The ending was a tad strange though.
You should check out this relatively new manga that I've been reading. I've fallen in love with it! I can tell it's going to be good! Ao no...
It reminds me a little of Wolves Rain. good anime.
"Do it." Rastin repeated. Instead of firing the arrow, the man began to speak. "Who are you? What do you want?" Rastin's eyes narrowed. pathetic. These people were pathetic. Rastin threw his sickle into the man's face. The man died instantly. Without any force to hold back the bowstring, the nocked arrow flew into the air; right over Rastin's right shoulder. Rastin pulled back on the chain with his left hand. The sickle flew back into his right hand. "You should have fired your arrow." Rastin growled.
Tristan shrugged. "I trust him with it. but if you don't, then just give him enough for him to get what's necessary."
Tristan looked Lanan in the eyes and nodded. "I think Eleanor has the gold at the moment."
It depends. I'm in plenty as is.
Tristan said nothing as he glanced over at Lanan. He wore a grim expression. Twice in a row he had the same culprit attack him. That means. Somehow they manged to find him a second time. One can only wonder.... Tristan stood, on his feet, warily. Turning his gaze to the sewer's exit, his grim expression deepened. One can only wonder..... He though once again.
Tristan was dead silent after hearing that. Without turning his head, he glanced at Lanan. "Saying dat makes me feel uneasy. Would dere be any reason dat dey would wand do addack you or your summon a fourd dime?"
Hi Reeses Pieces.
just bored. that's all.
yo buddy, what's up?
Nas's eyes widened with surprise. she knew that attack. Quickly she dodged to the left and glanced at the ground where the venom hit. It sizzled against the stone. Just as she thought. That was Rubira's attack. Quickly she turned her attention back to her attacker. That leap into the air was foolish. Nas had already prepared four roots when the insects told Nas where the enemy stood. Two of the roots shot towards the fake summon, threatening to impale her. The other two shot into the air, above the fake. Those two were for backup.
I'm calling the police!
Soooooo you weren't removing any bloodstains that you got from killing your mother?
"A fight widh demselves." reply Tristan. "....... Whad do you men unless?"
"Hey Rick! I got us some more firewoo-" The man holding the firewood stopped in mid-sentence, for at that moment, the blade, to Rastin's sickle, had impaled him through his heart. Rastin pulled the sickle from the dying man's body. He didn't bother giving the man a second glance. Warm blood dripped from his weapon. He thirst for more blood. He wanted cut someone else. He needed to kill. These people were already dead in his mind. Rastin hunched forward slightly, and glanced at the one called Rick. Rastin's eyes showed no emotion. They were the eyes of a killers. Eyes that struck fear into those that looked into them. Slowly Rastin approached Rick. The man was scared. He feared for his life. That only made Rastin grin. Other men and women, weapons in hand, crowded around Rick. They were ready to defend their own. Good. Rastin expected nothing less. One of the men knocked an arrow in his bow. Rastin stopped his advance. "Do it." Rastin said in a voice just above a whisper. "Fire your arrow."
a shower at this time of night? hmmmmm suspicious
Tristan thought for a moment and frowned. "You don'd dink dey god indo a fight or someding?" Tristan wanted to groan. That would be the last thing that they needed.
Hey there buddy
