Daryl Dixon Crossbow Novels & Stories

He was at least twenty yards away from the armed men, two of which entered Gibbon’s room, one keeping lookout, and the fourth was coming right toward him. Dixon knew the chair was no protection against the weaponry this large man dressed all in black was carrying, but he hoped he could at least make himself a smaller target as he aimed his own handgun. Crouched on one knee, he pointed his revolver through the arm of the chair, took aim, and fired.

"Fine. I'm ten minutes out. But if that leech comes back before I do... use the silver." "I will." "And Tate?" "Yeah?" "If he touches you again," Daxon said, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper, "I don't care about treaties. I will burn this whole university to the ground." The line went dead. I dropped the phone on the bed. I looked at the blue tape on the floor. Switzerland. Neutral ground. It wasn't neutral anymore. It was a hunting ground. I reached under my bed and pulled out the crossbow Edward had given me. I loaded a silver bolt.

I tell him. I continued to sprat for the next two to three hours with all the Bampire Barons. Next was archery training with Alexander, then sword practice with Chris. Archery is my favorite training, and the crossbow is my weapon of choice. It is quick, and the skill of perfecting the archery is exquisite. I can aim at my target from one hundred miles away without missing the mark, and I flawlessly achieve my goal. I can hit multiple things in seconds at numerous times. Yes, I am an expert with the sword, and I always carry various weapons, but a crossbow can travel a distance while I am in hiding and still attack my target without getting caught or seen.

" his eyelids dropped he couldn't bear the agony in him brothim's eyes. "Dylan, we are warriors, not debaters. We go in thime and do our best, if it isn't enough, we go home." "We have to find a helter tonight," Eric continued. " You," he pointed at Parker, "you need a few lessons with that thing," he nodded at the crossbow. "Can we start right now?" Parker asked "That'll be tomorrow but it comes with a price." "And that'll be?" "That anelace, I'm not asking for too much."

Damon noticed her. "Привет, мисси. (Hey there, Missy.)" says Damon. A deafening roar from her sub-machine gun rifle punctuated her call like an exclamation point. Damon's smug face came up from behind the counter in the eastern corner. Violet smiled as she pulled her sunglasses down and locked eyes with the target. Violet raised the cock of a gun to make it ready for firing. Damon ducked back behind his cover at the time Violet had lifted her arm to fire. The Desert Eagle Mark XIX pistol sounded weak following an SMG like that.

When in use, he pushed the quiver until it ran parallel with his arm, and his hand would go through the space between the quiver and bow handle to hold it and aim. Tony was incredibly impressed with the sophistication Dillon showed in the craftsmanship of his bow. While it was true that he wasn't a kid anymore and didn't make any new bows or weapons, for old time's sake he maintained and upgraded his best bow as needed. It was an important memento to him at that point, and his best friend Dominic had been the one to find the yew branch he used for the handle. Even so many years later, it felt nice to hold the handle in his hand. It pleased him to feel the even balance of it when he folded th

David Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with Sarah had never been so strong. She did exactly as Simon ordered, and I tagged along on the new DeLuca strongman's latest weapons purchase. I don't know if my father was forming an army or renegotiating weapons in some third-world country, but Sarah bought him the new XM250 coupled with an advanced optical system, the XM157. I don't know what level of crime this was. I hadn't even seen these weapons up close before.

Reyes looked up, still with a grin that pissed Triston off like he was not afraid of dying, like he was sure Triston didn't have it in him to take his life or any life. "Do it," Reyes dared. Then it happened. Swiss. A sharp, sudden sound cut through the air — almost too soft against the battle’s roar and pain exploded in Triston’s shoulder. He cried out, staggering backward as the arrow embedded deep into the joint, piercing through the muscle and locking his arm mid-swing. His sword slipped from his hand, clattering to the stone. His breath caught, wild and ragged, eyes wide with pain and betrayal. From the rooftops beyond the square, a dark figure lowered a longbow. Dathan. Reyes’ Delta. H

A crossbow, aimed directly at Alejandro's heart from the cover of the hedges, the archer's finger already tightening against the trigger. I didn't have time to shout a warning.

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.