Justicar are also basically like Claymores. That manga isn’t bad by the way - it’s kind of like The Witcher meets Vagabond. It’s not deep by any means either, but certainly worth checking out.
Raucous cheers swelled all around the stands at the Viper Pit. The crowd went wild as a couple of top tier duelists began to exchange blows down below. Up on the screens above, their fight cards were plain for all to see. --- Rank: 2nd Tier, 7th Seed Win Streak: 9 Odds: 1.18:1 KO Bonus: +2 ---
“It was all destined to end at some point,” said Severas. “Perhaps it does not have to,” interjected Miko. “What, you want us to stay here?” asked Eva. “I’ll be a professional Duelist, and you can be Szereth’s arms designer? Is that what you mean?” Szereth perked up at the idea, but did his best
The two of them glanced at each other quickly, and their eyes went wide in mutual realization. They could publish the footage of their morally grey work in the Empire! Probably. Hopefully. But they decided not to bring it up and kept quiet for now. “Hmm, combined with your Duelist persona, there
Retholis eased himself into a chair. It was the exact same one that he sat on when he accepted Admiral Chase’s formal surrender. In front of him was the exact same table, and the room was also the exact same. The difference now however, was that he and his officers were seated on one half of the ci
“Life keeps on going, with or without sacrifice,” he replied. “Regardless, since I can’t seem to sway you, then I accept the terms as current.” A large hologram of the terms of their agreement appeared in the space at the very middle. Every single one of its clauses was easily seen and easily read.
And despite all of the technical data and manuals at his disposal, the Chief Engineer scratched at his head in utter frustration. The technology was simply way beyond him. He considered the fact that it activated without problems as a miracle in and of itself. “How the hell am I gonna keep this all
Savoth lounged happily among his fellow senators in their favorite secluded drug-fueled hermitage. He slid a fancy mouthpiece through thin lips and inhaled deeply. The tube it was connected to filled with a sparkling purplish smoke, which originated from a small tubular glass oven on the table. In
But he couldn’t let himself get dragged down by despair. If this was his last show, then he was going to do it with his back straight. He looked straight at Toreth in defiance and squared his shoulders. As though the two were about to get into a duel. “Senator Savoth,” said Toreth, “your presence