Romans & histoires Magical Shooting Sniper Of Steel

As made our way to the rooftop, With the sniper gun in Tony's possession, we stood on the rooftop, surveying the cityscape before us. I watched attentively as Tony followed my instructions, his focus unwavering. "No, no, you press the trigger before fixing your eyes on the fixed scope," I corrected him, ensuring he understood the precise sequence of actions. As he practised, I observed his every move, assessing his proficiency. Finally, he took the shot we had been timing. The bullet hit its target with precision, and a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Perfect," I uttered, acknowledging his progress. Tony had the potential to become a formidable protector, skilled with the gun in his h

No, I should say that in New York, Conrad himself belonged to the Allied Holy Order. Although they were physically enhanced, mortals were still mortals. I stretched out, claws poised, and immediately disarmed them. Then with a twist of my right wrist, First Snow slashed their throats without missing a beat. These two people looked terrified. Their bodies instantly turned into ice sculptures and then slowly turned into snowflakes that drifted away one by one. I wondered who invented this weapon. I had to say that this person was really a remarkable artist. However, more and more people came out of the containers and the magic-breaking bullets came at me like raindrops. However, none of them w

Everything happens at once. Adrian raises the gun. Aims at Lucian. His finger moves toward the trigger. The mate bond screams. I'm moving before I think. Throwing myself in front of Lucian. Hearing my own voice yell "No!" The gunshot is deafening. But the bullet doesn't hit me. Garrett's sniper got Adrian first. The shot came from the treeline, precise, professional. Adrian's shoulder explodes in red. His gun clatters to the porch.

What kind of game was she playing? After thinking for a moment, Joseph called Jenna. "Jenton's Miracle Doctor, I think it's time you dropped this title. You're just an average doctor." Jenna replied, "Joseph, don't think childish insults like that will get under my skin. I know how capable I am. I'm no worse than you." Joseph sneered. "I know what the Zahn medical sect is most proud of. You take other people's medical knowledge by force and claim it as your own. You're nothing but thieves who don't even recognize theft as a crime."

For a moment, my mind drifted back to Rosa, her smile that morning, the warmth of her skin… *Bang* A gunshot split the air. I turned just in time to see Giancarlo’s head snap backward, his skull bursting into a wet spray before he crumpled to the ground. A sniper.

The bullet stopped inches from his chest. Suspended. Shaking in the air. Ariana’s breath left her lungs. The world went silent. Mason didn’t look surprised. He looked aware. He turned his head slowly toward the rooftop. The sniper tried to fire again. The rifle twisted violently in his hands. Metal screeched. Then snapped. The gray-suited man’s composure cracked completely. “That’s impossible,” he whispered. Mason tilted his head. “Not impossible.” Controlled. Ariana pushed herself up, staring at him.

"Find your rifle and keep it pinned down." Herne gave him a nod of approval and retrieved the Dragunov rifle from the pile next to the stakes. The clicks of the firearm hit his ears before he cut Grace down. "Help Herne. I have it doing circles for the moment. Do not let it recover." Grace stood shoulder to shoulder with the sniper and aimed her flintlock pistol at the Spade Hood, "I am looking forward to dealing out some payback." Jack fell from his post to the ground unconscious and would not wake up. Warren panicked, "I need Theria. She knows healing magic." The rifle and pistol boomed in unison. The Spade Hood struck the ground with a thump.

“Since you’re back, just kill the boy! Why do you need to go through all this trouble?” Mr. Jenkin shook his head. “This boy is capable of killing Steelification Doyen, Zeus Yankovich, and he shouldn’t be taken lightly. I don’t have absolute confidence in defeating him either.” Mr. Jenkin asked, “I remember you have a subordinate who’s a sniper, right?” Hansel said respectfully, “I do, indeed!” Mr. Jenkin said, “Get him to work. So what if there’s a grandmaster-level fighter? So what if there’s a pre-celestial immortal? A sniper’s bullet will still take their lives.

Without taking her eyes off the Council Leaders the first one that took a step toward her reeled from the gunshot to his shoulder she inflicted. ‘Oh caro, ho dimenticato di dire che mi sono allenato secondo gli standard olimpici di tiro? Naturalmente, ho anche preso lezioni da un cecchino Special Obs, solo perché tu capisca. [Oh dear, did I forget to mention I trained to Olympic shooting standards? Of course, I also took lessons from a Special Obs Sniper, just so you understand.] She lowered the gun she had used to shoot the guard without even looking, she swung it around to point at the old Leader,

"This particular rifle is an older model, it makes use of elemental bullets that the marksman mage can fill with their elemental magic." The drillmaster took a silver bullet from a box in his pocket and placed it inside the rifle, cocking it. He then aimed at the target at the end of the field and concentrated. The carvings along the rifle's body slowly glowed red. When the whole length was aglow, Drill Sergeant Robinson pulled the trigger and released a red beam of light that hit the target which burst into flames. "Woah!" Dorin said in amazement, "That was some reaction coming from such a small amount of magic!" Upon hearing this, Drill Sergeant Robinson looked at Dorin, an eyebrow raised.