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He strode towards the announcer and pulled out a weapon, “For the Moongray pack.” Members from the Moongray pack cheered for their warrior and I scoffed, patiently waiting for one of my warriors to accept the challenge. Few seconds later, one of my pack warriors growled loudly as his nails elongated. He took slow strides towards the announcer and picked the smallest weapon—a knife.

We just happen to be one of his suppliers. I push off my table and fall into the comforting cushion of my chair. "Fucking psychopath!" "He's asking for machine guns, C4s, Dragunovs, to mention a few." Military grade weapons, of course. "Well," I breathe. "I could send him some real Dragunovs since he's so obsessed." Kylian bites down a laugh, leaning close to the table to flatten out the edge of some sheets. "He's offering to pay more."

he finished. I tried to hard to keep the laughter threatening to burst out of my mouth at bay, I succeeded, except, what came out was a stifled snort. I shook my head and schooled my expression "first of all, I don't fo partnerships, in this small company of mine, I only take investments on projects I work on". He nodded his head understanding what I was telling him. "Second of all, I only sell my weapons to people who I trust. In the sense that, I know they would desist from misusing it"

Raven POV Nothing else of interest happened to me for the rest of the day. After the talk with Allistar, we just focused on weapons training which is my favorite. I've mastered a few weapons, but my favorite would have to be my katanas. There's just something about a weapon that holds so much grace while being extremely deadly that brings such unbridled joy to me. Penelope's weapon of choice is an axe and I have to say it was hilarious to watch the shock and confusion on Allistar and Dimitri's faces when she used it with such precision. Honestly she is absolutely flawless with her axe and she always holds a huge smile on her face when she uses it. I mean really think about seeing a small she

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

“They sent me to the middle of a war with no weapons or realization that there was a war.” “The famiglia and cartel have been together in this war since the alliance formed. How did you not know?” Panting, she shook her head. Lowering my arms, my lips curled. “A weapon. You want a weapon? I’ll give you a weapon.” I lifted the hem of my t-shirt revealing a Beretta 22 Bobcat in my holster tucked into my jeans. “Do you want it?” Her eyes opened wide. “No.” She sniffed and wiped the tears from her face. Even with the dark smudge under her eyes, she was stunning. “What happened at the club last night?”

Whoa! My youngest aunt asks disbelievingly, "Are those even real weapons?" He eyes her sternly. "Yes. If one cuts you, you will bleed. Are you doubting my skills?" He asks her fiercely as all the weapons suddenly began pointing menacingly in her direction. Everyone looked like they were gonna shit themselves. Especially her. "Onyx, what the hell?!" I yell. He stares fiercely at her for a while longer. Then throws his head back and laughs haughtily. As he spins his hands around towards the sink. And all the weapons turn into regular water before going down the drain. "Nothing Babe. Just having a bit of fun." He grins while wrapping his arms around me. What the hell was that all about? I eye m

“The elders want a test of intelligence? Strategy? Let’s give them something they’ve never seen.” She crouched beside me, watching as I adjusted the springs on a compact, hand-crafted weapon—a modified pressure-release blade small enough to hide in a boot. “You’re building weapons now?” “No,” I said, turning the bolt with practiced fingers. “I’m building advantages.” Mila gave a low whistle. “You’re more dangerous than you look.” “That’s the point.”

Flo stepped back at the appearance of the weapon. “There’s no mistake. That’s the Second Generation Politia. But why would a criminal like him have an Askar and Patrol special weapon?” “Hahaha…, are you surprised, huh? Wondering how I can get this weapon? Just so you know, I can get it from anywhere, I can even take it by force. And now…” The man swung the scythe and pointed it at Alisa and Floria. “I, Santana, will finish you off here, the water magical girl who dared to mess with us.”

"I meant to say that I wish to acquire items for my inventory." The shopkeeper nodded understandingly. "Do you have a suit?" he inquired, delving deeper into Keagan's needs. "No," Keagan confessed. "I am without weapons as well. That's why I've come here—to purchase the necessary tools." Recognizing Keagan's eagerness, the shopkeeper accessed a dashboard, swiftly inputting a series of squiggles that materialized into a holographic display. A vibrant array of suits and weapons materialized before them, each item meticulously crafted to cater to the needs of burgeoning heroes.