Bound Armor Oblivion Novels & Stories

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

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 tried to be as quiet as possible but him, being six foot seven, three hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle, was not light on his feet. “Why are you following me Beta BlackPaw?” she asked in annoyance. “Did you have a question?” “I wanted to apologize for my comment. You and the Shadow Guards are a gift to our kind. You have saved many innocents. I never meant to doubt you. Please forgive me.” he said bowing down to her.

he said, handing me some dried meat that had been in his belt pouch, then retrieved my sword and both our mail shirts, which were probably already setting to rust. “Throw them away.” I rested on my elbow as I watched him work, relishing in the sight of his nude physique. “I never want to wear armor again,” I continued, fully knowing that wearing it had previously been my goal. Tristan lifted his face, firelight glinting off his eyes. “We aren’t out of the Southern region yet, love. And no matter where we travel, there will be threats we’ll need to defend against. Besides, this mail is worth a small fortune and—” He broke off, giving his head a shake. “You don’t have to wear it, Andronika . I

Sofia's tattoos blazed bind-blue supernova, hex-nets exploding ensnaring clustered horrors thrash-scream, voice whip-crack: “Bound—diad, core-shot now! Backlash building!” Caelum gauntlets whirring overdrive, suppression-domes shimmering contain-void backlash bubbles: “Fields max—hold two minutes!” Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!”

I hold back to make sure he wouldn’t be dead in an instant from this punch. BAM! Huh? He’s harder than I expected. I realized my hand isn’t even touching his blazer— he had armour, a magical armour. No wonder he feels tough. It had an opposite attribute compared to Kuroyuki’s armour. Kuroyuki’s armour is cold like ice and this guy’s— it’s burning, and I could actually feel some heat transferring to my fist. Not like it would hurt me. Let’s add a little more strength… WHAM!

Her delicate face was full of unconcealed depression, which was indescribably charming in Salvatore's eyes. Salvatore smiled and clinked glasses with her again as he asked, "The Bloodwing Battlegear is the only armor that Lu Bu has worn in the world. It's only right that your master treasured it." Then, Salvatore sighed. "It's said that the Bloodwing Battlegear can't be pierced by swords or spears, and even purple-rank weapons can't pierce it. That's why I specially came to Mount Hua and wanted to borrow it for a while."

"Hmm, if you were wearing this armor while fighting it, I can see how you survived but it doesn't explain why those new toys of yours are so badly damaged so soon." "I wasn't wearing this armor yet. I was in standard gear sold by Senior Sam." Kirou said this while taking out a piece of metal from the furnace and started hammering. "If you weren't wearing this armor but those standard crap, how did you manage to deal with the overlord's tremor and berserk attacks?" Bladesmith asked this in confusion after Kirou pointed out the armor details. "Shadow Clones," was all Kirou said as he was focused on hammering the metal before him.

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

The beast rose its weapon for another strike and Sethlzaar rose with it, veil moving deftly. He took the enemy's arm first, severing it at the elbow. The action was swift. Behind it was a power borne from swinging wooden swords and veils for near ten years. The force of the collision sent both arm and club cascading through the air over fifty feet. Now the pain in his back roared like something demanding release, spreading into the length of his spine. Sethlzaar jumped to the side, evading the unsouled's swinging arm. One armed, and the beast still fought. He would have been impressed had Saelin not been lying a few feet from him. The unsouled came at him and he indulged it.