Life under Mjolnir Part 4"I apologize on behalf of the two men who have escorted you here. It appears that I gave them the wrong hand sign. 'Brutally' and 'gently' are slightly similar when it comes to simple terrorist sign language talk." Stalker said with a very calm but an icy tone that sent chills down my spine. "These two brothers are deaf you see." Deaf? How the hell did they hit me with the butt of their rifles the same time I made a sound? Coincidence?Life under Mjolnir Part 4 by Da-peakock
"Their names are Bosn and Herze. The two silent deadly duo from Bosnia-Herzegovina. Surely you must have heard of them." Indeed I have, the silent pair of rogue missionaries who have taken jobs from several terrorist groups. They may be just a B rank terrorist but they're hard to catch.
"Now then, you are here because I have a few things I want you to do. You will cooperate and if you refuse..." Stalker paused and gave a hand sign to the deaf brothers. They both aimed their rifles at me. Unfortunately it wasn't the butt they were aiming on my head. "Then
Life under Mjolnir Part 3Author's Note: The beginning of this part is still third person narration continuing from the previous part. *** will indicate when the narration returns to Heather's.Life under Mjolnir Part 3 by Da-peakock
"So," Ong sighed as he looked at the severely injured man lying motionless, eyes wide open, blinking momentarily; a sign that there was still life present in the body, "how bad is his condition?" It was only a few minutes after he and Prince Evgeny arrived at Seigvich hospital.
"Body completely paralyzed after a huge amount of shots punctured his body and severe burns. All save his eyes; he can still blink. The doctors said he's got less than a day to live. He's been like this since he was admitted here." The Prince explained.
"And were you able to even verify that it really is Stalker behind this? I mean some terrorist can just use his name for scare." Ong asked as he rummaged for something in his bag.
"We did try but its Stalker. There are barely any clear photos of him."
"Exactly and that's why," On
Life under Mjolnir Part 2"G...g...g...g...god!!! I...it's...fr....free...free...zing!!!" My teeth couldn't stop chattering and my whole body was shivering as we got out from the AS jet and arrived at Kalingrad, capital of Kalinstrana at 2000 hours local time. It wasn't snowing, but it sure was cold! Can't Mjolnir use clothes that can prevent us from getting too hot or too cold?Life under Mjolnir Part 2 by Da-peakock
"C'mon...it's just a chilly breeze." Hikari giggled as she embraced the cold, dreadful gale.
"E...ea...easy f...for...y...you...ta...to...sa...sa...sa...sayy...y..." I managed to answer. Of all four of us, I lived in a hot country nearly my entire life. I'm not used to the coldness chilling my bones. As for my brother...I looked at him and he just stood and yawned behind me, not even affected by the cold weather. Well, he has no feelings so forget about him.
"Oi! Here," Justin approached me and held out a packet of weird looking cloths to me, "take it. It'll at least keep you warm." He didn’t look at me when he held it out.
Fueled by his unbridled fury and rage, Tryndamere cuts his way through the tundra, mastering the art of battle by challenging the Freljord's greatest warriors. The wrathful barbarian seeks revenge on the one who decimated his clan and strikes down all those who stand between him and his final retribution. Struggling to survive in the harsh, frostbitten Freljord, the young Tryndamere and his people warred with other tribes over the scarce resources of the land. One such battle changed his life forever. Raiders ambushed Tryndamere's clan in the dead of night, and though his warriors were able to push the first wave of attackers back, they weren't prepared for the dark figure that next stepped forth. He wielded a cruel, living sword, and inspired an unhinged bloodlust in the invaders with his unearthly magic. Tryndamere's tribe was overrun within moments. With no hope of defeating the enigmatic being, Tryndamere threw himself at certain death. The dark figure swatted him aside, mortally wounding the young barbarian. Tryndamere saw death and destruction engulf his home as his life slipped away. No one was left standing - only the screams of the dying remained. Unable to surrender to death, Tryndamere gave in fully to his wrath. His blood boiled and his anger consumed him, banishing his mortality. He staggered to his feet - barely able to take hold of his sword - steeling himself for the decisive confrontation with the shadowy being. But the dark figure did not even lift his blade, and instead gave Tryndamere a knowing smile as he withdrew into the shadows. That was the last time the barbarian ever saw his nemesis. A man robbed of his home and his people, Tryndamere wandered across the Freljord for years, vowing to forge himself into a brutal instrument of revenge. He visited all the tribes in the frozen wastes, besting each of their warriors until there were none left to challenge. In doing so, he mastered the barbarian ways of war and harnessed his anger as a force to be reckoned with. With sword in hand and rage in his heart, he is now on an undying quest for vengeance against the one who destroyed the life he once knew.|
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