing his thumb along her smarting fingertips* Truthfully, your aim will only worsen if you continue.(1)

(2)The pain will make your aim untrue. But, if you practice a bit, everyday, you will get used to it. Develop tough skin… Or, you can keep soft hands for your mate. *he cocks his head with a shrug, not wanting to press the subject too much, though he gives a fond tap of his knuckle under her chin when he looks at her target* You have done very well this first time. Listened like a good pupil. I am pleased with your progress and so should you be. What do you say, tvíburinn minn? ~alpha

*She’s half tempted to pout, but follows his line of sight, eyeing her progress. Then, albeit begrudgingly, her resolve begins to soften, she warms by his gentle touch, fingers reflexively curling inward toward his.* I suppose it’s not terrible. *she still can’t keep from grimacing just the slightest, though. Even as Ivar makes his way over to them, looking more and more pleased as he assesses her aim.* For a beginner. 

You are not wrong - it is not terrible for a beginner. *Ivar comments cheekily. Lisbet scoffs at him as he comes closer but he’s quick to growl lightly, hunching to kiss the spot behind her ear.* Quite the contrary, Lisbet. I am very impressed.

*Just as with Alpha, she beams at the compliment. The equivalents of top marks.* Now we will just have to get you a teacher who will keep you as eager as he. And with patience to match. *Ivar teases. Then he appraises the targets, nodding his head at them, and then Alpha.* Would you like to test the Beretta? Or... perhaps something bigger? *He smiles mischievous* Or is there something else entirely that may appeal to you?

[kayjay63]

Coronavirus: Ski pupils to self-isolate after Italy trip cut short Image copyrightClaudia Beretta/Mondadori/Getty ImagesImage caption The trip to Courmayeur was abandoned due to lifts in the Italian resort being closed A British school party which arrived in Italy just before the country launched its coronavirus lockdown … Read More

[glassheartcd]

🗡️//all the ladies, pls tell me about their weapons

Ways of War|| Accepting! @dxspereaux

Under a read more because holy FUCK this got long.

Takane, like her brother Ren primarily fights with her fists. When she’s using her powers though, she tends to have her claws out, which coupled with her speed and unpredictability, makes her a bit of a whirlwind against the lower level demons. She can also use the blood she draws from them as weapons, using them to make spears to throw at other ones.

Though her ideal weapon is a scythe, that belonged to her mother at one point before she and Ren defeated her. The weapon has since reshaped itself to reflect her soul in a sense, it can also create blasts of demonic energy. She barely uses that function though, and she can use her scythe in order to propel herself and get around faster on the battlefield.

Then there’s Sayomi. Now, her fists are her go to weapon in most close up fights. Given she’s a werewolf, it’s safe to say that against a human opponent, she’s capable of tossing people around like ragdolls. She packs a hell of a punch, and like her parents, has a fighting style revolving around moving in quick succession. If she’s partially wolfed out, her claws are capable of tearing through flesh, in addition to that her teeth are incredibly sharp, and she’s easily able to rip out someone’s throat with her teeth.

Now for her choice in fire arms, she carries around a Ruger Super Blackhawk, which is chambered for .44 rounds. Though she’s also had her’s customized with night sights and has a wooden grip. The woman loves her classics. Now to most people, a .44 has a lot of kick, seeing as she’s not human though, the recoil isn’t hard for her to control.

In addition to that, she carries around a trench knife. She’s pretty damn effective with it too, considering her normal punches can break bones and dent steel, she can use a knife similar to a sword and cut limbs with ease. The blade’s reinforced to hold up to her strength as well, so she doesn’t end up shattering it and constantly buy new blades.

Luka’s preferred loadout is either a sniper rifle, or submachine gun backed up with her personal sidearm. Her sniper rifle loaded with anti-armor rounds, and customized with a built in silencer and a scope that can switch magnifications. Though she also has canted iron sights just in case she needs to use it on the move. That being said, she has another long range weapon, that’s only used in situations where she’s facing heavy armor. It’s a railgun and since she’s far away, it gives her ample time to charge it. The weapon fires a single shell that’s capable of piercing through multiple targets when fully charged. It can be fired partially charged, but it severely hampers the damage of the round. If hits the ground though, it does have a small explosive radius.

