Secrets in the Ruins (Commission for F3L4N)
She stumbled, tripped on a vine, and crashed into a nearby stack of the yellow barrels.
Dinosaur island part 5
His dragunov was missing its barrel. about halfway down the barrel, it had been cut off, at an angle, like a hypodermic needle. he cursed quietly.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 120
Or maybe even one of the barrels. that should work, too. _these aren't just blankets.
The Legend of Captains Thod and Riva ((Prologue and chapter one))
Thod ordered when he saw selinder looking through the barrels. "aye, aye, cap'n." he said around a mouthful of chocolates. "now, let's have a little chat with the cap'n of this ship. feel free to keep the books clint.
The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 8
We deposited them in several barrels and put them some distance away to be examined, but one mole accidentally dropped one and spilled all of the contents. funny smell i tell you.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 23
._ tossed over a trio of barrels that made his makeshift table, the bloated thing stared blankly at the ceiling of their cramped quarters.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 15
Inside of these promising looking caves he'd never found anything but ashes and empty barrels. some of them had sleeping shelves carved into the walls.
None So Vile 20: The Right to Rule
The boy pulled something from his pocket and leon saw a spark, and then he saw the barrels. “no!" he cried out, too late. the barrels exploded into a massive fireball a moment after the boy sparked the fuse.
Star Fox: First Contact - Mission I
The ace pilot argued coolly, hugging the humored old hare in a one armed embrace as the blue vixen smiled smugly, "seriously, pep's always telling me to do those barrel rolls when i need to most.
Dynasty: Origins, Act 02: Colored Crimson
"ah, this must be jack's new delivery boy," a hefty voice echoed from the kitchen as i set down the last of the barrels. the voice belonged to a large festo man in a purple suit, striped like the other man's.
Integration: Part Five
The british machines, while sharp looking in their own right, looked like boxy monsters with their gigantic turrets, tall profiles, hard edges, and long gun barrels.
In the Name
One round slid down the edge of the sword he had locked between the barrels and took four of the stallion's fingers clean off. the other pistol was angled downward a bit more, and the second round shattered a knee-cap.