Leather Thumb And Finger Guards Novels & Stories

Leo growled, his breath blooming in dense, white clouds against the rafters. Gia didn't argue. She knelt beside him in the damp dirt floor, wearing her heavy shearling coat over a wool sweater, her hands encased in thick leather work gloves. She wedged the fourteen-inch crescent wrench against the brass intake valve, holding the main supply line steady while Leo repositioned his grip on the rusted union nut.

Bella said proudly. “And I did the knife work,” Kael added, brushing a thumb over the carved moon. “To remind you—you’re never alone out there. The pack always watches.” Next came Phoenix and Lucian, carrying a large black box between them. Alex raised a brow. “What’s this?” “Open it,” Phoenix grinned. Inside was a full sparring set made of reinforced lightweight armor: chest guard, arm guards, and shin guards all personalized with Alex’s name and colors—dark grey and royal blue.

“What? Two of them were outsiders? You were injured from fighting them?” Charles frowned. He turned around and asked Abel, “Why don’t you change it to your own people? This is such a security risk!” Lily stared at her small hands and cried, “That’s right! Look at my delicate hands. They’re mangled! Although most of it is rust, there’s still blood! I’m bleeding a lot…” “If the weapons aren’t suitable and if you hold it too tight, they do cause small cuts between the index finger and your thumb. There’s nothing to worry about,” said Galen Barker as he cleaned her wounds.

"Miller found this caught in the carpet near the casing." He zoomed in. It was a tiny, translucent fiber. "Silk?" I asked. "Surgical grade latex," Alistair corrected. "The kind used in high-end medical gloves. But there was something on it. A residue." He opened a P*F file from a private lab Miller used. "It’s a specific brand of grip chalk. It’s used by competitive shooters to keep their hands from slipping inside gloves. We checked the purchase records for the local shops that carry this brand."

"Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing." Mia grinned, swinging the batons. "Thanks, Dad. Can I have a motorcycle, too?" "Don't push it." Then, Aurora. Jackson hesitated. He handed her a pair of thin, elegant gloves. "These are new stabilizers. They won't block your power, but they will focus it. So you don't accidentally bring the roof down." "Got it," Aurora put them on. Her hands hummed with energy. Finally, Jackson looked at Kael and Kian.

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

Piles of junk and clutter filled up the space, making the warehouse look quite messy. Jack was pinned onto the floor, courtesy of one of Lewis' bodyguards. He was currently missing his left thumb. Blood oozed out of the fresh wound and flowed across the floor, soon forming a crimson puddle.

The server held the phone and barked, "Cooperate with us." A security guard rushed over, but Alex stopped him. "She didn't do it on purpose. For my sake, let it slide." Betty chimed in, "If we call the police, she'll do at least two years." I countered, "And do you know how many years you get for defamation?" The security guard grabbed me and started dragging me out. Just then, a yacht sped over from afar. A boy jumped off as soon as it docked and ran toward me, bouncing with energy. I struggled free and crouched to hug him.

They were disciplined, attacking from multiple angles. A spear thrust toward my throat. I dodged, feeling the cold steel graze my neck, and grabbed the shaft, pulling the guard forward and slamming my forehead into his nose. He fell back, blood instantly freezing on his face. But another guard raked his halberd across my back, tearing through my skin. I ignored the stinging pain, spinning and sweeping his legs out from under him with a vicious kick.

And for a warrior at Black Saga’s level, this could be easily ignored. “That would have cut straight through his arms if not for the arm guards,” Lam observed and said. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at the broken arm guards with an eager expression. Mane who was standing next to him was no different. Although the arm guards were broken, the fact that they could block such a powerful strike was very impressive, and Mane would love to have something like that.