Essay About Guns

The din was frightful. Billie was crying as usual. Dave and Sol-leks, dripping with blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side. Joe was snapping like a demon. Once, his teeth closed on the foreleg of a husky, and he crunched down through the bone. Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the crippled animal, breaking its neck with a quick dash of teeth and a jerk. Buck got a frothing adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with blood when his teeth sank through the jugular. The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him to greater fierceness. He flung himself upon another, and at the same time felt teeth sink into his own throat. It was Spitz treacherously attacking from the side.”

"What-" Pain suddenly shot up from his left leg, turning his question into nothing but a whimper. A click followed, and another surge of pain exploded in the stump of his right leg.

“No, not now..” She whispers to herself. She is close to the adult now. She absorbs the rest of her energy into flinging herself of a fallen tree, letting out a furious yell, and onto the adults shoulders. She reers back her hand with the stick, then stabbing him repeatedly in the neck. Blood squirts out of his neck. She stabs his vocal cord and blood goes everywhere, even in her smiling mouth. Blood stains her arms

A sleeping Luke Harding jumped up as the siren rang. He and MALC ran for the ovals, as he did when the siren went off, and turned into a corridor. Tears ran down his face once he saw the corpse of his future life partner, surrounded by a large blood splatter. The Authorities and teachers were gathered around her.

She saw his pink flesh and the colors of his flesh blended together which create a magnificent image. She licked her dry lips as she desired more blood to come out. She took a step closer towards him, her hands moved up and down his skin to feel a vein as she has thought about cutting one open. She saw a fresh cut, she took her index finger and pressed it against his skin. She stabbed the scalpel into his skin but no blood came out. She felt disappointed and then she glanced around to find another knife. She looked around the small cluttered room with tension all around. She spotted another knife and touched the silver tip of the knife that reflected the light in the room, it cut through her gloves and her skin as she saw a tiny piece of blood coming out. She looked back at the man to see where she had cut before, she started to squeeze a small part of his arm. She found the biggest vein and cut it instantaneously. She started to giggle to herself and stopped

Erica dug deep into the earth. Her claws anchoring her back feet deep into the soil. She posed herself in a position to leap forward, and without hesitation, she charged the group, realizing it would be her demise, and after it was done, she would finally be at peace. “Ready!” Moxxie announced. Both men grunted a confirmation. Despite her close proximity to the group, Erica was taken down nowhere near them in a bright flash of gunfire. This time, she fully felt the bullets.

The brunette grabbed the sword, and moved to hide in the coat closet. Her palms were sweaty, her limbs trembling with fear. If she didn’t kill it, would it kill her?

As the creature lurched forward Venn raised his shield and roared at her, his cry did nothing to instill fear in her as he had hoped, and she simply lurched forward, thrusting the dagger in her hand at him, he pulled back as she kept going lurching and stabbing, untill finally she leapt at him, swinging her knife down, Venn held up his sword and the dagger came down upon it, the two clshing in place, the creature clashed against Venns' shield as her wight carried her forward, and as quickly as he could, Venn knelt and let her momentum carry her forward, lifting his shield he felt her dagger whistle past his ear as he threw himself to the side, and the soulless woman flew past him, tumbling with ugly cracks and the sounds of painful landings

Cousland shrugged as he pulled the blade from its sheathe. “As I said, Vaughan’s abuses reached even my family home. It’s not surprising to hear what he did, and I can understand your anger against him perfectly.” Deftly, he threw the blade so that it landed in the earthen grout between the stones near Soris’ feet. With a shaking hand, Soris knelt down and retrieved the blade his gaze on Vaughan who struggled under Cousland’s grip. I could feel my eyes widen as I realized the set up.

Caroline stood there looking at the man who just saved her life. She watched as he bent over the dead soldiers, looking through their pockets, looting what little money they had on them. He stood up, turning towards Caroline reaching over his shoulder repositioning the quiver and bow he wore on his back.

“If that’s how you wish to die, then so be it” he echoed throughout the courtyard without a second 's thought. He swung first, his giant sword quickly dodged by the cloaked woman, she retaliated by throwing knives towards him, he quickly moved his sword in the path of the blades, blocking two of them but a third hit him directly on the side. The man screamed out in pain

The Butcher was there. She could see his body laid out, unconscious perhaps. All the fears of a possible gunfight or ambush was immediately swept away and slowly she made her approach, both hands on the hilt of her weapon as she approached, one booted foot ahead of the other, until she was standing a few feet away from the man. He looks…like one of ours she found herself thinking as she examined the man’s form, in his black jumpsuit. No, he isn’t one of us. He’s an animal. With a dart, she reached forward and yanked the sidearm from his holster, as well as the knife.

Liam's eyes widened as he heard the cock click. Thinking fast he twisted his arm and snatched the pistol from Harry's grip. He held the gun at his side pressing down the hammer as he pulled the trigger decocking the gun.

Jocelyn throws her dagger. It strikes his chest plate. The force sends him crashing to the ground. Her weapon returns to her.

'Target practice, ' he exclaimed, drawing the wooden dagger from his belt. He felt the transformation, and once again he held the shining metal blade. He concentrated and swung it towards one of the