Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

He took a small rectangular-shaped box out of his coat and gave it to Eunicia. She hastily opened it to see a brand new custom-made 15-inch Xerrohmite steel knife with a high-frequency molecular edge making it very easy to cut even Adamantine steel. It also had a pair of dark-Iron leather armored gloves to pair with the knife. "Are these really for me? The steel knife alone must have cost a fortune, let alone the gloves feel like they were just recently woven!" Eunicia shouted in glee. Kent smiled explaining that he made them for her despite her objections long ago. Every time they are deployed to practice, Eunicia's weapons break easily while competing against the other squads who are using

Another walked in, carrying a small case. Inside: compact weapons. A thin blade that could be hidden in the hem of a dress. A micro‑pistol designed to fit in the palm and pass most standard scans. A garrote line that looked like a decorative chain. “Personal choices,” the handler said. “Choose two.” Lys’s hands hovered over them. Her fingers went to the blade first. It balanced perfectly between her fingers, weight familiar. She could feel a ghost memory of sliding a knife into a thigh holster under a tuxedo of Kael’s eyes flicking down to note it and back up with something like amused exasperation

“This buckles in the back and this is the microphone. It will pick up the vibration in your throat, so it will pick up even a whisper.” Following his direction, I placed the strap around my neck and connected the two ends. I felt the microphone centered against my throat. It fit snuggly around my neck, but not too tight that it felt constricting. A wire hung from the strap, with an earbud on the end. Once it was secured, Ryker used the one in his hand to place it on himself. It seemed the strap was made from stretchy material. His neck was much larger than mine and I saw the way it stretched to accommodate him.

[Name: Butcher Knife] [Type: Sharp Weapon] [Rarity: Damaged] [Attack: Weak] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring out of the dungeon: Yes] [Remark : A normal household butcher knife used for slicing vegetables... or someone else's hand.] The moment Mike picked up the knife, the information appeared in front of his eyes. After inspecting it, he put the knife away in his backpack and continued his search. Soon enough, he made another discovery.

Moving quickly. He approached Luna's bag. Pulled something from his pocket. A knife. Worked fast. Efficient. The angle made it hard to see his face. But his build. His movement. Luna knew. "Can you zoom in?" Lyric manipulated the image. Enhanced. Sharpened. There. Clear as day. Darius Kane. Cutting her gloves. Smirking at the camera like he knew exactly where it was. "Cocky bastard," Lyric muttered. "Can you copy this?"

"Our hands Logan! And with the fighting skills we have, all we need are two sticks and we can do anything." "I love your enthusiasm but I'm not going to be doing that with you. I'm going to have a knife in my left shoe and my gun in the right. My boxer has a pocket so I'm going to put a taser inside it and we're also going to take a communication device. And that reminds me, talk to Alex, the tech guy and find out if the button like camera and microphone are ready for testing. If it is, that's what we're going to use. We'll run the test for them." "How will I convince them? Because if it fails, he and his team will begin to blame themselves for that and I'm sure that is something we want to

I giggle. “I heard you mention it to Nico once and filed it away for later use.” I tell him and he kisses my cheeks before returning to his seat and pulling out his gifts: A Microtech Jagdkommando knife and a Boker Swiss Dagger ‘Twisted Damascus’. Beautiful specimens in their own right. “Fuck that Jagdkommando looks deadly,” Nico remarks, then pulls out the gift with a frown. “A Porsche? I have two already,” He says and I flash him a smile.

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

Joe gestured to the table containing the knives, and we nodded, signaling for him to continue. “Alright, so, you are going to want to hold the kn*fe by the blade at the balance point. Pinch it between your fingers, with the blade pointing upwards. Now, tilt it back slightly, and push your arm towards the target. Release the knife as soon as your arm is fully extended, and make sure to snap your wrist as you do so.” He showed us how to do it slowly as he spoke, and then proceeded to do it so fast that it barely looked like what he had described. The knife travelled so fast that you would miss it if you were not looking directly at it, and it pierced the target. We stared in amazement for a c

I countered. He nodded just as Rowan approached us. He bowed softly, offering greetings that I replied to with a smile. “She’s going to watch us train,” Knight said to Rowan, who nodded squarely. “I’ll get her padded up and prepare your gun,” he muttered before walking off. “What kind of pads is he referring to?” I asked, looking up at Knight. “Earplugs and noise-canceling headphones,” he said calmly. “It’s to dull the sound of the gunshots so it doesn’t end up damaging your hearing.”