Best Bows In Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Your handguns are no match against our repeater crossbows! “These are blessed weapons used to break the defenses of expert martial artists! “If you keep going against us, you’ll die for it! “I, Derek Lowe, say so!”

(This’ll be a great move when in a close-range fight, by using the sword, I can also transfer my ability into the person without attacking them with it visibly. Bow - Lightweight and easy to carry. - Foldable. - Please make the bow gray and has a firm grip, the string should also be strong enough so it wouldn’t break easily. Provide me some extras just in case. - Design it with black veins at its lower and upper limb. Arrows - Please give it to me with a bag. At least 40 arrows each bag, give me 4 bags :) - Also give me 3 quivers, kulay black din - The arrows should be plain black, can double the impact, and can absorb my ability. A tube will be fine like sa sword

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

"I've got stock on hand. Swing by anytime." Cyrus did not waste a second. He drove straight to Mt. Barat and loaded up: five steel crossbows, three high-grade compound bows, and 300 arrows and bolts for each. Two Damascus steel hunting knives, razor-sharp and nearly unbreakable, rounded out the haul. They were perfect for close combat. By the time he finished, his trunk was full. The sight filled him with a deep sense of security. With a hunting license already in his name, no one would question it.

A pale white flame shot up into the air, and the bow was converted to ten thousand grace points. "Holy shit!" Wilbur could not help but exclaim at the sight of the golden hourglass. "That… That stupid Bloodism Bow got me ten thousand grace points!" "The Blood God almost took your life with this bow. What makes you think a weapon like that wouldn't be worth that many grace points?" "No, I definitely think it's worth it! I just didn't expect ten thousand…" Wilbur rubbed his palms together. "Dear Dragon God, can I get another chance to get myself a Dragon Spirit Essence? I think it's perfect for me."

With the war mace and golden scimitar Caleb delivered, their combat abilities grew by miles. Martial's war mace was the Nine Nodes Tyrant Hammer, given to him by Qiri Crawford. Matched with the Nine Nodes From, he was so formidable that he alone could fan off a dozen novices to median Ruler ranks. Soless was even more impressive. With the Skymoon Blade that Jax Crawford had given her, she was alone but was easily handling a full group of pinnacle Ruler ranks, even killing a handful. If the Taran Swordform and the Taran Sword Technique wasn't good enough, she might have wiped them out entirely!

The surface had become perfectly calm once more. She gently touched the water. Ripples spread outward. Then… A vision appeared. Leonardo. Bleeding. The silver arrow still embedded in his shoulder. Her breathing stopped. “They found the Oblivion Arrows.” Lorenzo looked toward her through the helicopter’s secure video feed. “What are those?” She answered quietly. “The only weapons capable of destroying the Archive.” ⸻ Back inside the helicopter… Alessio slowly closed his eyes. Another memory surfaced. Not his own.

They worked on opposite sides of the tent, pointedly ignoring each other. Until a kid asked, “Which is better? Bows or swords?” “Bows,” Séverin said immediately. “Swords,” Andor said at the same time. The kid looked between them. “But which one?” “Bows are more practical,” Séverin said. “Range, accuracy, doesn’t require you to get close to your enemy.” “Swords are more reliable,” Andor countered. “Don’t run out of arrows. Don’t snap if you drop them.”

Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver. Elowen tests the bow’s weight, grinning. “This’ll punch through armor.” Cian nods. “The arrows are dipped in wolfsbane. For disorientation.” ——— We don’t make it a mile before they strike. Six soldiers burst from the trees, blades raised. Rolan meets them first, Nightfang humming as it cleaves through a sword—and the arm holding it. Elowen’s arrow takes another in the throat, the wolfsbane smoking as he chokes.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”