Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

He asked anxiously. Jia nodded and pulled out two carbon fiber handles from her pockets. Creed smiled when he saw her holding two digital knives in her clutches. He asked her to bring these knives because he felt they were ideal props for dummy battle. The state-of-the-art receptive engine inside these digital knives could replicate the full-fledged sparing experience. "Do we really need these? Why can't we just use our soul Armas'?" "Soul Armas are good, but they steal your chance to build a foundation. We are comfortable while using Soul Armas, but that is not the right approach."

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

Elsewhere, an Aqua Marine Pack warrior slammed both palms downward. Massive waves of water surged upward around him before condensing into dozens of razor-sharp water blades. With a sharp motion of his hand, the blades shot forward violently and pierced through his replica from multiple directions. The copy shattered apart immediately. But not every warrior was fortunate. A replica Sacred Flame warrior suddenly swung its flaming blade in a wide arc. The real warrior reacted slightly too late. Slash! His left arm was instantly severed by the burning strike. A horrifying scream echoed across the stage as the smell of burnt flesh spread into the air.

Their bodies were made of iron frames that carried steel blades. They didn't strike at Elara's arm. They targeted the silver network along her ribs. The massive steel blades came down with a CRUNCH that cut a slot through the paper three inches from her left hip. The impact did not draw blood, but released a cloud of dust that filled the air with the dry choking scent of an archival fire. The silver-leaf filigree along her ribs shorted out instantly, the green current from the grip-bar reversing its voltage to boil the remaining cobalt ink inside her stone arteries until her skin began to peel away from the paper pulp in long, translucent strips of grey film.

The sound of fracturing carbon-fiber armor and snapping bone echoed through the lab as the assassin was lifted off the ground, crashing violently into a row of metal storage lockers fifty feet away. The fourth assassin panicked, discarding his heavy rifle and drawing a high-frequency vibro-blade from his hip. He lunged at Rhys’s throat, but Rhys simply raised his left arm. The vibro-blade slammed against the dense carbon-fiber plates of the moonstone wraps, emitting a shower of bright orange sparks.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

"And Mendoza's standard arsenal, I'm guessing." Rick moved to her side and produced a key from a hidden compartment in the communications cabinet. The lock clicked open, revealing a compact but comprehensive collection of weapons, two handguns with extra magazines, a short-barreled shotgun, and various knives. "Iron blade," Rick noted, lifting a matte-black combat knife from its moulded slot. "Military grade, designed for anti-supernatural operations." Casie took it, testing the weight and balance. The handle fit her grip perfectly, and the blade absorbed rather than reflected the cabin's dim light. "This will help against the constructs."

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.