Born To Fight のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

“You sure you are not just sending me out there to die?” He asked. Dash ignored him and continued:“That is her biggest flaw though. Her ability feeds on life-force, which means she would try her best to not kill you so she can get stronger by absorbing. If you know what I mean.”“No, I don’t.”“Look,Wilson, it’s not that difficult….”“Then, do it yourself!” Wilson said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I am not going to fight someone with an ability like that.”Dash had to agree.“Yeah! That is nightmare material. We will take care of her later.” He said and pressed a key, causing the live video feed to change from Lady Margaret to another female. But this time, she was a fully grown woman; a true beauty.Wilson shook his head again.“If she is using seductive abilities, count me out of that as well.” He said.“Don’t worry. I will handle this one.” Dash said and pointed to a different screen. “That boy, you will handle.”“He has strength-t

"I can't let this go on!" Wilson thought to himself and turned by a tree, using it to cover his back as he ran.*crack* *crash*Another tree in the forest was destroyed.The strong and scrawny bounty hunter was getting closer a lot faster than Wilson expected. At this point, Wilson was very sure that this error in judgement and plan had ruined a lot of Dash's other plans."Dash! Dash!" Wilson called into the earpiece. No response was heard. It gave Wilson a horrible premonition."Oh dear mother! Please respond! Dash! What about little Sofia? You have answer me. Wake up!" Wilson pleaded and whispered as he ran. Still no response except that he could hear slight snoring sounds this time. Wilson was beside himself in anger. How could he be sleeping at this time?"Don't you dare sleep on me, you annoying..." There were no words that sounded appropriate to Wilson, so he paused. Soon enough, he continued to berate Dash. "How can you sleep on me like this?

Charlie gathered his large collection of disposable weapons, his multi-layered, high class tent that had been with him since his escape from his hometown and other necessities like food and water and arranged them into his new limited edition spatial ring that he had spent all his savings on and wore it on his right index finger.With a sense of urgency, he called in a favor."Hey, man. Been a while.... yeah, yeah, another time... look, you remember that time when I saved your ass and you said you owed me some? Yeah, I'm calling in one of them.... Is your plane functional. I would like you to airdrop me somewhere while you pass by... The forest! Yes that! That one.... oh really... good, good. I really appreciate it, man.... thanks... greet your wife for me, alright?You still owe me one though... Haha, sure... if I'm available, sure.... alright... I will be there in less than ten minutes...You really are a lifesaver... Yeah. Alright, see you soon."*click*Charli

Wilson clenched his fist tightly. Blood flowed down his hands as he clenched the vibrating knife tightly. It was his only weapon left with him, aside from his gauntlets which were still tightly fitted into his hands. He looked around at the three people surrounding him from quite a distance in the triangle formation. He saw one of them look down at his watch. Distracted during a fight? Wilson wanted to go and beat him down first. Three minus one equals less chances of him dying.But he couldn't. The other two did not look a away from him. Their eyes were trained on him; guns in their hands - two pistols with each one of them and a rifle on their backs - and they were the better shooters."Oh damnit! This is not even the target." The one who looked down and was fiddling with his watch, said. His teammates grunted and complained. "F*ck!, I knew it." One of the other two said. He had a large scar on the side of his neck that ran down to his shoulders where they were hidden

When the sonar specialist reached and pointed the gun at Wilson's head, Wilson groaned and opened his eyes to look up at her, his face pale and slightly bloody. He saw the gun and sighed. He had really been through a lot today. Would this be the end? Where was the person that helped him earlier? Has he been abandoned?Lots of questions filled his mind but he was too weak to say a word or move a muscle. Only his eyes stared unblinkingly into the gun muzzle pointed at his head."Any last words?" The sonar specialist asked."Yes!" Charlie answered from the side.Quickly, the sonar specialist turned to the side, her gun moving with her and pointed at the speaker.In her heart, she was astonished. How come she did not hear this one's heartbeat? Or was this one of those extremely rare people who awakened the undead abilities? Which was he; necromancer, zombie-sub, undead contractor? Regardless, she was not taking chances and shot at him. Someone who could stay wi