Canimorphs: Minos
"shut up and shove me down crossfire's cock."
Downward-facing Dragoness
So i'm actually posting this story out of order - the next dragon slaying abc snippet /should/ be the one for the letter c ("caught in the crossfire"), which is currently around 60% done and sitting at about 7500 words.
Chapter 15: Experimentation
crossfire shouted. "is everypony alright? what's...oh." "_you have got to be kidding me_!" blueblood thought, already too far gone to stop.
Mad Jack
"get some crossfire on that door, fuckin' leave his ass, he's meat!" the mechanic shouted, his tone one that lix had never heard before. "do as he says! it's fackin' mad jack, ya limp necked grease napkins!"
Forgiven?
His name was crossfire. he was a mouse; but he was a sleaze, how you guys still picture me, and probably how mars will remember me for the remainder of history.
Bloody Hoof - a tale of a Notorious Gang in Moonstone
_ _at around april 12th, on a monday, there have been reports of gunshot, roaring, and screaming coming from the school itself, and a few teachers running out of the scene, only to be caught in the crossfire.
Letters From Old Earth (Part 1)
"jake is an original," davies explained, "before the great crossfire, all furs were like him."
To Bring Out The Snarl
You’re not one to toy with or bluff so you snarled and as moves were made and the encounter continued to transpire you decided to get back to moving along you made your point and don’t want anymore people caught in the crossfire
Saved by Angels
The worst of all these injuries were his bullet and shrapnel wounds, bestowed by the combat crossfire that baptized him with pain. by all reasoning, he should've died.
War
The battlefield is littered with hundred of mutilated arms, legs, bodies, and animals caught in the crossfire. food is rare, because the rations spread among each soldier is small and limited. the food we do gain is usually burnt toast or dried biscuits.
Anne-Marie's secret past.
\>crossfire. \>stray ricochet. maybe shrapnel. \>d's bleeding. \>his neck. \>oh god there's something in his neck. \>don't move. \>glance at shooters. \>gang. \>damn them. \>damn them all. \>hospital. \>throat damaged. he'll live.
Prologue part 1
Flattening their ears in annoyance and occasionally retaliating with their own arsenal with the snow full on their shovels, when caught in the crossfire. it seemed every child was out at play, though all but one. "coming, mama!"