Leather Thumb And Finger Guards Novels & Stories

His breath was warm against my neck, and I hated how much I noticed that detail. "I was not vibrating," I lied, shoving his chest lightly. He didn't move an inch, obviously. The solid wall of muscle beneath my palm might as well have been carved from stone. "I was just... integrating. There's a difference." "Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night." He smirked, stepping back and tossing me a pair of leather wrist guards from the table. The leather was worn, well-used - probably his own training gear. "Get your shoes on. We're using the private southern ring. The main grounds are too crowded today."

Quickly undressing, I donned it and went to a huge floor mirror. The leather pants were very tight around my legs, after all, eating cake every day was not in vain for me, and my mother Lane took my measurements even before I got to the academy. There were weapon mounts on my right thigh, I put my hand on them and pretended to draw a dagger. Laughing at the absurdity of her actions, she straightened the upper part of the outfit - a leather jacket, fastened diagonally. A distinctive detail of the jacket was an elongated sleeve covering half of the hand, and a deep hood, all this served as additional protection against catchers, because in order to take strength and life, they need to touch th

How was this happening? Thorne took the desk to the right of Keverow. She slammed her gavel again to get the crowd to quiet down. One of the guards took Thorne’s hand and pricked his finger with something that looked like a needle. He winced slightly but schooled his fce back to neutral as the guard walked away.

A sharp spike of adrenaline hit my throat as I stared at the weapon. "This is the slide," Dave said, pointing a finger near the rear serrations. "Keep your thumb flush against the frame, or the slide will bite your skin when it cycles. Never rest your finger inside the trigger guard until you're locked on target. Align your thumbs like this, stacked, so you have absolute control over the frame." I mimicked his grip, raising the heavy iron sights to eye level. I squeezed. 'BANG!'

(Increases to 15% if the target is bound) +10% chance of laceration, dealing 5% of the target's max health as true damage for 3 seconds. The effect doesn't stack on itself. (Increases to 25% if the target is bound) Description: A pair of gloves made from the leather obtained from the Scarlet Eyed Boa that had some thin wires attached to it at various points. This glove makes it easier for the wearer to manipulate the wires attached as the creator attached a special gem that acts as a medium for energy inside each glove. This glove's creator was definitely thinking something bad when he created this glove, hmm.

The knives are gold where you have to hold them, and the blades are silver. I put on the leather gloves so that I could handle the other silver items. The gun isn’t silver, but the bullets are. I loaded the bullets before putting the gun in its holder. I then fit on the knuckle busters. The part that rests on your fingers is gold, like the daggers, and then the ‘busters’ are silver. The chains were purely silver. The whip had a leather handle, but the actual tassels of the whip itself had slivers of silver. Geez, Simi is heaven sent!

“Fighting is about control, not just force. You need to protect your hands.” She watched as I wrapped her hands, circling the fabric around her knuckles and wrists. She was tense at first, but I was careful and gentle. When I finished, I showed her my own fists, making a tight, firm shape. “Watch,” I said, curling my fingers in. “Always keep your thumb outside your fist. Like this.” I demonstrated, showing how the thumb rested against the fingers. “If you put your thumb inside and punch, you’ll break it. Remember, thumb outside.”

It was a fitted combat outfit, deep black with subtle silver lines running along the seams. The material was light but strong, clinging to my shape without restricting movement. The top was sleeveless, high-necked, offering protection while leaving my arms free. The back was reinforced slightly, designed to absorb impact without slowing me down. The pants were fitted as well, stretching just enough for speed and balance. They tucked neatly into a pair of lightweight boots, built for grip and quick movement across any surface. Beside them were wrist guards…simple, but solid. I picked them up and secured them around my arms, tightening them until they felt like a part of me.

“What is it?” “Do you think you could find me some thick leather gloves?” Cara’s plan was sound. For the prick of the ring to be concealed and not easily noticeable, it had to be quite small and fragile. A pair of thick leather gloves should be enough to bend the needle away from her, protecting her from the poison. “I’ll find some,” I said, and immediately set out to do just that. Fortunately, one of the landscapers nearby had a pair that they were willing to part with for enough coin. I hurried back in time to catch Cara exiting the locker room once more in time for her fight.

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.