Under the crowds unceasing chants, hockey jocks skated through the ice, shoving their arms in a fierce struggle, as their stick tapped for the puck forward.
No.13 of the Gridlions skated himself to the wall and swiftly pulled backs. Unable to stop the momentum, No.24 of the Hellhounds crashed into the wall. No.13 snickered and tapped the puck forward. Suddenly, a red flash bumped into his side and threw him down.
"How does karma taste?" he stole his puck and skirted himself forward.
Draven grinned and punched the air in approval. "Way to go! Anton"
Sensing the presence of Gridlions's defenders in front. He slanted his back and tightly gripped his stick and dashed shuffling the puck. His eyes narrowed, as he dodged them with a feint to the left and continued to the right.
Dribbling past them, one by one. He raised his head from his puck, and pushed himself further into the offensive side. He taped the puck forward, arching his stick up, h
Among the existing crowd, Draven whistled as he walked the streets by his in-tuned instincts. He dodged the after-match greasy fingers and corn breath. While he was occupied, pair of lens buzzed above and clicked his photo. He took a glimpse of the sky.Quickly, the drone ducked into the crowd. Seeing the sky empty, hsi muscles stiffened 'That's strange! Why do I feel someone watching me...'Draven whistled, he swiped a cap from an enthusiastic fan and framed in on his crown and purposely side bumped into a man and stole the letterman jacket hung on his forearm "Hey! Watch where you are going, buddy?""Sorry" Draven said, hiding his contempt behind an apologetic smile.Reckoning Draven was chicken, he grunted and turned around "You better be"In that moment, his quirky fingers pulled the jacket from his grip; unnoticed. Draven snickered and flipped the jacket over his shoulders and continued walking."Vernon, can you
“Are you trying hypnotise me? You viper!!!” Draven snickered and suddenly grasped her neck. “Aghh… Ah I don’t have… powers?” “Yeah, like as if I would believe that shit” Draven barked, tightening his grip. Her body heaved in a struggle; her hands threw punches. Draven sneered “Hehe how weak! What are you trying to pull?” “Please… please… let me go! I can’t…” “Can’t what?” “I can’t …. Breathe… I can’t breathe” "Like as if I am going to fall for that" In his head, Vernon shouted “Idiot what are you doing? Stop it” “Who are you calling an idiot?” “You!!!” “She can’t breathe you dummy! Let her go!” “Believe me, she doesn’t have powers” Draven narrowed his eyes and lifted her in the air “Tell me truth, do you have powers?” “Agh…Ah” “Fine, nod for a yes” She shook her head, Draven dropped her to the floor. “Ouch” Staring at him
Waiting for an hour, a couple of men, pumped and tattooed from the chin to the forehead, entered the desolated store. Draven straighten his back from the wall and said "They are down the secret passage in the staff room" "Here" they threw the bags across. Draven bended and unzipped them. Sending him a nod. They walked past him, ready to take over the dug joint. Draven picked up the cash bags, his eyes dodged, taking a short check of his surroundings and stashed them in his storage pouch and left. Draven caught a taxi and drove back to the apartment. Instead of the taking the third floor, he punched the second floor. Getting off, he strolled to a flat and knocked the door. The door swished open to her smile. Her smile was magical in a way, sending all his worries far far away. "Hello Baby" she pulled him inside. After a brief hug, she towed him to the couch. "You must be tired, let me get you something to drink" "Maybe,"
In red and white, spectators stamped the stands, holding banners above their heads, cheering their home team. “Osborne! Osborne! Osborne!”“Yaay Osborne!”Hearing his name, Osborne grinned ever more, with his head in cloud nine. Coach instructions sounded nothing but fart compared to his need to fulfill his ego.He dashed forward and took the lead and fired lightning bolts from his hands. The others followed behind and provided support, shooting arrows and spears.Meanwhile, in the dugout, Coach ran a hand down his face. “Youngsters”With lightning on his feet, he flashed around in circles, forming an alarming tower of lightning. He stopped and pushed his hand. The gigantic tornado rushed towards his opponents.Sending them on a run. “Haha, this is your end”From the chaos, a girl stepped out and punched her palms out. Wind swirled above and formed an invisible wall just in time. L
A hover carpulledtothe side of a road, switched the engine off. Arkon stared down at his steering wheel, said “Sorry, son”“Dad?”“I wasn’t able to convince him.” He took a glance at his reaction.“I sorry, it will take some time… to come home”Draven turned his head to the window. The glass reflected his genuine emotions. “No, dad I am sorry! I shouldn’t have assumed that, that”“I understand… but you should know I never abandoned you”“Besides, grandpa is aging. So, it won’t be long before he dies!”“You mean two more decades.”Draven laughed.“Hey, it could be sooner,” lightly jabbing his son’s shoulder.“Maybe.” Draven chuckled and unstrapped his seatbelt.“Thanks for the ride,”“Yeah
His vigorous fire dimmed, crawled up his sword guard and faded. A gigantic robot fell to the ground and busted into flames. Drone clustered around and extinguished the flames. Draven smirked and turned around, in taking his workmanship. He strolled across the piles of robots and jumped down from the platform. “Level 7? Piece of cake!” “Yes, a piece of cake.” Draven glanced at the speaker and continued walking. “Hey kid, where is your girlfriend?” Knowing who it was, Draven shouted “Get lost, grandpa! She isn’t here” “Grandpa?” he frowned, wagging his Irish brows. “It’s Graham” “Whatever!” “So, where is she…” Graham grabbed his shoulder. “I mean WolfQueen?” “She isn’t here” Draven sighed and shrugged his shoulder from his grasp. “Can you call her?” “NO!!” Draven gulped down a mouthful of water. “Fine.” “Finally!” Draven massaged his temples and headed to an arena bot, fixing his next
“Hellhounds are back with their powerful line-up, starting with no.17Draven Castel as the captain”Draven and his team did one final warm-up before they entered platform.The crowds cheered the opposition team as they entered the platform with blaring horns and eye-catching slogans.“The Pepper Cloves is makingtheir way; this time no.30 Arnold Lockwisch is made captain”“Because of no.11 Leon Deamon’s unforeseen circumstances!”Leaving their teams behind, the captains walked to the centre. The referee levitated before them and raised a coin to the sky, which the drones magnified the official coin to the screen. The referee said. “Choose a side”“Heads” Arnold replied.“Tails”The Referee tossed the coin up and landed back into his palm. Lifting Draven’s hand to the air and shouted “Hellhounds&rdquo
“Move! Move! Get out of my way!” he shouted and ran through the busy shop-goers, dozens of guards chased his figure.Speaking into his collar, “On pursuit! I repeat suspect is male, Caucasian 5 feet 9 with punk green hair”“Requesting assistance on the C section of the first floor”He took a glance back, made a turn to the right. His hands squeezed the storage pouch strapped to his waist. He looked down to his new sneakers, which was probably stolen. “Let’s see what this baby can do?” He tapped his sneakers by the ankles, thrusters prouted from the heel. A second later, he boosted him further like a flash of a camera.Suddenly, a couple of teleported appeared a meter in front of him. He teleported himself two meters behind them.Vernon said “Why do you just teleport yourselfboutofthis mall?"Draven snapped “I can’t. There are jammers everywhere&rd