Sexual (R)Evolution - Smiling Smilodons
Two defensive cannons are slag. we've also lost our oxygen storage, and the crew airlock is bust!" "why are we alive?" darla asked while he flipped through the damage. "boogey one came from behind, two beams," keila said.
FPP Side Chapter: Pony Ride
He was blasted on sweet and syrupy rum and his mental file server was presently a smoldering mound of slag. all that really mattered, as his eyes and dick and hands seemed to concur upon, were the fat, pierced vixen tits in his face.
The Lead Crown, Ch 6.6 Noriene
The shaped charges sent slag and pieces of wood through the men from the order of blades who had given the wagon no thought.
Days Of Mystka, Chapter One: Rogues Do It From Behind
Both the bot and the player character fell, their equipment smoking piles of slag. "quit usin' fire magic, noob!" came another cry, one soldier looking up at me from the battlefield. "i wanted his shit! stupid fuckin' troll mages."
Arc of Relani - Part 2
Because, her locked away in shell and slag, we shall wait as free followers.’”
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty One
He picked at the weld with a screwdriver for a moment, popping loose a bit of the bubbled slag that had accumulated at one end. "show me what you're doing." dan felt nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
Isolation-Excerpt 13-Force Recon
The closer we got, the more the smell of slag and burning metal filled the air. when mike and i finally rounded the corner, we were greeted by a giant, gaping hole in the wall and a stink unlike any i'd ever smelled that made sick to my stomach, again.
Overhyped Psychics
They melted almost immediately, turning into smoke or slag depending on just what they were. they slowed, then went past him, the fire burning hotter as it consumed the fuel. when he landed, though, his target had disappeared.
Of Butterscotch and Bedroom Eyes (Ceeb)
The latex sheath inside produced a briefly pungent smell before it too melted into slag. she closed her book, set it aside, stood from her chair. gazing down at seth, she pulled up her long and modest cloak.
Quenching Blades [Commission]
The older wolf straightened up again and crossed his arms over his chest, dark fur streaked and pocked with little scars from his time over the forge, where hot coals and ambitious slag had leapt up and burnt through the heavy apron.
Ragnarok - VI
Dig fifty holes, each full of furnace-slag born revenants to swarm over the fields and forests we have loved reducing all to cinders? could we stand an everlasting watch on fifty holes?
Tight Fit (edit)
Occit moaned quietly as everything was reduced to slag or cinder, the remaining metal glowing bright red and casting an appalling tint to their escapades. halex and occit stood next to each other uncomfortably.