Blue Sand Armor Outward Novels & Stories

The sand around his feet hardened, holding him in place. I forced my breathing to calm down. "Let me catch my breath. Then, we can continue." It took me a full minute to shake off the nausea and dizziness. I recovered right in time. Fenon escaped the clutches of my hold. He punched at me but a sand shield formed in front of me. It cracked at his attack. He slammed his fist again in the thing and I slipped past him. A silver sword molded into his hand. I mirrored his weapon, using both sand and water to create mine. We went at it again, full blast. Sand kicked up in the air. Each contact of the blades of our swords forced out a gush of wind.

A pleasant humming-like song came from the blue sea, and then a huge wave hit the shore. Fortunately, Baker used his body to help me stop the wave.The clothes I left on the beach were all wet by the sea, but it's better to wear wet clothes than to be naked. Two blue-skinned siren were sent ashore by the waves. When the siren's feet touched the ground, their bodies began to change.The color of the blue skin has become fair, the pointed ears have been shortened just like ordinary people, the silver hair has grown to the waist, and the gleaming scales have become a silk-like coat.

As the wind picks it up and sends it away, I step back when I see Silent unfazed. "This armor is made from an incredibly dense, reinforced steel," Silent says, "You're going to need so much more than your pathetic explosive arrows to put a dent it in." "Let me guess," I say, grabbing a few more arrows. "A secret, stolen formula." "For what I want," Silent says, "I need this armor to be invincible." "And what is that exactly?" "Order." SpeedBlade: "Here's my order," I say, running and jumping into the air. Pulling back my sword, I prepare to swing at the giant calling himself Silent but as I raise my sword, I see Silent's hand glowing.

The four of us parted ways to prepare, with them tucking in their children for the night, looking toward an uncertain future. I let my powers flow over my body. If I can create a key, a bird, and a blade with my powers… Why not armor? My mist swirls around me, casting me in tough, hard armor in a soft blue that hugs my body like a glove. When the mist settles, I’m totally covered up to the chin. I take a few steps away from the table, crossing through the door of the armory into the wide, open training area. I break into a jog, then a sprint, leaping and shifting mid flight. The armor made of mist shifts with me, turning to armor that covers my wolf.

I stepped into the one shoulder dress that worked well for my body shape and adjusted my breasts going sans bra due to the sewn-in padding. The dress was a bondage style that accentuated what it shouldn't as I looked like sin. The shoes were so beautiful in a orange and blue pattern and took no time to put them on and fastened them. I got into the bathroom and applied a bit of powder, eye liner, blush and mascara. I put on my favorite clear lip gloss. It was a true optical illusion as it was transparent blue but it made my teeth look whiter. I spritzed on some Valentino Donna Born in Rome fragrance. I pulled my hair out and hit it with some hydrator to call my waves and curls out to play and

They never mistreated him, they just pretended as he never existed. Xasha wondered why he suddenly started thinking about old times. Xasha was on Stardust Island. He stood on an open field with his hands behind his back, wearing tight green armor that one would think was just a leather suit. It was actually made from a Special Alloy that used Storm dragon scales mixed with Sea king scales and Golden Peacock feathers.

I told her. Which, I took the largest ice boulder and push the rest of the silhouettes back to their wall, sealing them behind it. Kuroyuki seals the hole afterwards. "H-Help! I can't win this…!" Persia yelled. TH— THUNK! THUNK!!! She was slicing Blaze’s silhouette with her cards, yet it bounces away from his body. I remember Blaze had a magical armour on him. This means— it even copied that…!? "Kyaa!?"

The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning. Two swords lay beside them—twin blades, pulsing with raw power. One for Xander. One for me. The forge had gifted us. Xander stepped forward first, his usual composed expression was filled with awe. He reached out, fingers grazing the silver armor. The moment he touched it, the entire armor responded, shifting slightly like it had recognized him I swallowed hard and looked at my own. The obsidian armor was calling out to me like an extension of myself that I didn't understand yet.

He didn’t wait, kicking frantically for shore. I glanced down. My own personal swarm had arrived. Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, their needle-toothed mouths gnashing against the faintly glowing plates of my armor. The sound was a horrible, skittering scrape. A wave of visceral disgust rolled through me. Time to go. I swam, not with panic, but with a brutal, efficient speed. The armor was dead weight, but it was a cage they couldn’t penetrate. I hauled myself onto the beach just behind Wren, collapsing onto the pristine, untouched sand. The island was perfectly restored. Not a scorch mark. It was obscene.

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.