50 Beowulf Effective Range Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You mentioned the weapon offer. I’d like to hear more details.” Finally, he got to the heart of the matter. I pulled out the folder I had brought with me and took out the Silvergrove Mortar schematic. “This is a long-range projectile weapon with a range of up to 180 meters. Its accuracy reaches 92 percent. Though its design is simple, its effects can destroy wooden barricades or halt enemy advances in large-scale battles.” Alpha Raegen nodded slowly, touching the edge of the paper with his finger. “How many units are available?”

Gu Residence's front garden was wide and gorgeous, just walking from the house to the end of the lawn was more than a hundred meters, not to mention the flower beds, fountains, statues, and trees. The effective range of a pistol was around 50 meters, and a submachine gun was slightly better, 150 meters, but still not far enough. "Is there a sniper rifle?" Mu Zi asked Gu Yan behind her, "Bartlett, or TAC50 will do." Gu Yan was good at eating and drinking, and knew how to shoot a gun just for the sake of showing off, he didn't know anything about firearms knowledge, asking him about the model of the gun was better than asking him about the vintage of the wine!

Cole grunted his face was red with anguish. Beowulf’s face slowly colored in a murderous rage, and he leaned forward, using one paw to tighten his hold around Cole’s neck. He raised the other paw so he could slash his throat with his sharp claws. Obviously intent on taking Cole with him to the underworld. But then Cole pulled out the knife from his side and jab it into his neck and up to his throat. Blood splashed all over Cole’s chest, face, and into his eyes, blinding him. He lashed out then in fervent desperation, stabbing and barreling blows blindly until Beowulf grew unbearably heavy and he could push his evidently lifeless body off of him.

That was already the limit of his capabilities. In truth, Wellis was not weak. He was firmly an above-average warrior. His skills were able to bring him to about sixty or seventy kilometers, killing the beasts there to earn badges. However, thanks to his strong senses, Wellis was able to make up for another ten kilometers and could move around in the seventy to eighty kilometers area. He had thought that he would only be able to stop at eighty kilometers for his last foray into the Evil Plains, but seeing that person ignited some hope in him.

Traska questioned. "No. It is absolutely crucial that Elsa fight under the handicap that I might throw an axe," I instructed her. "It changes the range dynamic. If I can hit her from -- oh, five meters out, she has to keep close. If she has to keep close, my axes can engage her hand-to-hand." "Since Elsa chose a long spear, throwing it is clumsy, thus reducing her options," I stated. "Any range over six meters and she can probably dodge, or deflect, my throw. So we are both range limited, as it should be for a good exhibition."

They needed to make sure that all the Berserkers were contained. “Done,” Frederick eyes flashed open soon enough. “The barrier covers an area of 60 feet. The barrier is about 30 feet to your left Abe.” Frederick added. “Thanks Fred,” Abe was more than happy to hear this news. A small golden light covered his boot and descended into the ground. “You see that area to my left?” Abe asked Aegeus and Selina. The two turned to check out what Abe meant and soon saw a small area of land flash dimly in gold.

She asked. “Yes mam, but the range is reduced.” “So you’ll need to channel more arcane energy into the weapon for it to reach full range?” “Yes mam, it can reach a two hundred yard distance. But the recoil is enough to shatter your arm and the rod.” Likaya marveled at the tool, a simple blastarm that modified to devastate targets that went far beyond the basic power of a rod. A testament to the runic knowledge of her second in command.

This power we've discovered, it's exactly what he feared. Over the next few days, we learn the limits. The power sharing works best when we're close. Within a hundred feet, it's seamless. Effortless. Beyond that, it takes real concentration. We test it at different distances. Standing across the training ground, I can still pull his strength, but it's harder. Like drawing water through a kinked hose. At a mile, it's possible but draining. At two miles, barely functional. "Combat range," Donovan says during a water break. "We need to stay close in actual fights."

"I tried to extend range and lost control of intensity. Everyone got caught." "Maximum effective range is thirty feet," I said, supporting her weight. "Beyond that, power becomes unstable and affects everyone indiscriminately." "Which means in battle, I risk dominating friend and enemy alike if I push too hard." Frustration edged her voice. "How is that tactically useful?" "We work with what we have. Position our forces outside thirty feet when you're actively using power. Create safe zones where allied warriors can operate independently." "That leaves me vulnerable. If alliance forces close the distance while I'm concentrating on domination—"

The dark magic in it lurched sideways, destabilized, lost coherence for three seconds. "Again," Aldric said. The second attempt held the disruption for eight seconds before the object's magic restabilized. "That's range," he said. "Genuine offensive range. Do you understand what that means tactically?" "It means I don't have to be in the room," I said. "It means you don't have to be in the room," he confirmed. "Vel needs you within ten feet for the extraction. You can affect his tools from twenty-five. That is an asymmetry you did not have yesterday."