Air Cannon Quirk Novels & Stories

he was no longer a puppet; he was the Central Processing Unit of the entire fortress. "System Command: Kinetic Railguns—Online. Target: The Needle." From the side of the 10,000-foot peaks, massive barrels of spirit-conductive alloy emerged. They didn't fire shells; they fired boulders of compressed jade, accelerated to Mach 20. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The scout-ship’s shields flickered under the relentless physical bombardment. The Creators had prepared for energy weapons, but they hadn't prepared for a mountain throwing pieces of itself at them with the force of an asteroid.

he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have your small Pinata, your Orkan, and they're great, but this-" He pulled part of the tarp off the weapon. A gleaming silver and yellow rocket launcher, easily twice the size of a semi truck, sat before us, covered in markings. I couldn't deny it. It was impressive. "Is the future!" Carl finished. Leaning hard into his showmanship, he threw an arm wide. "Imagine a weapon with not double, but triple the power of a single Orkan. I call it Exodus, and it will-" I wasn't listening any longer. Behind Carl I could see a reflection in the polished chrome exterior of the weapon. Jackson Quinn slowly, carefully snuck out from his hiding place,

I went behind the tree to protect my body, aimed him and shot. 'Bang!' "What the hell! My gun is defective!" He protested, removed his mask and threw his gun on the ground. "No," I answered as I collected their pod packs which are holding their remaining pellets. "If you fire too much, you'll run out of gas. Then the pellets will start to fall short and loose velocity." The eliminated members widened their eyes after I spoke, as if they already recognized me. "Y-You... are you the third heir?" One asked.

All rotating and locking on to us individually! " Boy! I hope Adrian and the others are having more luck than us! " I said. " Hope the others are having better luck then us!” Bonniesaid. “What’s that status on The Faithless’s artillery?” Trevor said. " My scanners indicate that the mechanisms firing upon us are equipped with nano thermic energy and dispersing energy out lights,” Dr. Nightstar said. " Perfect!” April G said.” Which pretty much means their shooting fireballs that and chases after us.”

QuickShot: "Three shots are all I would need to level this city," Silent told me. "The energy cannon. I can't let him get a shot off." Pulling back the bowstring, I let go and shoot a barrage of arrows. The arrows hit the cannon over and over, causing Silent to miss. "OutCasts," I yell, stopping a little to catch my breath. "Onward!"

In this way, the send off readiness was finished. To forestall mishaps, everybody needed to stage fifteen meters from the gun. Lightning, who was standing near the lead, saw the main flashes of the lead, yet inside the squint of an eye, it had proactively penetrated into the barrel. Then there came a noisy thunder - air showered out of the gag with such speed, that it even hurled the snow lying on the ground. The hypothetical compelling scope of a twelve-pounder cannon was as much as a kilometer. Indeed, even with next to no rifling, the cannon ball would in any case fly in an orderly fashion.

Austin raised his foot, ready to stomp on it. Just then, a tender child's voice echoed, "Let it go!" A whooshing sound followed as a stream of water hit Austin. Never underestimate Vincent's small water gun. It had been specially modified and was named the Cannon Water Gun. From the name, its power could be imagined. The water gun had a red "+" button that turned into a high-pressure water gun when pressed. The effect was similar to the red "+" button on Ambrose's wheelchair. Austin let out a scream as a sudden powerful force sent him flying.

How many people in the world could own a weapon like that? Seymour sneered, "Go to hell, you piece of trash." As he said that, the spiritual energy in Seymour's body started to move, and countless runes lit up around the armor. The cannon started to move. With a thunderous roar, the gun started firing, and the explosives tore through the air, hurtling toward Wilbur in a torrential barrage.

A single law-powered cannon killed thirty-eight black-clothed guards and Heavenly Deity experts. Now, eighteen law-powered cannons were fired at the same time. The targets were almost gathered in one place. Was such a power equivalent to thirty-eight multiplied by ten? The answer was obviously no. A quantitative change would lead to a qualitative change. Presently, all the eighteen law-powered cannons were fired at the same time. The clustered effect did not only lead to the result of adding up the numbers, but the simultaneously fired eighteen law-powered cannons formed a terrifying convergent reaction.

So I gave the gun something to choke on. I didn't throw the vial. I opened the celestial conduit in my right arm to maximum capacity. The blinding silver light flared, illuminating the dark, fog-choked canyon. I applied a localized, massive anti-gravity field directly to the glass vial, pointing it perfectly straight at the massive, glowing opening of the cannon’s barrel. "Fall up," I whispered. I released the vial. Because of the celestial anti-gravity, the vial didn't drop. It shot horizontally across the canyon at supersonic speed, pulled violently into the open mouth of the Crimson Engine exactly as the massive, invisible gravity wave was firing out.