6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

No one can stopped me this time, from what I just deducted from the grunt that I just killed, I know one thing for sure, the leave anyone behind at this time, is nothing but a hassle and a lost of time for me. Whomever that crossed path with me, no matter if they were holding a weapons or not, male or female, young or old, I will kill all of them the same, all the peoples that in this mansion tonight needs to die. None of these people requires my mercy anymore, I’ve done playing games with them, halfway of dealing with these villains, I’m not longer used my gun nor SMG or even rifles that the dead guards were holding, Instead, I unleash my deadliest and my favourites moves, the Thousand Cher

My eyes widened in shock as I raised my head up to catch his stare, his haircut made me widen my mouth a bit, it looked so good that I had to fight the urge to run my hands through it. The army coloured short he was wearing revealed his hairy legs, while the black top emphasized his abs, like is he working out? I swallowed gulps of spits as I eyed his large and powerful arms, the muscles kept popping in and out the way he flexed and gesticulated. Gosh! he smelt like raspberries. "Just come in" I said pulling him in, and shutting the door quietly. "You should be preparing for tomorrow's event" I scolded as we both sat on my bed.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

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

He thought that he wiped out and killed all the mercenaries but suddenly, Bang! Someone hit his right arm, he can’t used his right arm to fired and shoot. “what? Enemy? There’s an enemy left?” he was shocked because all he knew that he killed all the mercenaries according to the Ival Vanlimz information that given to him. Bang! He hit again his left arm and the bullet buried six inches deep to his arms. “Argggh!” he shouted because he didn’t expect that his both arms were impotent now. “What the fuck! How he shoot me? Did he used and item to blocked my anti ultra sensors? It can’t be! Ahh! Too much pain!” the assassin endured the pain, there’s a lot of blood comes out his both arms.

"You should know what I did then, right?" Before Morty could finish speaking, Chase shot forward like an arrow. His right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and he dashed toward Morty with lightning speed. "Hmph, you're seeking death!" Morty's expression darkened as he waved his arm, summoning a pitch-black dagger into his hand. The dagger was completely black and covered in strange patterns. It was surrounded by a swirling dark mist and exuded an intense, chilling force. Morty's cultivation had reached the peak of martial arts saint, making him one of the top powerhouses even in Capital City.

Jishnu, armed with a bow that fired energy-infused arrows, struck with pinpoint accuracy, each arrow finding its mark and incapacitating his foes. Karunesh and Mourya, trapped behind the iron gate, were not left defenseless. Karunesh wielded a sword that emitted a resonant hum, its edge vibrating at a frequency that cut through the toughest armor. He parried blows with skill, his movements fluid and unerring. Mourya, equipped with a pair of chakrams that returned to his hands after each throw, unleashed a flurry of spinning discs that carved through the attackers with deadly precision. Despite the overwhelming odds, Rudra’s team fought with unparalleled coordination and skill. The weapons Ru

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.