"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.
The desk was dimly illuminated by the lamp and Count Valsroom couldn't clearly see the lines on the map, but he didn't need to see them. The map displayed Eastmark and the southern Isles' provinces which surrounded it. He knew the terrain by heart. He had studied it a lot
Everything fell silent. No screaming, no whispering; only the scraping of metal against glass. I looked around the room. No one seemed bothered by the disturbance that occurred only seconds before. I still couldn’t believe Jacob would do that to Charlie; he seemed at least a little friendly when I met him.
“I hadn’t considered that, but I don’t know that I have the authority to order the Marines to escort me to Fredericks.”
He released Vladimir’s neck, allowing him to take a deep breath, clearing his fogged mind. He kept his hands gripped around Andrei’s head, driving his thumbs deeper into his skull. His eyes squelch and pop until he knew that Andrei would never see again, his eyes a bloody paste.
They walked up to the roof: Alberico, Grayson, Franky and one other thug armed with an assault rifle. Franky and the thug stayed near the door while Gray and Cassano started walking towards the edge. Al was walking behind Gray with the glock he confiscated, jamming it into the back of the detective who had his hands behind his head.
Fabian glances to the door and asks the one entering, “Any news?” First Commander Cipher shook his head, scowling his brows. He marches passed him to the King’s desk, scouring through the clutter.
We stepped across the grass and Mina stepped back slightly at the feeling of the grass on her bare soles, she knelt down and began running it through her fingers before turning towards us, face a deep crimson as Manson chuckled to himself. “Don't worry about it, many people have that
"Gurren" I shouted turning a corner seeing that he was talking to another guy wearing a welled dressed uniform with a crescent on it whom also seemed to be a bit more serious with thicker
"What crime?" "We don't know yet," said the colonel. "But we're going to find out. And we sure know it's very serious" (373).