The Dragon's Bard - Chapter 2
“eventually, he found one worthy of him: boken, daughter of slag, from the sida lowlands. proud and strong just like him, only with blue scales unlike kirja’s yellow ones.
The Bloodless Soldier
Just then an arc of brilliant light lanced out and struck down in our mortar teams, slagging the weapons and leaving the soldiers screaming.
RE-BIRTH
Watched in horror as the bullet just vaporized before hitting it's target, his blood suddenly started to boil, and he screamed in agony and pain as his eyeballs popped then his flesh and organs melted off his skeletal structure into a puddle of liquid slag
Trenches
Getting blown up, to be utterly torn apart and to have yourself rain down over the slag that divided the trenches. after all, it only took an instant. no time to feel the pain, correct? or was it?
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 5.3 Shrad
"priestess." the fox acknowledged, obediently climbing down the slag. the hyena was about to speak when she noticed a four legged rottweiler trot out from the heap of rubble. wyse casually padded over and sat down beside tolen.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Imperial Palace Climax, Part 2
Monedula paid the thrown weapon no mind; it burst into flame and spattered harmlessly on the floor as molten slag before it got close. "i'm afraid you don't understand, girl."
Those Who Soar On Broken Wings
At first glance it seemed to just be a useless piece of slag, but just before it passed out of the spotlight i saw a hand. i immediately refocused my light and discovered that there was a human attached to the metal.
The Taker Gets Taken - Deal with the Devil
The door feel away with a loud crash, hitting the slag that covered the bottom of the hallway as they looked around.
Legal Regal Strip #3
Volt spoke good english, but his desperate attempts at american slag often tripped him up, and he was very sensitive about it. "what did i say wrong now?" he whined. "it's 'gives' frenchy," regal blurted out through his chuckles.
Enclave Inquiries [8/9]
Filling the air with the stench of char and molten slag. this wasn't in his practice! this was real! panic filling his monstrous frame as he gave a whine and held his head. his gun was so far away.
TRAINING AND DISCIPLINE: DECEPTICON STYLE
Just tell your business to whole slagging planet why don't ya" said swindle rather bitterly, before letting out a rather brassy fart, much to the copter's amusement and onslaught's annoyance.** **sometime after getting back to base, the sound of rapid whip
After the war: An escape
The black slag. you sell out whore, switching sides half way. just because you want a bit of fat purple cock. oh i have desired you... you were a goddess in my eyes..." he slowly built up a laugh and began to run a hand down her.