Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Christas

Before Krista stepped on foot in a high rope quarry or even practiced rope climbing, her father once taught her to fall. While protecting the head and do not fight the momentum itself. When Krista slammed from the bomb, she bent her knees to form a ball. Krista did slam fiercely on the ground, but within seconds she instantly rose to her feet, took cover behind the crate, and smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder.

    Krista glances at Ken at a glance, then does her skills-disappear. He jumped into each of the cargo crates and climbed up the grid of the building. He quickly got to the roof.

    The conditions were very bad, the view from above turned out to be very alarming. Geak was outnumbered, and they were besieged from the right-left by many. Ken was right to have kept the original points of their departure from the others a secret. Someone opened their mouth. Krista saw everything from above, but she didn't see any spy figures, there must be spies monitoring their movements. Ken once said, Moontown leaks here and there, even inside Geak.

    Someone has shot from the mast, hopefully it signifies Tera's presence in the original septicaye, and Krista's just stalling for time so they make it to the head.

    Krista runs on the roof lightly and jumps down a row of containers while choosing a target. Turns easy. None of the above signaled a threat to her, Krista jumped down to the ground beside the two who were shooting at Silva. Saying a prayer while slitting one's throat, then the next. When the second man collapsed, Krista lowered her head to take cover and rolled up the man's right arm. Hand tattoo engraved ice element, Ice Death. Is this revenge activity for Ken's conflict with Deal, what else? But it shouldn't be this much.

    Krista then moved to the next chest while remembering the location of the enemy she saw from the roof. He first subverted the woman who was carrying a large, impractical rifle, then darted towards the man who was supposed to protect the woman. The tattoo of the man with the image of a lion roaring, Lionolbars, which means lion. How many gangs are they dealing with?

    Krista started to want to move on to the next box. In his view he could not see from his place, did he have to climb up the row of containers again, or run forward with a caught threat? Take a deep breath and run Krista forward, tonight the Saints are protecting her. There were two people shooting behind him, Krista quickly took out two knives to finish off the two in an instant. Six bodies, six lives that Krista pulled out tonight, after this war, Krista had to atone for her sins a lot.

    After that, Krista rubbed her knife into the crate where she was sheltering and returned it to their respective containers. Krista had to jump to the side of the container to continue her direction, she retreated to the back to pick up a swing, then ran to the nearest container cargo. Meanwhile, his fingers stuck to the outskirts of the container, he could feel a piercing pain in his left forearm. When Krista turned her head, she still had time to see Roger's ugly face grinning, the clumsy Deal temple.

    Roger pulls Krista down while twisting a knife that causes a stab beside her body. Krista struggles not to faint in this state, she twists herself backwards and begins to feel the pain. Roger exclaims. "I caught Lunark's cat!"

    "You should aim me up a little bit, my heart is out of order."

    "Don't die, Cat," said Roger. "You're a very valuable catch. I can't wait to hear your story about B*jing*n Krisbow's information. I like a good story."

    "I know the end of this story" Krista said intermittently. "But when I tell you that, you won't like it."

    "Times?" The man slammed Krista into the chest, then his entire body was drenched in pain. Krista tiptoed as blood rolled beside her body. Roger's arm squeezed into his torso, curling both his arms.

    "Do you know the secret to fighting scorpions?"

    Roger laughs. "Rabbering cat shit? Don't die first, we'll bandage you later."

    Krista straightened her right leg to the side and shrunk her left leg, instantly hearing a soothing click. His shoes were not only fitted with pads to climb the wall, but the tip of his shoes at once had occupied a small blade.

    "The secret is," nasal Krista. "Always keep an eye on the scorpion's tail." He slammed his toe upwards, finally issuing the same wound beside Roger's body, the man screeched and released Kirsta. Her cry pressed down on the sidelines of his arm.

