Is It Possible To Make Iron Man Suit の小説・ストーリー

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

To keep him alive—and to keep the world safe from him—Aris and the Supremacy engineers had crafted the "Cradle-Suit." It was a masterpiece of obsidian and glass, a life-support system that felt like a mobile coffin. The Weight of the Separation Leo sat on the edge of a reinforced slab in the Spire’s highest level. Every movement felt heavy, the suit’s internal servos whirring to compensate for the radiation density of his own limbs. He reached out to touch a nearby table, but the thick, armored gloves robbed him of the sensation of wood. He felt only the mechanical feedback of the suit’s sensors.

He jerks his head towards the front door, and I follow him. On the porch is the full elite force. They are dressed in our suits we made especially for fighting. Having four years to prepare since the last big attack has been beneficial. The suits stretch and conform to wolf form without losing their thickness. The fabric is similar to human's bullet-proof vests. They won't stop vampires' claws completely, but they give our bodies some form of protection from having our hearts ripped out. Hunters have had no success against them. Rogues have been scarce in recent years, but we figure the suits will help against them as well. Of course, Emmett's suit had to be tweaked multiple times. The dude'

asked a feminine voice, the man sat on the ground and shook off the roots still attached to his body. "Hello Captain, using enchantments and spells drain the energy from the suit." Even if he was much taller than the person before him, he treated her with the utmost respect. He stood up and stretched its arms. "Self enchantment, rapid regeneration." His horns went back to black color, and his wounds closed up. "I understand," she nodded and lightly smiled. "Care to explain why are you naked?" "Hmm? Ah! it's because the suits need to be in direct contact with my skin to function properly." He shrugged his shoulders and yawned. "And require a lot of concentration to control.