𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘さんのイラストまとめ

@ActaEstFabura — as anything but a challenge, an opportunity for a glorious battle.

〝 Don’t worry, after I’m done kicking in your teeth, you won’t be able to rant about things anymore.~ 〞

And it was in the form of fighting words, that he issued the first strike.

[ #ChaoticMessage ]

@CapedManOfFear — finally, with one last strike, he would propel the both of them into one of the bullet-trains transporting mountains of vibranium from one point of the country, to another.

Underneath a busted roof, the pair would be facing each other down, attempting to regain their —

@CapedManOfFear — There was a flash of bright light, and a distant rumble, and then, there was the aftermath.

Both bodies would be smoking, and Jin’s would have changed dramatically— his hair was now white, and his entire form was crackling with newfound power. —

@CapedManOfFear — 〝 Strike, Kinto-Un. 〞As he spoke, his sentient cloud unleashed a bolt of magical lightning which would reap towards the ground in order to strike the shaken-up villain.

In the time that it took for the bolt of lightning to reach the ground from its perch, —

@CapedManOfFear — grin pinned atop of his face, and a leg risen towards the sky, about to rain down like it was serving heaven’s justice onto a sinner’s soul.

In an untraceable, smooth motion, the kick was unleashed forwards, attempting to catch the crook of the Kryptonian’s neck, —

@CapedManOfFear — definitely succeed— when combined with the impediment upon his mobility crafted by his prior motions— to keep him in place long enough for the Great Sage equal to the Heavens to rotate and attempt to deliver a powerful kick against the man of steel’s cheek. —

〝 Stay on your toes, @HoundOfCulcnn. We’ve got work to do. 〞Crimson gaze fixed towards the horizon, onto a pillar of smoke rising towards the heavens, Jin displayed none of his usual cheerfulness; villains were spreading chaos, and they needed to be stopped.

#ChaoticMessage

@HoundOfCulcnn — Immediately, his knee shot up to catch the other’s nose, and would break it on contact.

A way out? Letting go of his weapon, or countering with an attack of his own to meet the leg halway, and lose the bones residing in that limb. Neither would be prosperous.

@HoundOfCulcnn — ‘ He’s agile! ‘

Despite his hurt feelings, Mo-Ri couldn’t help but be proud of the Lancer’s abilities, and more importantly, his instincts.

It was with a bright smile a delight on his face that he carved a path through the attack with a single kick. —

@DemonsOmen — All it would take was three, well-placed technicalities— a technique he had spent years perfecting; one kick to the left temple, one to the right one, and ome to the back ot eh head.

[ #ULD ]