6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Spiked Cestus [B] x2 Ragnarok Armaments Heavy Repeater SM [B] — Mad Monk’s Charlatan had a sleek frame, but was heavily armored. Similar to Kali’s Rakshasa, his arms had an extra layer of armor. On top of that, his arms terminated in thick and wide spikes that were clearly designed to severely dent armor rather than penetrate it.

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

They required protection from harm due to their essential role in a mech's offense, but they also had to retain their nimbleness in order to operate their weapons as smoothly as real human arms. Regarding the use of arms, mech designers generally chose from three different options. One was to keep the arms articulated like a human's, letting the mech depend on external weapons like pistols and rifles. Great importance is placed on mimicking the arms to its biological equivalent, sometimes achieving a synchronization of up to 99%. This allowed marksmen to fire their weapons as accurately as they could in real life without depending on aim assist and other guided aids, which provides a remarka

"It's the giant glowing pillar in the center of the vault! But Jack, you have to hardwire yourself into it! You have to physically anchor your Void arm to the mainframe!" Jack surged forward, his Valkyrie-Apex armor blazing. He closed the distance to Arthur in a heartbeat. The patriarch sneered, pulling a silver derringer from his vest—a weapon forged from a collapsed star. He aimed it directly at Jack’s forehead. "Your hostile takeover ends here, boy." Arthur pulled the trigger. A beam of absolute, unyielding erasure shot forward.

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

Not even the sword. Furthermore, to add to his misery, there was no sign of even an Aura on that knife. It was purely based on physical ability and Malikul Afdal was slaughtering his enemies as if it was too easy. “Someone else.” He shook his head. “I need to face him eventually. It was a matter of time.” Arman frowned, reluctant to let him go. “I’ll win this and return.” He tapped Arman’s arm. He couldn’t let things go like this.

Seeing this, the faces of the crowd turned paler and paler, and their hearts almost sank to the bottom. The cultivator who had just died had reached the fifth stage of Real Immortal Realm. In this team, he could be regarded as a superior combat strength. But he still could not block this strange attack. And the most desperate thing was that these arms were endless and increasing. A cultivator was covered in frost, like a hard armor. Before the arms touched him, they were frozen and fell from the air. Although it was smashed into pieces with a bang, every piece of it soon evolved into a new arm and pounced on him like a poisonous snake.

"Amari was defeated and barely survives... against Nerom the King Rank Swordsman." Alkhun could not believe it.

' I exclaimed inside my head. After countless trials and errors, I was able to free my fragile small hands from that annoying duct tape. I roamed my eyes first to observe my surroundings, as I heightened my senses to be ready anytime those bad guys appeared. Holding to the only weapon that I have in between my hands as if my life depends on it. My very own fountain pen... Don't underestimate pens, they can be deadly and dangerous for a weapon too especially if it was used in a crucial moment where your opponent did not expect you to use it.