How To Use Scholars Armament Novels & Stories

She shouted, her loud scary voice echoing around the concrete room as Taylor came in with a black bag which she dropped on the ground beside Lambo. Taylor is the gang logistics coordinator, she's in charge of the weapons, so she controls the artillery. She opened the bag, and the trainees started stepping out one by one to get their guns. "Face the dartboards!" Lambo ordered, and the forty trainees turned swiftly to the dartboards on the wall, aiming for the bullseye. "Now make sure your f**king arms are on the right, if you fail to hit the dartboard, you're dead!" Lambo thundered again, and some of them began peeing on themselves as they reset their guns on the bullseye.

Why, Saelyna had said it earlier, "Reach in, pull and release" I motion for Gylen to stand back as I drop my weapons and crack my knuckles. I close my eyes and create an imaginary target. "Reach in". I'm taking an arrow from the quiver. "Hold". I nock it firmly, blocking off all senses but the sixth.

he commanded in a cold tone not glancing at me even once leaving as abruptly as he came. I hurried off the ground whimpering as I felt a sharp pain, my healing process hadn’t been completed but was enough to get me into the equipment room and to the armory. I had never been told to carry out this task before and had a strong feeling Riley and Shyne were behind this but there was nothing I could do about it. The armory was towards the East wing of the pack house where the warriors kept their weaponry and vests used for war, made in bronze and metal that had exquisite detailing and the pack logo inscribed, and I was instructed to clean and polish each and everyone of them.

Jackson grabbed my hand again and he started walking down the stairs first and helped me down so that I wouldn't trip and then he turned on a gas burner at the bottom of the stairs and it lit up almost the whole room. I looked around in shock, circling in the one spot at the armory that was right under my feet this whole time. It was bigger than the one that was known to us. Werewolves don't usually use weapons. We don't need them in a fight, so the armory that the pack knew about was really small. This one wasn't. It was full of hand guns, riffles, grenades, materials to make bombs, everything that we would need. So I grabbed a duffle bag off of a shelf and started filling it with everythin

“Don’t be shy Ma Cherie.” “Back to the initial question.” I glared playfully. “My suggestion is that you advance the course of training with weaponry. They will be forced to learn more; you must make learning weapons a necessity that is required for your soldiers. They need to be able to know when to shift into their wolf form or when to use a gun. As I said, it can potentially save their life.” “I’ll make the changes.” He said, a beaming smile of pride on his lips. “I meant what I said, I need your skills and brilliant mind.”

with what seems like a long time, she was finally done demonstrating and she starts training the girls, making them do stretch outs, planks, side planks and many more. The girls were fast in learning, and this got them to proceed to the next stage, as she teaches them beginners level. It was hard for the girls to pick up at first but as they kept on trying over and over, they were slowly getting it...they trained till when it was time for the girls to go back home, Ari gave them two poles that have been dismantled so they can be practicing at home at their free time...Amalia and Nelly were very happy and tired, they said their goodbye before going back home...Ari, on the other hand, walks ou

" That was right. Benjamin had lived for a long time. Even a seed would've grown into a big tree after that amount of time. It was natural for him to have gathered a large amount of soul energy. "Benjamin, once the soul is destroyed, can I still keep the Scholar's Arsenal?" Benjamin shook his head. "Don't think too much. The Scholar's Arsenal belongs to Francis, and the main soul has true control. Once we destroy them, they will all disappear. "And remember. I have to take the initiative to attack at that point. The main soul will definitely call the Scholar's Arsenal to assist it in a fight. Otherwise, it would explode in your soul, too, which would cause significant problems."

She looked at him, jiggling his saber around for a quick warm-up, "I must say, that's weapon looks exquisite, Mister Damaged." "Thanks, I got this new weapon not too long ago!" Creed honestly explained his intent. "Since you also use swords, I will try to learn from you! So you better not hold back..." The good and mysterious fact about Soul-Armas was that they were weapons that automatically fit in the user's hands. It would save the user's time in learning its basic handling and skills. That's why Soul-Armas was so popular, it was like muscles would automatically generate a muscle memory for the weapon. The only thing left for the user was to increase their expertise with it. People also c

They answered in unison. "Good, today we are going to put that knowledge to the test." I extended my right arm forward. "Come forward, you will have to pay close attention to what I am going to do. This is a technique that I have personally developed. It is a way for you guys to never be unarmed, even if you are bound in silver chains with WolfsBane or any other kind of restraints." I stowed the little black box in my pocket and finished tearing the blouse from my arm, leaving it exposed.

I can't help asking. He removes a sheath with a small knife from his hip and slides it into the leather ties of the arm guards. "Several will fit comfortably and won't inhibit your movement. Never rely on one weapon; you always want backup." His lesson intrigues me so much I forget I'm all but naked. Then he turns me to the side and his breath runs across my shoulders through my hair. Suddenly, I feel every bit of my unclothed state. He doesn't seem to notice the goose bumps that pepper my skin as he attaches the other arm guard.