Attack On Titan Gear Name Novels & Stories

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

I accidentally let my secret underground identity slip earlier tonight while I was threatening Amara Mensah in the lower borders. "It is really nothing that massive, Elder Jabari," I reply, offering a modest shrug of my shoulders while keeping my voice smooth. "I simply forge a few specialized titanium blades and weave ballistic wolf-shifter gear. It does not match the immense power of the Adebayo Dominion legacy."

Gord gives a small smile that is genuine yet forced as if the muscles in his mouth are used to putting on a well-worthy show instead of expressing his individualism. "Catch any of the rift rat, Tega'Von?" Gord's tone comes out soft yet not submissive enough to go unheard. Gradually, the knight guard slowly takes off his plated gauntlets, first pulling off the left one. His hand is clothed with fishnets that protect his carved runes that mesh with his bronze skin as if forged together. The fingernails are black like every one of his small appendages was smashed with a hammer rather than nail polish or ink. The right-encased metal gloves finally slip off. The hand is nearly identical in every

It can't just appear like that, the demons will guard it with their lives' he thought. - Grace, what do you say the name of the weapon was?" He asked just in case. - it's called.. wait let me get the paperwork.." Paper rustled in the back ground. - It's called the Obsidian Blade! ............ to have company even for a brief time.

Lauren "I am Lauren and I am here to challenge you to a gym battle" Koga "Hmm, My name is Koga and I am the gym leader of the Fuchsia gym and I accept your challenge" Aya who was in daze came running inside and saw that her brother had excepted the challenge she just shook her head and proceeded to do her job.

You should salute first before doing anything. I shake my head as I try to forget what I saw, nevermind. I groped holding the armor to look for that thing and fortunately, I found one hanging behind the armor. I looked at it and it was a rectangular wood with a tie on the top and written on it was Atara.

Seras: “You gave me armor forged from a dying star. What did you expect? Controlled demolition?” He grins, beard flaring bright enough to cast shadows. Kōjin: “I expected my daughter. Now show me what that looks like when she stops holding back.” I exhale. The Armor of Inferno answers before I do. Heat floods every plate, gold filigree igniting into actual solar flares that lick the air without burning it. I flick one wrist and a whip of pure sunrise lashes out, carving a perfect kanji for “father” into solid basalt (then politely seals the cut so the mountain doesn’t bleed lava).

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.