Iron Man Bleeding Edge Armor の小説・ストーリー

The air reeked of herbs and blood, moans of pain rising like a mourning song. Kale sat on a stone slab, fists clenched, his head bowed. His armor was shredded, his body streaked with blood...but not his own. I knelt before him, taking his hands in mine. “Kale. Look at me.” He lifted his gaze slowly, and the sight chilled me. His eyes were dimmer, his skin paler. “You’re bleeding,” I whispered. “It’s nothing,” he muttered. But then I saw it. At the edge of his chest, where his armor had split, dark lines spidered across his skin. Shadowy, black veins spreading outward like poison.

She realized everything has a price. Raven was ready. The eclipse started. Inch by inch the shadow took the moon. Out of the edge line the Lycans had shifted and started getting riled up. They began howling alerting the pack the intruders were here. Bloodchild ran in sword held high and sheild in front of him. His sheild was tarnished and three painted blood drops were on the front. His helmet down over his face and his armor dark and dirty. Bastion looked at Alpha and moved his lips, “He’s mine.” Bastion spirited toward him. When he stopped suddenly Bloodchild shot backwards like he had been speeding towards a wall and hit it.

"I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you." He turned to his son. "Alex," Jackson pointed to a suit. "You are the leader now." Alex walked up to a mannequin. The suit was sleek, black, woven with optic fibers. It had a built-in neural link for hacking on the fly. "This is..." Alex touched the fabric. "Polymer mesh. Bulletproof. And it syncs with your glasses," Jackson said. Next, Jackson turned to Mia. "My fighter." He handed her a pair of collapsed batons made of dark metal. "Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing."

The glowing, semi-molten breastplate did not sail cleanly through the superheated air; it tumbled with a heavy, unstable wobble, its superheated steel edges tearing through the dense ozone of the chamber with a sharp, high-pitched scream. When it struck the lead soldier of the honor guard square in the faceplate, the concussive force did not shatter the helm—it melted it instantly on impact, the molten dark steel fusing with the man's visor in a grotesque, sparking weld. The guard didn't even have time to scream before the sheer kinetic momentum of Killian’s throw lifted him clear off his boots, smashing him backward into the two men behind him and fracturing the clean line of their advancin

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

[The Mirror’s Edge] The silver coating our skin didn't feel like a cage; it felt like a cold, second heartbeat, an obsidian exoskeleton that hummed with the intent to kill. As we stood in the shallow pool of mercury, the liquid metal solidified into a jagged, shimmering armor that responded to every twitch of my muscles. I looked at the figure in the doorway—the "me" that had never known Dante—and felt a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the "Sync" and everything to do with the void.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

​The Shadow’s Edge ​Elena moved like a ghost through the shimmering indigo mist. She reached the first ridge of the Liquidator vanguard, her silver blades humming. She didn't strike from the front. She dropped from a high, obsidian branch, her weight amplified by the "Null-Link" to hit the lead Liquidator like a falling star. ​Her blade didn't just cut his armor; it Infected it. The moment the silver steel touched the Directorate’s chrome, a microscopic network of black vines erupted from the wound, clogging the suit’s joints and shorting out its life-support.

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

It was raised in a diagonal position ready to strike the guardian. But Edward held Lyon’s arm with both his arms, he held it so tight that almost all of his veins could be seen. Lyon dropped the blade before giving Edward a bland look with his emotionless crimson eyes. He then slowly walked back to Odagaia’s side leaving everyone speechless. “I apologize for my men’s insolence, I will be sure to discipline them!” Edward shouted with sincerity. The disrespectful man's armor fell to the ground in four pieces while his blade slowly cracked before shattering like glass. The blade had cut through the armor leaving a long slit on the man's chest, blood began to drip from him before he fell down u