Translation
Fanfic: Wenn rote Erde brennt
thoughtfully to himself.
This only confused Kamyra even more. Modo looked up again and asked, “Are you alone?” It took Kamyra a moment to understand what he meant. What now? Should she tell him there was a group of defenseless Deimons out there in the woods? She decided against it: “Yes. I am.” Although Modo had taken too long to answer, he left it at that for the time being. "What brings you to earth?" He asked further. Kamyra turned away. This question-answer-game was not right for her and therefore she kept silent now.
At that moment Rico and an elderly man drove up in an old pick-up with the two motorcycles on the back of the truck.He had borrowed the car from a friend of Charly's. Modo helped him unload the bikes and bring them to the workshop. The old man honked again and then drove off with a crackle. Vinnie was just hanging up and slumped back into the chair he was sitting in. "How is she?", Modo wanted to know. Vinnie shrugged. "They couldn't tell me anything exactly."
Modo turned to Kamyra, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed and still tied up. “Do you have an antidote?” Kamyra slowly opened his eyes and replied, “I have no idea.” Vinnie jumped up and looked as if he was going to draw his gun and shoot the Deimonin any moment.
Modo held out his arm in front of the youngest of the group. “What does that mean exactly?” Kamyra struggled to sit up. So her lie was useless, so she looked Modo in the eye. "Very well. I didn't end up here alone. My partner shot your girlfriend.And only he knows the poison on his arrows. "Vinnie took a step forward and bumped into Modo's metal arm that held him back like a wall." Then you will lead us to this guy! "he half yelled.
A cynical smile played around Kamyra's mouth. "Or else?" She asked. Vinnie handed it. He pushed his buddy aside, drew the gun, and aimed the muzzle at the still calm Deimonin. “Otherwise I'll shoot you a seventh hole in the head!” Kamyra got up and walked slowly towards him, until the muzzle of the weapon dug into the fur over her chest. "You'd better shoot here, kid.", She asked him in her mocking tone.
TO BE CONTINUED
Soderle, that's it for me again! Hoping to get two clerks after all, I'm staying! Until next time!
Ciao Drachini
This only confused Kamyra even more. Modo looked up again and asked, “Are you alone?” It took Kamyra a moment to understand what he meant. What now? Should she tell him there was a group of defenseless Deimons out there in the woods? She decided against it: “Yes. I am.” Although Modo had taken too long to answer, he left it at that for the time being. "What brings you to earth?" He asked further. Kamyra turned away. This question-answer-game was not right for her and therefore she kept silent now.
At that moment Rico and an elderly man drove up in an old pick-up with the two motorcycles on the back of the truck.He had borrowed the car from a friend of Charly's. Modo helped him unload the bikes and bring them to the workshop. The old man honked again and then drove off with a crackle. Vinnie was just hanging up and slumped back into the chair he was sitting in. "How is she?", Modo wanted to know. Vinnie shrugged. "They couldn't tell me anything exactly."
Modo turned to Kamyra, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed and still tied up. “Do you have an antidote?” Kamyra slowly opened his eyes and replied, “I have no idea.” Vinnie jumped up and looked as if he was going to draw his gun and shoot the Deimonin any moment.
Modo held out his arm in front of the youngest of the group. “What does that mean exactly?” Kamyra struggled to sit up. So her lie was useless, so she looked Modo in the eye. "Very well. I didn't end up here alone. My partner shot your girlfriend.And only he knows the poison on his arrows. "Vinnie took a step forward and bumped into Modo's metal arm that held him back like a wall." Then you will lead us to this guy! "he half yelled.
A cynical smile played around Kamyra's mouth. "Or else?" She asked. Vinnie handed it. He pushed his buddy aside, drew the gun, and aimed the muzzle at the still calm Deimonin. “Otherwise I'll shoot you a seventh hole in the head!” Kamyra got up and walked slowly towards him, until the muzzle of the weapon dug into the fur over her chest. "You'd better shoot here, kid.", She asked him in her mocking tone.
TO BE CONTINUED
Soderle, that's it for me again! Hoping to get two clerks after all, I'm staying! Until next time!
Ciao Drachini