Dung Eater Armor Novels & Stories

The warrior continued the vulture’s vigil, unblinking eyes washed over the armies gathered below in battle array, his Eben held before him like a walking stick. His polished bronze armor caught the setting sun, high collared chainmail to protect his neck in combat, patterned in the likeness of coral beads, bronze breastplate patterned in feather carvings flowed down to his knees and parted at the thighs, held at the waist with a leather belt made from leopard skin, with feet protected only by a pair of cowhide sandals, arms bared except a gold band hung around an arm inlaid with gourd charms and cowries, and the quadrangular warrior bell, Egogo around the other.

Zuberi growls under his breath, typing another message with aggressive thumps of his small fingers. She is putting the armor on right now! He is picking her up at dusk! If you don't show your face at the Eclipse Den, I am personally helping the Northern Lord pack her bags! While Zuberi fumes in the corner, I step behind the dressing screen and fasten the moon-iron scales over my torso. The armor molds perfectly to my body, light as a second skin yet tough enough to stop a broadhead arrow. The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight.

he added as he stood with his Creations that had finished the last of the meat. “The creatures are hungry, aren’t they? I’m sure they’d like some meat.” “That does sound good” Cosmo noted then promptly left, with them close behind. We wasted no time and all marched down the stairs. Eagle opened the door to Soul Stealers running around; with fully armed people swarming inside. They all wore matching bright white armour with full-faced helmets. I could only see their eyes as they scanned the area around them. They all had shotguns strapped to their backs and strange guns hooked to their left arms, a tangle of wires embedded through the armour.

Nicole interrupted me and Charlie began to smile. “Because their warehouse has enough open spaces on all angles and that AK has a range of five hundred and fifty yards. It’s more compact than other AK’s and they have flash hiders on them. The recoil on that rifle is also softened by the muzzle booster,” I said while looking directly at her. “Also, the compact shortened barrel makes for easier concealment and those guys spend at least eight hours on that roof per shift. A rifle becomes heavy after a few hours.” “Yeah, but–”

The Archon Ergonus was afraid. Staring at the dirt below him, he contemplated his decisions, his role. The pride and glory that his position brought him. What did it mean? It all seemed to be pointless. “Ergonus.” Another of his warriors approached him. Guldar’s armor was showing weakness. The living leaves and vines that comprised of his helmet were no showing sings of graying. The miniature gardens of grass that once grew on the trenches of his armor was now torn, what remained had withered and died.

“They are made of thick, densely quilted multi-layer fabric, with seagrass lining and the whole thing is reinforced with leather elements. The last part of the armor is tare, an apron, hip protection and is made of multi-layer, densely quilted fabric.” “Would you like to practice a little with us?” Nick interrupted his lecture. “I have an extra kimono in my bag. Just picked up from the laundry.” “Really?” “I picked it up today. Additional kendogu and a sword also.” “How can you deprive me of company, brother?” Elen was disappointed. “Look, you've got Mike on the bench over there.” He pointed in his direction. “You can keep him company.” “But he is boring to the max…” She muttered leaving the

I asked seriously. "When in the meeting a suggestion of having our warriors wear armor was given, I took it seriously. Each warrior and demon fighting now has an invisible armor on, its ability is to absorb the anointing from any weapon turning it into a regular weapon. Because of that, our warriors have an upper hand which makes them take down the human warriors easily." She answered and then gave a low bow. When I turned my head I found Ducan standing in front of me with the hero's head still In his hand.

These were shaped much like antheads, which had two jagged mandibles that glowed a bright orange where their tips met. The drones quickly sped up to the Einherjar and voraciously swarmed them. More specifically, they surrounded some of the Einherjar’s frigates and destroyers, and fired their thin disintegration beams across their armor. These concentrated high-powered beams could cut into the thinner tungsten-palladium composite armor, but were still far from effective. Though they scarred their surfaces and cut grooves into them, they still couldn’t get more than a quarter deep into the thinnest frigate armor in a single pass.

Damn! Darryl let out a long relieved sigh. Damn, he had been frightened for no reason! Meanwhile, the Cult Master took something out. Darryl was shocked at the sight. It was a white soft armor with exquisitely designed patterns that sparkled under the lights. It was very exquisite! This was no doubt a piece of art. Darryl could not help asking, “Cult Master, what’s this?” The Cult Master smiled and explained, “This is called the Celestial Silkworm Armor. It was made by one of our disciples five hundred years ago. The armor was made from silk and metal making it firm. It could shield one from most weapons and probably save your life during extreme circumstances.”

It sat squarely atop the woman's body and stared at him expectantly. "Meow." Cyrus smiled and retrieved several cans of tuna from his pocket dimension. Buttercup sliced them open with practiced claws and began to eat. The transformation had clearly drained it. Cyrus turned to the bodies. The man was massive, encased in thick white armor. A crescent-shaped bite had torn through it. The material had not completely failed. It was special-issue gear, likely military and valuable. Cyrus would take it back for study. Unfortunately, it was crushed.