Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

The Hunters and Guardians had been asked to bring their own weapons, but she recommend each of them stop by after the meeting to have them blessed by one of several priests she had on hand and dipped in Holy Water. She said that Holy Water worked best when administered by a priest and that poor results some had reported may be due to missing this step. She also had several stakes available for team members to take which had been carved from demolished holy structures. She reported having better results with these weapons than others.

I moved slowly, deliberately. The fork was light in my hand. I bent the handle back and forth, jaw clenched, pouring every ounce of desperation into the motion until the metal finally gave in with a muted snap. I dropped to my knees and dragged the jagged break against the rough stone beside me, again and again, until it was no longer a utensil but a weapon—crude, wicked, final. The kind made by inmates with nothing left to lose. I slipped the makeshift shiv beneath my pillow and lay back, heart pounding, forcing my breathing to slow.

I’m interested to see what she’s able to do. “Sin’s favorite weapon is a short sword.” Bronx explains. “It’s about thirty inches long from what we know. Since he didn’t bring it when his wolf tried to attack you, that means he thought he didn’t need it. That’s where we have an advantage. He’s underestimating you. We’ll start with hand to hand grappling with James and then wooden swords with Arnie. Archie and Hana are here to help, since they are better with weapons than pretty much anyone else in the pack. They’ll be able to figure out the best weapon for you to carry. That stupid pen knife has got to go.” “I’ll carry another weapon, if you want, but you’re not taking away my knife.” She giv

Things will change, soon. “Now that we’re talking here, what kind of weapon should I be making for her?” A chuckle sounded throughout the night wood. ‘A lightweight sword but strong enough to cut through the strongest of hides of creatures. It should also be inlaid with something that could poison any living thing.’ The figure in the woods moaned. “There is a thing that your children call Quicksilver, it can do the job.” ‘Azrael don’t worry so much about the future. Know that things will come together in due time.’

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

The attacked from his morning breath first made him flinch, which he quickly shrugged off, and went on with adjusting the waistline of his trouser. The left halve of the trailer housed a mattress, clothes and other junks he could find, while the other were a kitchenette, an old table, and his weapons. He then walked over to the right end of the trailer where sat the lazy rickety old looking table with a coarse honey-brown surface, and a limping leg supported by a slightly smaller wood right underneath. His eyes carefully went over the items on it: a disembodied Glock 17 9mm pistol, a weapon with the rare antique class of the past age -near extinct; an army knife with one smooth razor sharp e

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

Archon suggested they pull back for the time being until they could free their friends. A few hundred feet away Warren struck the pose of the thinker and sighed, “That shriek is it's the deadliest weapon, but how do we get around that?” Archon flashed a picture of a gun and then another made from magic energy, Warren had shot two guns in his entire life, one was a pellet gun and the other a .308 hunting rifle. His shoulder ached at the memory. The fact remained that it was the best course of action, He clenched his fist, “Let's take some time to practice first.”

I said in a low tone. Peter and Justine both glanced to where I talked about. Peter put his palm on his forehead as he brought the weapons, he got from that old, abandoned junkyard. He was bringing with him a Kriss Vector Assault Rifle, a Windham Weaponry's new RMCS-3 AR-15 - Silenced, Scoped, a Kel-Tec KSG-25 Shotgun, a grain sickle, and an axe. I smirked when he brought good and best weapons to use. “Here, hold this for me for a meanwhile,” Peter gave me his axe and grain sickle.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.