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A short walk like this won’t hurt her. Mallory silently walked behind the alpha, waiting for him to finish his greetings to the others, and then stood in front of the expedition troop. Leofric was standing in front of his men, with his armor designed to protect his vitals. Their armors were designed to withstand their transformation, suiting the size and body of their wolves. He sat on the back of the tallest and bravest horse, his back straight and his eyes never leaving the reigning Alpha’s face. As he was, Mallory somehow couldn’t take her eyes away from him either.

“Come, Chaos Set” The soul armor Mane had put away was called the Chaos Set, and once it was called, it answered. Swiftly the armor covered Mane’s body, its color changing every few seconds. Once the armor was summoned, the energy in the vicinity changed. It became more unstable, easily destructible and expectant. But this wasn’t what Mane wanted to show Hildegarde. “Come, Harbinger of Chaos” *Boom*

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

“And your sword.” “Damn it,” Thaelen complained under his breath. It was not his best armor, not the armor passed down generation after generation of his family – that had been returned to the underground complex and the treasure chamber there. But the armour that Harithen had stolen was new, of a new refinement technique that made the metal stronger, whilst also thinner and more flexible in movement and weight. He’d just had it made. In his chambers, he found Meguitte waiting for him by the fire, a bottle of wine and a set of cards on the table between the two armchairs. She rose to standing as he entered and smoothed her hands down her skirts.

“Look at me. My father calls me a curse. Do you truly believe I possess the power to deceive the entire Adebayo Dominion?” He didn't answer right away. His gaze dropped to the ceremonial battle armor currently strapped to my chest. It was a legendary piece of gear, forged from hardened silver-alloy leather and studded with over four hundred thousand crushed diamond-pearl scales, worth more than five hundred million pack resources. Luna Vivian and Alpha Tade had spent their entire black-market treasury to buy that armor for Amara, intending to cement the ultimate modern werewolf mafia alliance. Instead, because of the ancient laws, their precious heir had to stand in the Alpha Hall and watch

Just as he walked out of the mansion, he saw a beautiful shadow walking towards him. It was Megan! Megan’s hand was holding onto a piece of clothing that was shining under the moonlight. It was Darryl’s Celestial Silkworm Armor. Abbess Mother Serendipity had handed Megan the armor to return to Darryl earlier. She had misunderstood Darryl earlier and Abbess Mother Serendipity did not want to take further advantage of Darryl. At the same time, she was too prideful to personally return the armor to him.

She whispered to herself as she cleaned her plate. After eating, she headed straight to the armory and wasted no time suiting up. Though the attendants insisted they did so, citing protocol. She opted to do it herself. It was one of the few martial traditions she enjoyed maintaining. Setting her armor on the ground before her, she knelt in front of them as she placed the equipment in sequence. First the bracers, built of light plate and stiff leather. She strapped them to her arms, checking the integrity of the shield runes as she tightened them. Next were the greaves, full metal plate that could survive a heavy caliber bolts. Best to stay vigilant, since Battle Mages were prime targets. Las

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

Silver decoration representing ivy spread across the breastplate, and flowed throughout the rest of the armor. "I didn't know Lorcan had armor made for me," Niamh breathed. "Oh, he didn't," Boru replied. "This was his mother's." Niamh stared at the armor. The elflord turned, "The King would never turn you away while you wear this armor." "I will not let her down…" Niamh muttered. Lifting her chin, the Queen commanded her handmaidens, "Let's not make the King wait." Maeval and Moidrin instantly set to work dressing Niamh in the Queen's armor, and in a matter of minutes were braiding Niamh's long, flaming-red hair.