Novel & Cerita Daryl Dixon Crossbow

And above them, banking against the moon, the thing Tori told me about not so long ago. Tori's on her back in the dead grass with the training crossbow up. Aiming. Her arms are shaking so hard the bolt tip is drawing circles. The head dips down like a diver and drops. "BRUSH," Dax roars, and he's out of the truck before it stops rolling, shoulders splitting his shirt, jaw pushing forward into something with too many teeth. Reena and Mato are already in the truck bed heaving armfuls of cut blackthorn into the air over the ditch.

My hands are locked into his clothes, my knuckles white, my eyes squeezed shut as the wind whistles a death knell in my ears. "Steady!" Daryl bellows, his voice surprisingly calm despite the gravity of our situation. He releases the reigns with one hand, his fingers moving with impossible speed to draw a secondary blade from his hip. He doesn't look at the ground; he looks at the sky, his eyes scanning the darkness for the archers.

Axel muttered. He pulled the heavy lever on his crossbow, the gears clicking with a sharp, metallic sound. He sighted down the length of the weapon. His target was the enemy commander on the far ridge—a man draped in purple silk who was currently signaling a fresh wave of archers to fire into Dylan’s flank. Axel squeezed the trigger.

he warned as he placed his hand on a lever. I froze in place, fear making my stomach drop. Damion stood next to a foreboding weapon. It looked like a giant crossbow, but instead of being armed with a single or even two shots, a line of at least twenty bolts ran down the riser of the bow. At its side, it was equipped with a belt of hundreds of silver arrows. "One twist of this lever and you can kiss your pathetic mongrel pack goodbye," Damion said triumphantly with an evil smirk that made my blood boil.

Said Lucas. “Oh, but it was great weapon.” Said Dallas. Dallas a bit disappointed, but he also feeling happy after knowing his better potential. “Seems you have experience as an archer.” Said Lucas. “Yeah, before I join the Herrscher program.” Said Dallas. “What are you hunting?” ask Lucas. “Just some animals on the mountains, such as bird, rabbit, also a deer.” Said Dallas. “That will be very helpful to mastering your weapon! Keep it up, Dallas.” Said Lucas.

Dylan’s POV I wrestled with my growing attraction for my warrior mate but my eyes narrowed to slits on their own accord when I saw Dominic signal for a bow and a quiver of poison darted arrows. He was going to shoot at her too ? That was not announced and included in the challenge beforehand !! This was cheating !

[Antagonist] ADRIAN’S POV: I stared at the body of one of my best hitmen, struggling to contain the anger that threatened to rip me apart. Darryl. That was his name. A marksman who was known for his efficiency on the gun, Darryl had made a name on the dark streets of the underworld in Cleveland. The stories that followed him were immense. They said he could shoot from any angle. Darryl, they said, could duck a bullet without even flinching. Darryl “the hitman” had once shot an opposition’s bullet with his own bullet before proceeding to finish them off.

At his feet, all the cans lay scattered, some dented, some leaking a slow trail of black sand. On the counter in front of him, a weapon rested where the carnie had set it down. Not a rusted pipe or a chipped knife. A sleek, wicked crossbow that hummed faintly with power, its limbs etched with symbols that looked a little too much like the runes on the Safe Room door. “Holy—” Jax breathed. “Okay, that’s actually—” The boy’s grin faltered. His brow furrowed. He looked down at the crossbow like he’d forgotten what it was.

300 Win Mag sniper rifle. Rusty grinned. "That's exactly what it is. It's the same rifle Chris Kyle used, and it's the one I have the most kills with." Dix dipped his head once in acknowledgment. "Then we'll have to make sure you always have it at the ready." The lean, dark man sitting next to Rusty also reached out a hand "Gonzalo Cruz." He grinned, a flash of white teeth. "My friends call me Gonzo." "What do your enemies call you?" Dix asked.

"It's a new crossbow. They say this bow and arrow can pierce an enemy's body directly. Do you want to give it a try?" "I'm looking forward to it," the man who had harassed me earlier said maliciously. "Hurry up and show it to us." "Girl, you're screwed," Lydia whispered in my ear as she let go of my hand and backed away. A male servant came over to Alpha Ron, holding a rectangular box with both hands. He opened it up quickly and pulled out a brand-new crossbow. Then, he grabbed a silver arrow and said, "I need a target." "Let's use this slave as the target," the guy pointed at me with ill intentions. "I've never seen a live target before. It's gotta be a blast."