Crusader Armor Novels & Stories

Standing up, I gave her a smile and hoped that she would trust that I was on her side. Just as I stood, Arric landed a few yards away, with his back turned toward us. I realized that every time he shifted into a Dragon or back into human form, he always kept his back to me. Just like most Dragons, we had the ability to manifest clothing back onto our bodies. After he was dressed again, he turned toward me with a friendly smile on his face. “Glad you were close by, or I would have missed her.”

Heat surges through my body, and for the first time, I’m aware of the crown floating above my head with colored spires glowing brightly. “Do you like our force field?” I pull the shield from my back. The action causes thin quills to grow from the harness and weave themselves around my body until they form a short protective dress made from the lightweight metal feathers of Hedone’s Stymphalian birds. Spaulders made of the Colchian dragon spread over my shoulders. As the body armor tightens to fit me, I roll my shoulders, grab the sword out of the compass rose, and take a defensive stance.

"... Their equipment seems to be quite similar and given their training, they seemed to be organized ... Are these soldiers?" Zark was perplexed by his equipment. The soldiers in front of him were armed with long swords and a complete set of chainmail armor, each soldier possessing a pectoral cuirass with the emblem of a chalice, this cuirass being the unit section of plate armor that they possessed. They all had the same type of sword, but some also carried bows, crossbows, and spears; As he looked around the group, he saw an object that disturbed him.

Eya inspects her handy work making me smile at how proud she is. “It’s beautiful, you two did amazing work together,” I comment, grabbing the black leather pauldrons which are embossed to match the rest of her armor. The pauldrons are layered, almost like the scales of a dragon, working down covering Raven’s upper arms. I smile thinking of how Raven will look like a beautiful strong warrior queen in the stunning armor our vaari and her stepdaughter made for her.

“As promised.” Dragon scales were light and flexible and yet offered amazing protection, especially against fire. What they called armor was actually more akin to a coat or a suit of the tough material. These ones had been wrought into the shape of the traditional Slayer jacket and painted red so they didn’t differ much from Temujin’s original top and still matched his cloth mask. On the front of the armor there was the same spirally mark as on his hachi-gane (forehead protector) that was suggestive of a slithering red dragon.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

They were staring at him. At the blade buried in his body. One of them shouted something across the courtyard. “Alpha!” The name carried through the battlefield like a warning bell. The man in front of me coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Only then did I realize the armor he wore was different from the others. Heavier. Marked with a dark crimson crest over the chest. The warriors closest to us had seen it. One of them rushed forward, dropping beside him as if to catch him before he could hit the ground. Another turned sharply toward the rest of the battlefield, shouting something I couldn’t fully make out over the ringing in my ears.

I behead another crawler, my eyes blazing as I feel my thigh tingle as my mark surfaces, making the crawlers hiss as they shrivel back. I summon forward my power, gasping when I feel the crown on my head, and the shield that now appears strapped to my arm. I raise my arm, my hair whipping across my face as three crawlers slam into it before they shriek and jump away. I spin, jumping forward before kicking one of them. My armour is impressive and flexible. I can feel the power in the shoes, the way they adapt to any terrain, the way that the fabric itself is armour, even the crawlers are unable to rip the fabric. Science at its finest.

The first item was a light gray, neatly folded thin and long robe, which was Caspian's first reward, the seventh-grade defensive weapon, the Puritan Armor. When Caspian heard of its name before, he thought it was a plated armor. Thus, he felt somewhat cheated by the name. What he saw now was a long, thin robe. Then, he finally understood that an immortal's armor was different from those plated armor that mortals wore on battlefields. After receiving the Puritan Armor, Caspian felt that it was not heavy, and the clothes were even soft, which was no different than an ordinary long gown. It was just like an undergarment, and it would not restrict the wearer's movement.