Sweet Home Chicago
He stood, unharmed by the flames and slagged metal, and unsheathed his sword. in the inferno, the green metal began to glow. "searska, the grey raven of chicago. i have no desire to fight you--" he began.
Nobody's Servant, Part 11 - Mainland
Let's see, the criteria against her; suraokh doesn't think i should trust her, and there was a time not so long ago she had me thinking i'd be experiencing things from as much of a perspective as chyme and corroded slag ever can.
Coming Under Fire (Mild Version)
The wyvern thrust his hips into the air in another round of orgasm as a burst of lava turned the cookhouse into a glowing puddle of slag on the ground. "bahh!" he cursed again. the camp might not be salvageable, but he could at least save his men.
Coming Under Fire
The wyvern thrust his hips into the air in another round of orgasm as a burst of lava turned the cookhouse into a glowing puddle of slag on the ground. "bahh!" he cursed again. the camp might not be salvageable, but he could at least save his men.
Care Bears Family Adventures, Book 4: Chapter 5
The constant movement of so many tiny limbs generates a massive amount of heat that would melt them down into a pile of slag from the movement in mere moments." quenos said.
The Fate of Frank Wright
"listen rick, how many times do i gotta tell you, bad pr is bad pr, it's bad enough you nearly died today, i got a lawyer on the phone at 4 and i don't want any more papers throwing slag over this." he said. "i got a limo on its way.
The Levelling
Some of it melted with the blast, warped beyond repair as well, slag of metals mixed every wrong way. the scent of alcohol was strongest here, and ozone caught the air as well. the insides were a dark smoldering red.
MoonDust, Chapter 30
If they hit the truck carrying the annihilation bomb, the whole valley would be scorched into radioactive slag. static cracked as the general's tanks opened fire.
Coming in Hot
Raati laughed the slag metal, and its implications of a terrible death, off easily. sanagril mannerisms made lina believe his bravado wasn't faked. lina smiled shyly. raati seemed to her to be taking the bait.
Jungle Strike [F/F]
"oofh, you fucking slag~" lazurin muttered behind laboured breath "care to take this to another level then? i'll ring you good."
Shadow Stalkers: Thymion Pt. 10
The surface of the small moon it orbited glowed faintly with the remains of the heavy shells that had been aboard and fragments of slagged hull.
In The Pits
Shifting her attention from the molten slag that was once the wall, he began flinging a flurry of fire and eldritch magic at the tod. ink jumped over, dived under, and sidestepped each spell as he made his way forward.