Her submachine gun can be compared to a modern day P90, with a large magazine and high rate of fire. However, the ammunition for it an energy cartridge that recharges over time. It’s not the most damaging weapon, but the rounds will tear through shielding systems and robotic units with ease. It can kill human opponents just fine as well. She can also switch out the standard energy cartridge with stun rounds that allow her to take a target down to interrogate or capture them.

Her sidearm on the other hand is a mix of a modern day Sig Sauer P226 and Beretta M93R, She has it customized with a laser sight and a folding buttstock to allow her better control over it while using the burst fire. It can accept a variety of rounds, including energy cartridges which don’t give recoil. Armor piercing rounds, stun rounds and incendiary rounds, which can only be fired in single shots, so as not to overheat the weapon.

On the other hand, her exosuit is also capable of enhancing her strength and speed. She has hers customized with a cloaking system which allows her to sneak by enemies easier. That being said, she can’t sprint under the cloak or else it’ll drain faster. It comes with a wrist mounted terminal which works with Holiday in order to use her suits abilities and interact with technology easier.

In situations where she’s moving through an urban environment, she trades her cloak for a grapple attachment, which allows her to stay on the move, and with the help of jumpjets in the suit allows her to use a blast to provide her a boost. In capture missions, she outfits her suit with a stun function, where she can send a charge of electricity to her gloves to stun a target. Due to the augments the suit gives her, she is more than capable of ripping a door off the hinges or tossing heavy objects.

There’s also a power armor she has, which is configured for ease of movement as well as helping her with her sniper role. Though this means it’s less armored, that being said, she has a stronger shield so that she can survive longer. The armor enhances her strength to super human levels and allows her to survive things that would kill a normal human. Such as being punched by a Vanguard. Her power armor had to undergo extensive repairs and she was benched for months to recover, but it can stand up to quite a lot. It’s also air sealed, so it helps her survive in hostile environments.

Jensen’s first weapon would be her sword, Lion’s Roar. The main form is a longsword that she can use one handed for quicker attacks, or when she’s feeling more methodical, a two handed style that allows better defense and slower attacks. She’s a master with the blade as it’s similar to what she used during her time as a knightess. Jensen can also ignite the blade with the help of her pyrokinesis. It’s an intricately designed blade that suits her needs and style.

What makes the blade special however is it’s ability to lengthen and switch to the form of a scythe. Jensen has rarely used such things against human opponents, but since her pupil Yoshika  has introduced her to hunting, she’s started to use it more often. What makes this more dangerous than the sword form is that her attack reach is doubled, and she can use her pyrokinesis to form a makeshift barrier by swinging it around her body. Her most dangerous attack with it however is a supercharged blast of flame which annihilates anything in its path. Using it however will exhaust her, so she only uses it when she’s partnered with Yoshika so that she knows she has someone to back her up in case she misses or there are more enemies in the battle.

Her secondary weapon is a greatsword, named Little Wolf in honor of her son Liam, seeing as it was originally his sword. The weapon is made to ignore the defenses of most enemies, and Jensen’s fighting style becomes much slower as a result of the weight of the blade. This weapon can’t be infused with her pyrokinesis, but she can use the weight of the blade to aid her with melee attacks. It’s also used in combination attacks with Yoshika, who can toss her at an opponent and she uses the speed to aid her hitting a target. She can easily cleave through most things due to the sheer weight of the blade making her spin faster. The secondary function allows her to shift the blade into a shield, which she can use in conjunction with her longsword. She can bash an opponent with it to stun them or push them away. The steel of the shield is the same as her blade, so nothing’s going to destroy it any time soon.

To store the weapon when they’re not in use, she has a seal in the shape of a lion’s head to store her longsword on the back of her left hand, while the on her back, she has a seal in the shape of a half-moon crest, with a howling wolf taking up the other half of the seal.

Recently she’s learned how to use her forging powers to create new weapons. So she can create weapons for temporary or permanent use, as well as protective items. That being said, these temporary weapons are nowhere near as strong, and break quite easily.

