Armor Synonym の小説・ストーリー

Si Ning was still thinking and the way he was thinking fast about different scenarios that could happen if he makes one mistake didn’t make him aware of Su Heng that came in. "General we are ready." Su Heng reported. What! According to Si Ning's calculation, he doesn’t think an hour had passed and they were already ready. Si Ning took a deep breath only to see Su Heng staring at the armor on the chair. Si Ning assumed the armor should belong to him and he moved towards it only to see it was different from the one on set which Chen An tried on him once. Anyone could tell the armor was special since it wasn’t boring looking like the Commanders but beautifully made and the color was glittering

“Hope death doesn’t scare you?” Caelyn does not seem to be joking from the seriousness in his voice and deadly glint in his eyes. Jarvis told him to fuck off with a laugh before returning to his post. Feeling that boredom kick in, I allowed my eyes roam the whole club. Is that Syn? Syn is seated in the middle of two armored men who are dressed in the garment of the Russian royal guards. Not everyone knows this but Ezryold already explained the secret attire of the Russian family that Khalys is linked to.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

Owen removed his shoes too. "Come here.." Leon grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to lay down on his thigh. "Sleep, I'mma take my nap too. Oh wait! We should set an alarm for tomorrow." "Why tomorrow? Why not at 4:30pm so we can pack our things?" Owen frowned. "Oh.. I forgot about that." "You're getting older now, Leon Yu." "What did you call me?" "What? Should I call you simba instead? Simba is too cute than you are so it's a no."

The SecuTek Assault Armor is a battle gear comprised of cybernetic kevlar plates overlapping the wearer's reactive tactical clothing, wired to the helmet with many tiny cables hidden beneath the fabric. The advancing convoy entered the urbanized area. It felt like a ghost town; tall buildings with no illumination from the inside, barricaded storefronts, and houses that appeared empty because its owners fled the city to be with relatives in Luzon for weeks until the infection subsides. The city was partly illuminated by flickering lamp posts by the road, and the rest were shrouded in darkness. The lack of light was never an obstacle to the soldiers, but the city felt dead because of the infes

“This should help protect you from that awful device.” Arnold holds the vest in his hands, looking down at it with a combination of revulsion and awe. “This is another thing that ought to have never been created. A moon rabbit pelt is a sacred thing, not to be bartered away or sliced up for parts.” “We can destroy it once this is all over,” I promise him. “For now, just use it to stay safe.” Arnold sighs, setting the armor down. “Come back in about an hour,” he tells me. “Knock three times, so I know that it’s you.”

This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress. The dress was black leather that hugged my frame like another skin, reinforced with silver panels that would redirect blades. The neckline was modest, but the back plunged low, revealing the scars I had spent years hiding. Silver thread embroidered Shadowborn symbols along the edge — ancient protection runes that I somehow recognised despite never having learned them. " Where did you get this?" I asked, touching the soft leather.

He looked down at the body and placed the small figurine in the boy's hand. " Rest in peace Icarus. I swear. I’ll avenge you." Kronos stood up as a new scent reached his nose, a smell he didn't know. Moments later, a patrol of four Imperial soldiers wearing black armor approached him. The armor had a pointed helm with two squared holes leaving the eyes minimally exposed. Attached to the top was a tiger head shaped ornament piece.The shoulders were rounded, very long and enormous. They were decorated with two curved animal horns on each side, placed on the front and backside.

It swung closed and relocked itself almost immediately. Down at the bottom, everyone re-checked their equipment and ensured everything was in working order. All of them were armed and armored and 100% ready to wreak havoc. The Ravens only had their basic C-ranked armor, however the other four wore their own specialized ones. Both T-Rex and Xylo wore A-ranked personal combat armor, while Locke and Fluke wore B-ranked civilian armor. With the exception of Freya, Azrael, and Raijin, everyone equipped B-ranked FTG “Skirmisher” Short-Range Battle Rifles. Each one had thick rectangular suppressors on their barrels to keep them nice and quiet.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.