Ban Hammer の小説・ストーリー

Then I saw it. In the corner, just beside a half-open steel cabinet. A hammer. Its wooden handle was worn, the metal head rusted at the edges, but it was whole. And next to it, a long, bent iron rod, something that looked like it had once belonged to a massive machine. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed them both. My hands shook as they closed around the hammer, but the grip I had was unyielding. Maybe too strong. Because the fear had tangled with rage now, seeping deep into my bones.

"Initiating: **Sanitization of the Anomaly**." He raised the hammer. And as he swung it toward my hea d, I saw the name etched onto the handle of the hammer. **[PROPERTY OF: THE ARCHITECT-KING]**

But now that demon has returned, making them uneasy, only they are powerless because he is a first-level emperor who can destroy the formation in front of them with his heavenly artifact, the Devil's Hammer. BOOOOOMMM…. “Hahahaha, this is so much fun! You’ll all be my food, get ready to be my food, humans. Elephant Hammer Strike!" The attack from the hammer conjured up a giant elephant, which roared as the hammer struck the already cracked formation. At that moment, the formation that had been protecting the Ye family was shattered into pieces, terrifying all the members of the Ye family.

There was a lot at stake for us, once we were done here… “Fuck you!” Rabbit screamed--- and with that, the hammer came down, crushing his fingers and hand. The sound of crushing bones resounded in the room along with the scream of pure agony. Blood colored the gray and blue floor red and the white of bone could be seen as Prez lifted the hammer, revealing the remains of his hand.

She raised her hands, pulling tons of sand from the air, shaping it into a massive, shimmering lance. "Beast this, sister!" Jack countered. He unholstered a weapon he had been saving for a special occasion: a three-foot-long, heavy hydraulic warhammer. The head of the hammer hummed with a kinetic capacitor. Xanthe threw the sand lance. Jack didn't dodge. He swung the hammer, meeting the lance mid-air. The kinetic energy from the hammer detonated the sand structure, turning the desert air into a temporary cloud of dust and steam. [The Activation]

Above us, the fifteen-ton mechanical hammer reached the bottom of its secondary swing. The concussive pressure wave hit the dais first, a wall of dense, superheated gravity that slammed my spine flat against the lodestone runes. The skin of my palms, already peeled to the red meat, fused completely with the glowing patterns as I funneled the volatile, surging hybrid fire from my core straight into the primary anchor bolts of the anvil. The hammer didn't hit the stone this time. It hit the very air above the moat.

They spread my fingers, exposing the back of my hand, leaving a clear target for the hammer. “No, no.” I tried to wrench free, but my resistance meant nothing. The hammer came down. “Bang!” I screamed as a sharp wave of agony tore through me. It was unbearable, like my flesh had been ripped open by fire itself. “Bang!” “Please!” I begged, my voice cracking, but no one listened. The man with the hammer ignored my cries, puffing another lazy cloud of smoke into the air as if he could not even hear me. “Bang!”

Then I saw what the villagers had said, the rumors seemed to be true. The place where the door had been, the hinges were massive and hand-forged. I could still see where it had been hammered by hand. The metal was dark and rusted, but still held together. And just beside them, something caught my eye. A hammer. I tried to pick it up. “Look… it’s a hammer. Bigger than my head. I can’t lift it.” “Careful, Valentina,” Raffaele said, stepping in and helping me lift it.

I reached for it and my hands trembled immediately I touched it. I carried it downstairs straight into the storage room. I knew exactly what I wanted. The hammer sat on a shelf , or was heavy, cold and perfect for what I wanted to use it for. I picked it up and laid the bracelet on the concrete floor. For several seconds, I simply stared at it and then, I swung the hammer on it. The first strike bent the metal and I hit it again. It made another crack sound and gemstones shattered. I began hitting repeatedly as tears streamed down my face.

Something hard protrudes under the fabric on one arm where there should be smooth muscle and flesh. Arms smashed? And a knee-cap too... What was used? The answer's clear enough. On a side-table lie a hammer and a crowbar. I don't touch them, but again, blood smears over the dull metal surface. Baxter's quite helpless. Gun still raised, I move closer for a better look at his hands. They're a bloody ruin, the fingers smashed, almost jellified. Flesh and blood and bone drip red to the floor. No possible surgery could repair this damage.