Alyth likes to use axes, in fact, she has a custom designed axe that incorporates the use of dragon fire. There’s a function for it that lets her store vials of it that are kept in the blade, once she uses one, the fuel ignites, letting her use dragon flame to help her fight enemies.

There’s also her mechanical arm, which has a function of letting her fire her hand out as a grapple, to pull herself to an enemy or drag them to her. She also has a miniature crossbow installed into it as well. Though she prefers using the good old punch technique as well.

Ever since Rio fused herself with the demon, she lost the use of her original magic, an act that nearly killed her, but once she overcame it, she gained new abilities in the form of her ice magic. It’s an incredibly versatile magic, considering that she can form multiple weapons, use it as movement enhancement or even defensively.

She also maintained her psychokinetic abilities, so she can still lift people with her mind and create psychic projections that can duplicate her actions. If she overuses that though, she does run the risk of knocking herself unconscious due to the strain on her body.

Vanessa’s preferred weapon is actually a custom made lever action rifle. She and her father actually found an old Winchester Model 94 and completely bought it to more modern standards. Her’s is chambered for .45 rounds, so it packs a punch, only problem is that it’s a lever action rifle, so it’s not overly practical in most combat situations.

Which is why she carries a Browning Hi-Power, which she has customized with night sights and a match trigger, enabling her to fire much faster than a normal handgun. When that fails, she’s got her body, namely her two primary fighting styles of Judo and Taekwondo. She packs a good punch and her speed helps her stay ahead.

Minerva on the other hand, being a dragon has her natural abilities in breathing fire, as well as being able to breathe pure draconic energy. Not only this but she can assume her true form and gains a massive boost in speed and power. Her claws and teeth are capable of shredding through nearly anything, and she flies fast enough to break the sound barrier.

Her body can be wreathed with draconic energy, which can offer protection as well as serve as a way for her to completely rip through something by flying through it. In addition to that, she can flip her wings backwards and project the same energy in missile like projectiles, long story short, she’s the most powerful muse on the blog, there is a reason why she was worshiped as a goddess.

[hyaenagallery]

The Hungerford massacre part 6 A passing soldier, Carl Harries, rushed to Hill's car and attempted in vain to apply first aid, but Hill died in his arms. After shooting Hill, Ryan shot his way into a house further down Priory Road and killed the occupants. Jack Gibbs was killed instantly as he attempted to shield his wheelchair-bound wife, Myrtle, from Ryan with his own body. Myrtle succumbed to her injuries two days later. Ryan also fired shots into neighbouring houses from the Gibbs' house, injuring Michael Jennings at 62 Priory Road and Myra Geater at 71 Priory Road. Ryan continued down Priory Road where he encountered 34-year-old Ian Playle, who was returning from a shopping trip with his wife and two young children in their Ford Sierra. Playle crashed into a stationary car after being shot in the neck by Ryan. His wife and children were unhurt. Harries again rushed over to administer first aid, but Playle's wound proved to be fatal as he died in an Oxford hospital two days later. After shooting and injuring 66-year-old George Noon in his garden, Ryan broke into the John O'Gaunt Community Technology College, where he had formerly been a pupil. The school was closed and empty for the summer holidays. Ryan barricaded himself in a classroom. Police surrounded the building and found a number of ground-staff and two children who had seen Ryan enter. They offered guidance to the police on how to enter, and of hiding places. Ryan shot at circling helicopters and waved what appeared to be an unpinned grenade through the window, though reports differ whether Ryan actually possessed a grenade. Police attempted negotiations to coax Ryan out of the school, but these attempts failed. He refused to leave before knowing what had happened to his mother, saying that her death was "a mistake." At 18:52, Ryan shot himself in the head with the Beretta pistol. One of the statements Ryan made towards the end of the negotiations was widely reported: "Hungerford must be a bit of a mess. I wish I had stayed in bed." #destroytheday https://www.instagram.com/p/B0L405kBnHU/?igshid=bc8pzecmwcba

[berg71berg-blog]

