From Top To Bottom - Part 1 of 3
A slim tentacle dashed the barrel of his gun aside, shrapnel pinging off furniture and concrete harmlessly. still rushing, running for his dignity more than his mission, max swung a viscous downward blow at the rat.
At Any Cost
A long scar ran along the side of his muzzle, courtesy of another piece of shrapnel in another battle.
Death In The Holy Land: Pt. 3
One of the soldiers picked it up and tossed it down the trench, where it went off with a loud bang and a sprinkle of shrapnel that knocked one soldier down with shrapnel peppering his legs.
Beasts Being Born
The center of his rib cage burst with a puff of pink, but his entire upper back exploded with crimson red as thousands of minuscule shrapnel bites tore through his body. she grabbed the basket with her teeth and flew out the door, unnoticed.
Shrika: the Hunt Begins
Instinct took over as she rolled over, the muscular form of the gryphoness landing just as a slug exploded her pillow, spraying feathered shrapnel all over the bed and filling the air with it's debri, the only sound a soft, high pitched \*phhfftt\*
The Hunted's journey #3
It was a magpie like tendency, but in there was a single feather fron arkeia, a piece of plant shrapnel, and a flower from the goddess on the elf world.
D-Day
We feared the shrapnel terror, the strafing stream of metal hail. those cars would have once been nice, but now all the occupants carved was escape.
YotR - January- K.I.Angel
Not a second too soon, as a piece of it erupted into shrapnel directly above her head. she rolled to the side to get behind the thicker part of the wall, cursing under her breath. "fuck..." it was a setup.
The Day's Work
Bones crackle like wood, and by the fifth handful she's closing her fingers before each toss, so pulverizing them in her mighty fist that their bodies impact the panicked survivors like shrapnel.
Bath Time Fun
Arrows, blades, shrapnel... all manners of things that had sought to make ildac's cranium their new home, only to be repelled by this piece of blessed metal.
Preying on Prey
It was a shame chicks didn't dig stories about pulling grenade shrapnel out of your buddies faces. he should have just stayed home, maybe called one of the pieces of ass he had on speed dial for slow nights like this.
The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter Seven.
The ground where he had stood began to beep softly before the earth detonated and the mine exploded in a field of shrapnel.