Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

Inside was a full sparring set made of reinforced lightweight armor: chest guard, arm guards, and shin guards all personalized with Alex’s name and colors—dark grey and royal blue. “We figured you’d want to go all-out now that you’re shifting,” Lucian said. “We may tease you, but you’re our cousin. That makes you ours to protect… and train with.” “Thanks,” Alex said, fighting tears again. “I’m going to wear this all the time.” “Not to school,” Aurora warned lightly, sipping her tea. Then came Seris, holding a small box of her own. It wasn’t lavish—just a square wrapped in simple brown parchment tied with blue ribbon.

Griffin's battle form was the body of a man and the head of a bull with cleaved hands, making his punches deadly. “That is so cool. My great-nana used to tell me stories about watching a Minotaur in the Colosseum before emperor Valentinian III stopped the games. She also told me about other shifting breeds, but I haven’t met any other than a few panthers, tigers, and a lynx.” Bee was more excited now than when she was talking about her bike. Griffin sat silently listening to the she-wolf. His bull snorted in the back of his mind. I like her. She isn’t a pretentious bitch. His bull said as he stretched and walked closer so he could take a closer look.

Griff closed the distance between us, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Excuse me.” The sales assistant bustled toward us with a small stack of boxes. I narrowed my eyes and growled. “What?” “This arrived for you from an order you made from the Phileas Network,” she said with a sniff. “Our weapons.” Griff’s features broke into a broad grin. He took the boxes from the assistant and pulled me toward the fitting room. “Let’s see how many we can hide in our clothes.”

They picked up the satchel destroyed by their arrows from the dirt and examined it closely. "I think he is wounded," one of them said "Nah, It's just a scratch. There's no blood" "He can't be that far," the other archer said as he glanced around nonchalantly. Peeping up at them from the dense leaves, he studied them and tried to pay attention to their conversation. They both looked hefty, have this rugged look. He assumed that they were vicious more brutal than the brute riders. Pleading with them was out of the subject. The uniform they had on, showed that they worked for the Grandmaster. It was a black uniform adorned with red buttons that had the grandmaster symbol of a crooked owl creste

There was also a shield, with a magnificent and ferocious griffin embossed on the face of the shield. The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect.

The bartender slapped the bar in a state of euphoria, "We are so scared of your ghost weapons. They'd probably pass right through me." Archon begged for freedom. Warren got the sense Archon did not care to be insulted, "As long as you're okay with it, Archon." Warren waved his hand through the air. The long majestic wings of light sprouted from his back. Long forelegs, with sharpened talons made of bluish light, encircled his arms. The griffin's head covered his with little effort. Archon shrieked loud enough to shatter glasses. The street toughs fell off their stools and gripped the edges. After the shriek died, they dared to peer over their seats with fear.

Unlike team fights, gladiators in the individual fights are allowed to wear normal reinforced steel armor. In the previous fights, he didn’t use armor as he did not feel the need to use them. All his previous opponents in the individual tournament were just like practice targets to him. But this time, he knew that he was about to fight a real gladiator fight. Every bit of armor and protection he could get was worth it, they may be his lifesaver in a moment. After looking at the armor set for a short while, he expertly slid the special chain mail on, as he extended his hands outwards to get the chest plate.

Ginns, "I didn't expect that your Warrior's Garments are so effective. It's rare that the wearer can have the cultivation of a ninth-level grandmaster." "Of course," Dr. Ginns said proudly, "this is the power of science and technology. And you, the so-called warrior, may not become such a master after a lifetime of training. But it will only take us a few minutes to create a great master, and all we need is a piece of clothing." "I don't think so," Qin Haodong said. "To achieve such a good effect, I guess that you must have spent a huge sum of money on these clothes."

They both grunted. “Once again, you kids are making my job as your trainer more easier.” Matthan said behind with a tip on his hat. “What happened?” Flavius looked at his fist as it faintly emits red semblance. “You have taken the first step in wielding the EXTERMINATOR which could now be worn by any of you.” Great-grandmother said as the praetorian guards matched behind. “Does that mean, A Cohort can wear the armor too?” Flavius asked as he was assisted by Herminia back to his feet.

So, he was not willing to get too friendly with anyone. "It's my time to shine!" Griffin declared loudly. 'It's as if he's worried that no one will watch him!' Fane snorted lightly but anticipated to witness Griffin’s skills as a chosen disciple. Griffin was eager to show off in front of Fane. After seeing Fane's dismissive gaze, he narrowed his eyes at Fane with a vexed expression. He swiped at his space ring, and a bone that had been specially refined appeared in his hand. His weapon surprised Fane since it was the first time Fane had ever seen someone wield such a weapon.