Nick Redfern's World Of Whatever

pistole a salve beretta A "sword" is a normal term for an edged weapon longer than a "dagger". In pre-Islamic Arabian faith, the Ālihah are the pantheon of gods and goddesses who have been the offspring and agents of the supreme creator god Allāh: all-highly effective supernatural beings above the rank of the jinn (lesser deities), the mala'ikah (angels), the shayatin (unclean spirits) and the arwah (spirits); created by the Excessive God to administer the universe and intercede (shafa'a) on his behalf after he had completed creating it. The Allāh of the pre-Islamic Arabians was then believed to retire into the position of a silent spectator in the remote heaven of 'Aliyyin (the Hebraic Elyon) and solely intervene for human worshipers in times of extreme hazard and despair. However, there were issues with the sturdiness of the picket fuselage, notably the plane built in the course of the struggle. Luqman al-Hakim was in pre-Islamic literature a legendary sage of the tribe of 'Advert in southern Arabia, current in both Islamic and pagan Arabian mythology. The goddess al-'Uzzā was often known as al-Zuhara and Kawkabtā and was honored by these names as the ruling goddess of the planet Venus; significantly in her incarnation as the Evening Star, which itself was believed to be both a manifestation of the goddess herself or her palace in the heavens. The jinn performed an necessary role in the beliefs of the pagan Arabs as they had been seen as personifications of pure forces; spirits of the land and mediators between mankind and the gods. The idea you can try this out in Yurhim originated from the Edomite tribes of Jordan and was eventually passed on to their successors, the Nabataean Arabs, who worshiped him as the daddy of the mom goddess Allat.

I have dueled and sparred with and towards swords for a few years and but I am still amazed when the first phrases out of almost each new pupil are, 'I wish to learn how to fight with a sword.' I clarify that until your armored and riding a horse every time the sword is pitted in opposition to nearly another ancient weapon of equal size or longer inevitability it comes up wanting. Over the past few weeks I've posted many of the house rules that I exploit in my present Swords & Wizardry (OD&D-based mostly) game. It is so typical of their characters that Mat would object to Rand's pull because it's an imposition, whereas Perrin would doubt that he's capable of endeavor it. With the tip of the struggle, all of the flying boat variations of the Catalina were quickly retired from the U.S. Navy, but the amphibious ones remained in service for some years. Bronze was very efficient for thrusting weapons reminiscent of dirks, daggers, brief swords, and spearheads but they were not very efficient for holding and edge and slashing. Although the wing loading was a lot larger than that of any previous Royal Air Power flying boat, a brand new flap system stored the takeoff run to an affordable length and the aircraft first flew with the brand new wing sweep and the uprated Pegasus XXII engines on 7 March 1938. There the persons are compelled to dwell in large cylindrical area colonies, watched over by brutal machines known as the Wardens. The Muzaynah provided animal sacrifices to the idol of Nuhm as he was believed to be answerable at yahoo for the effectively-being of tribe and its animals; the last custodian of his shrine being Khuza'i ibn Abd-Nuhm of the clan of Banu 'Ida. Shaykhah) is an Arabian tribal chieftain, who in pre-Islamic occasions would lead the tribe in battle along with the sha'ir (sorcerer) and had been held in special reverence by the rest of the tribe. Abu Hasan Zawba'a is the ruling jinn of Friday in the magical beliefs of the Arabs and is the offspring of the goddess al-'Uzza in her epiphet of al-Zahra, the planet Venus.

[killua-and-company]

Killua smiled back then stepped to the side with his arms raised once again when he noticed a familiar presence behind his apprentice "speak and she shall appear, team TRGT the person in my hellhound's shadow is Keres Beretta"

A tall woman with long black hair, darkened scleras and white pupils started to rise from Asura's shadow, once she was fully out of the shadow Keres smiled brightly as she struck a dramatic pose for her own enjoyment. "Hello! I see you four around when I take jobs from the school board but it's nice to meet you four, just like Kiki said I'm Keres."

Meet the Volts

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"Aw thank you Killua. I'll text them right now to see if they are available." Trident smiled and took out his scroll to message the others. "Okay, they replied that they can meet up. Should I tell them to come here or meet up where we are going to go?"