    Krista staggered back and leaned into the crate. He felt his hands wet from too much blood coming out. He can't climb, not if it's like this, not if he's lost this much blood. Krista could hear the rumbling gunshots, the shouting of the crowd, who won? Are they already in the schooner? Krista's thoughts were mixed.

    He remembers when his father set him up on a rope ladder, climbing, Krista. Container stacked like a pyramid over here, if only he could climb up just once, he would hide behind first-rate cargo, just once. Choose to just climb or stand in place and die. With the strength of determination, Krista mustered all her strength, trying to get up and rest on the chest she was resting on. Krista's trying to clear her head, climb up Krista. The tip of his fingers gripped in the container, while his legs slipped slipperyly trying to climb.

    It's nice to lie here, but Krista knows that if she leaves a trail of blood, she has to go up once more. Just one more time, and then you'll be safe, he thought. He forced himself to kneel down and headed to the next container. With the help of the side of the container, Krista was a little helped and heard that the metal was vibrating.

    "Let's get the cat down."

    as Krista fully stood up, her fingertips again held the tops of the containers to climb onto the tin roof. Ignoring the pain that is getting sicker for longer. When the first Container collapsed due to the friction force that Krista caused, making her hang helplessly. The people downstairs didn't shoot him, they wanted him alive.

    "Let's go down Cat, we want to share information."

    Krista lay down again on a container that is very comfortable but does not mean relief. Again, but he couldn't. Unable to kneel, unable to raise his hand, unable to even roll. Her body was in too much pain, she could only mutter, climb, Krista.

    "I can't, Papa," he whispered. Right now, even though he was unyielding disappointing his father.

    Move, his orders to himself. It would be foolish to die here. However, dying somewhere else could have been even more foolish. He will die here free. He will die after fighting properly, not because men get bored with him or demand more than he can afford. It is better to die here because of its own blade with a rippled face and a fake silk cloth.

    Krista suddenly felt her eyes being held. Did they board the container? Why didn't he hear them? Has his consciousness gone that far? They managed to catch him, someone then turned Krista to her back.

    "Don't you, Krista."

    Sound like dry leaf friction. His eyes are open. Ken.

    The young man hugged Krista tightly, then fell down the two of them, forcing the man's legs to hold the weight of one person. Krista groaned as they retreated to the ground.

    "Are we winning?"

    "I'm here."

    Ken must be running. As each swing of her steps, Krista's shaking body pain pounded her chest. He can't use his cane while he's holding Krista.

    "I don't want to die."

    "I'll try as much as possible."

    Krista closed her eyes.

    "Keep talking, Cat. Don't get away from me."

    "But that's my forte."

    Ken's holding her tighter. "Just hang on till we get to schooner, open your fucking eyes."

    Krista tried, her vision blurred, but she caught a shoot grate on Ken's neck, just below the young man's jaw. When he first saw her at Cerveny, Ken paid Mrs Lois for the information he got. Ken never visited the Lois girls, even though many of the girls who invited him happily to enter the room. According to them, Ken looks like a demon because of the many permanent blood spills on his hands. But Krista could see that the girls had passion in their voices and their gazes that could not be separated from the young man.

    During the night, as Ken passes by Cerveny's living room, Krista acts tol*l and rashly. "I can help you" he whispered. Ken glanced at her, then went forward and continued to ignore Krista as if to say nothing. The next morning, Krista is called to Mrs Lois' office, and she believes that she will again be beaten up or another worse reward, but instead he saw Ken Lunark standing propped up on a fox-headed stick, waiting to change his life.

    "I can help you" now Krista started talking.

    "How do I help?"

    Krista doesn't remember. There's something he has to tell Ken, but I don't know what, anyway, doesn't matter.

    "Speak to me, Cat, let's answer."

    "You're coming back to pick me up."

    "I'll protect my investment."

    Investments. "Thank God my blood stained your shirt."

    "Then I will enter into your union."

    Now she remembers that Ken owed her an apology. "Say sorry."

    "For what?"

    "Tell me."

    Krista did not hear the young man's words, the world went pitch black.