"Step aside, mortal," the guardsman ordered.
The guardsman drew a sword.
The guardsman struck with nonchalance that told Jule just how much he was being underestimated.
Jule moved away from the slicing sword and caught the guardsman's wrist.
When the guardsman rose, the arrogance was gone from his face, replaced by anger.
"What are you?" the guardsman demanded, withdrawing.
"You need to get out of here, sweetheart!" he yelled and rolled to face the guardsman.
The guardsman was on his back, but Jule knew he wouldn't be down for long.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
She lowered the crossbow, her gaze going from the guardsman to him.
The guardsman was done playing with him.
If I fought off a guardsman as a human, I can take on an Other with my powers back.
The building had been burnt to the ground, and the guardsman began the process of sifting through the ashes.
The guardsman lowered his gaze to the ashes as he began digging in earnest.
The guardsman hesitated, not sensing the soul of the dead immortal despite the blood.
Traveling to the portal between worlds, the guardsman took one last look around then dropped through the gateway to the immortal world.
She crouched, catching sight of a guardsman several hundred feet away.
"The guardsman will show you to your room," the Watcher said as they reached the building.
I can kill a guardsman in the immortal world.
She held her breath as the guardsman on the outside hesitated, seeking out the two prisoners he couldn't see.
The point of a sword entered ahead of the guardsman.
She counted to three, when the guardsman's hand came into view.
Jenn let her instincts take over, ignoring the instinct that told her no mortal should be able to fight one guardsman, let alone three.
Her kicks were ineffectual against the guardsman's chainmail, and his sword plunged into her chest.
Bianca stepped away, and Jenn dropped, sensing the guardsman's next blow.
A punch to his throat kept him from reacting, and she launched up again as the fourth guardsman attacked.
The dagger jammed it open, and the guardsman reached up to snatch it.
The guardsman on the ground rose, coughing and choking from her blows.
Jenn tackled the guardsman trying to close the door.
She strained to keep her hold on the guardsman, even as the other one left the cell and snatched a sword to finish her off.
Jenn rolled away, blocking the standing guardsman's shot of her.
Its power raced through her and out, sending the guardsman nearest her flying.
Jenn looked from the next guardsman to the Other whose lightning lit up its hands.
She stumbled away from a guardsman's blow that knocked her remaining dagger from her hand and landed hard.
Purple lightning sizzled and a guardsman's sword arced towards her simultaneously.
He knocked the guardsman back with a punch and deflected the Other's lightning effortlessly.
She stepped away to slash at a guardsman then tugged the necklace on quickly.
The guardsman attacked with a knife in each hand, his movements a flurry of motion.
The guardsman finished pulling the last arrow from his chest and climbed to his feet.
At long last, he heard the sound of a car leaving the garage, and he maneuvered the guardsman away from the garage to ensure the immortal didn't take off after her.
The guardsman materialized out of the dark, moonlight glinting off the metallic purple symbol on his back.
Resigned to a fate she couldn't determine, Sofi obeyed the Watcher and followed the guardsman through the building.
With a wince, she stepped straight into the sword of the smallest guardsman then slashed his throat.
He sensed no Others or Watchers there, though he wouldn't know if a guardsman was present until it attacked him.
Emerging from the shadows a city guardsman raised a lantern and stared at Trimus and the others.
guardsman be gruff and unforgiving but she likes a drink and a game of dice with other guardsmen.
So far from being scandalized by the juxtaposition of "Das Fraulein" in the Winter Palace, Catherine accepted it as a matter of course, provided that her own relations with the handsome young guardsman, Gregory Orlov, were undisturbed.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
On the evening of October 11 Seslavin came to the Aristovo headquarters with a French guardsman he had captured.
He was clean-shaven and wore a Guardsman's padded coat with an Order of St. George at his buttonhole and a plain forage cap set straight on his head.
Unlike Guardsman Weston, they were not in a talkative mood.
The Coast Guardsman's Manua by George E.
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