Armor Drawing Novels & Stories

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

As I did this I noticed what is now a red crusty shirt that I was wearing. I probably should find a new one….As I looked around trying to find some kind of fresh clothing, I saw nothing but blood stained shirts…. “Guess I will just have to keep it then..” I mumbled. Then I looked at the main piece of armour the bandit was wearing. It was a kind of fur armour. The fur looked to be switched in the rough shape of a torso and was then held tight by an assortment of leather straps. I got to work quickly trying to undo the amour. There were at least five straps on each side of the body. Each one was done so tight, it took me a little while to undo. As I got to the last two, I heard the sound of a

I carefully placed the sword back to the table, yet nearer to me. She was smiling as she was getting a long armor that fits on her elbows with a small circular hole in it and a sharp arrow. Some stripes will avoid the armor from falling. It actually looks like a thin pipe, Also, I think there are ropes inside of it. Those look tiny, but surely it's not that easy to break because of its purpose to be used in a battle. She shook the armor in front of me, and a proud, excited face was evident. She made her cheeks look bigger by smiling big. "I decided to undergo training with this! Yay!~"

Moriah was gazing at his reflection. His tight black armor was made from iron, the breastplate was lined with transmuted thin craft of gold, the symbol of his army Wolf was carved in the left side of the plate. He saw his gesture in the mirror, as cold as always, two piercing and cruel eyes, small stubble around his chin. He blinked, slightly wondering why he was looking at himself, it was unlike of him. It was also a big day for him.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

The man growled again at her baring his fangs to scare her away. But Penny kept moving forward. When she was at an arm’s length, she saw how deeply the arrows had pierced him. Two arrow heads were protruding out of his back. In the front there were some arrows that he had broken the shaft of. He was wearing an iron armor tunic and black breeches. His long shoulder length hair was soaked with sweat and blood. A scar on his right eyebrow added to his overall lethal look.

This aura… why does it feel familiar, like I know who it belongs to? A 6ft 3 man with silver hair fashioned into a Mohawk wearing gold earrings walked to meet Kronos in the center of the arena. Kronos gasped when he saw him. Zorvun’s Beard! He looks just like me! He wore a bronze breastplate made from many layers of smaller metal pieces, mimicking the scales of a dragon. It covered everything from the neck down. The upper arms were protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sat well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms were covered by vambraces which had a dragon shaped metal ornament piece on each outer side. The upper legs were covered by rounded, half covering cuisses. The

And before that, he’d have to repair his armor. “Restituere” He placed his palm on the broken part of his armor and spoke the lease that was literally just a cheat all spiritualists had. The space in his armor gradually filled up. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. “Augendae armis” He cast an enhancement lease on his armor, strengthening his protection by twenty five percent. It was only then that he was somewhat satisfied. He then activated two glows- Takeover and Absolute Darkness. Now he was ready.

Creed nodded and bent on his knees to pull the last two energy bars in his pocket over his shins. He tried up the knot on his boot and said, "Alright!" He got up and extended his arm, "But first…I need an Armor!" [ A stray soul-armas signature appeared ] [ Gained Soul-Armas: Weeing Edge (Grade: Weapon) ] [ A stray soul-armas signature appeared ] [ Gained Soul-Armas: Mist Core (Grade: Armor) ]

Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection. Before anything, I focus on protection. I grab a set of lightweight body armor— fabric pads designed to absorb impact while remaining undetectable under clothing. Chest, back, arms, thighs—each piece is strapped into place, offering just enough defense without sacrificing speed. A full suit would slow me down, and I can’t afford that. But these will stop any claws, teeth or worse from inflicting too much damage which will give me an edge.