Female Anime Battle Outfits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was more than a foot taller than him, muscular body, tall, strong, long legs, square jaw, her skin was cyan blue, yellow eyes, vertical pupils, with her long pink hair, so long that it came down to the floor, but tied in a braid, they were smooth. Fury was wearing a red outfit, armour with horns on her helmet, wearing a long sword on her belt, a rope of thorns, black nails that she used as if they were the poisons and claws that she used to cut her enemies, besides poison, she was a great fighter, she was at the head of the hordes of Kurayami, a muscular, square woman who looked like an androgynous, both female and male. Kurayami took the woman as his bodyguard, ally as well as fighting

Azrael’s eyes widened while staring at me. “Alice! What kind of battle attire is that?! It’s too revealing!” he said, and I saw his ears beet red. Val and I chuckled. I was wearing a half armored attire showing my cleavage, my curves and half of my legs. My blue and white armor suit fits comfortably in my body and it feels nostalgic. It’s been a long time since I wore my armor. I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees.

They all wore their Kimonos. "If you do not mind me asking, why are you not dressed in modern outfit?" I asked genuinely curious. "Anniversary of our ancestors," Akane answered proudly. "So how long have you been with Damien?" Azumi, the eldest of the three daughters and also the boldest. "Azumi!" Akane said in dismay. I smiled. "Not long but it feels like a while," I said. "And how many of his exes have you fought off?" Azumi asked with glee.

Their gowns flowed elegantly around them, swaying with each step, a visual embodiment of their grace and poise. Kana's gown was a rich tapestry of deep crimson silk, embroidered with intricate patterns of gold thread that caught the sunlight and shimmered as she moved. The fabric cascaded down in gentle layers, the train trailing behind her like a regal cloak. A delicate crown of silver adorned her dark hair, its intricate design glinting softly in the sunlight.

"Sweet and innocent cute lady." "I need you reminded that if you even dare inhale the same air she breathes, I'll have your neck and I'm not joking." My voice is stern. Asami stands. It was then I noticed her outfit. She's dressed in a black cooperate jumpsuit with center buttons that lines from the collar to her torso. A black belt, the same material as the jumpsuit, is tied around her waist and she has a long, black, leather jacket on. "Protective. Quite charming, watashi no ai."

Matteo POV. “Don’t hurt her Tadashi.” I say after Keomi led Cass away to change into more comfortable clothes for this duel. “It is not her you should be worried about. I’m no fool, Matteo. I have heard what she is capable of. This, however, is not a sparring exercise. Alina, explain to them what it is.” We all turn and see Alina standing there in an Akido uniform, or Gi, as it is known. The long flared black trousers look like a skirt and a black top that ties to the side. In the belt at her side is a long wooden sword. Her long black hair is pulled into a ponytail. She bows to Tadashi.

ANGELA’S POV The final hours before departure were controlled chaos. I stood in my room, not facing a mirror but the bed, where a decision waited. On one side lay polished leather armor, the official battle dress of a Shadow Moon Luna. On the other, a gown of deep charcoal gray, severe and restrained, worn for pack judgments when bloodshed was not yet inevitable. “The armor says you expect a fight,” Gamma Rylan said, arms folded. “The gown says you are presiding over one.”

ROCCO Selene taking me out for dinner, she's humming a happy little tune, she's absolutely plotting something. It's around four in the afternoon but she's itching to get away. I find myself watching her fluttering about, filling a bag with soda and chips. She wasn't planning a regular outing to a restaurant and I waited for her to notice me. She wore a gorgeous teal tunic dress and leggings. Her blonde curls were loose and wavy, framing that pretty heart-shaped face. Her hazel eyes had a sparkle, she was loving having a little surprise for me and it made my heart surge.

Catarina's eyes narrowed: "Only when it is absolutely necessary, and with Babylan Eduardo's encroachments with rebel aswang and tikbalang… I find myself often fighting over Domminga every day, protecting pregnant women… protecting children." There were tears in her eyes again. Rose hated to see it. She helped Catarina up and squeezed the 5'2 Aswang to Rose's 6' height. Catarina softened, sighing sweetly, as she buried her tiny nose and languid eyes in the blonde hair around Rose's throat. "You are a good friend, tao," Catarina finally said… but her bat wings said more, wrapped firmly around the two of them like a second skin.

My hands trembled as I dried my body, and with a summoning, my magical sword materialized in my grasp. Once the preparations were complete, I was ready for my journey. A blue warrior dress, crafted from magical fabric, was a stunning vision in deep sapphire blue. The dress clung to my form, accentuating my lithe figure while providing me with the utmost mobility for combat. The bodice of the dress was adorned with intricate patterns of silver and white, which shimmered with each move I made. The fabric itself seemed to have a subtle, ethereal glow, giving me an otherworldly presence.