Novel & Cerita Ninja Armor

I complained to Lane while dodging the Giant's smashes. It made me regret not paying full attention to their recent fight. I should've seen how Moha defeated him. "Even if you have watched their whole fight, Moha didn't make any special move to defeat him, my dear," Lane responded to me. "And Mr. Jotnar's strength would be decreased by almost half if he doesn't have his armor." "You mean if the armor breaks, then it's game over for him?" I wondered. "Yesh!" She responded lively.

"Guards! Guards!" The guards burst in and wrestled Ella to the ground. She thrashed, screaming like a banshee. "Halen! You bitch! You ruined me! I’ll kill you! I’ll—" They muffled her and dragged her out. I rushed to Lycan’s side. "Your arm... you’re bleeding..." The dagger was still embedded in his arm. Silver is lethal to werewolves; it corrodes the wound and stops the healing process. I grabbed my kit immediately. "Don't move, I have to treat this."

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

Willa clutched the throne, shaking, then forced herself up. "Selene! Come out! What, too scared? Show yourself if you've got the guts!" She had no idea. I wasn't just rocking two Powers anymore. After munching on a few spoiled brats' cores, I unlocked a bonus—Invisibility. Had to check if my Powers even worked with her plot armor jamming everything, so I ghosted up and stepped in. Didn't expect her to whip out an AK and go full psycho. All that fear? Gone.

He dropped heavily to the ground, his heavy armor emitting a metallic sound as he hit the dirt. Lindor then decided to ignore Kensie. He was the only level-nine powerhouse here, the only one with protective aura. He figured he could hold Lenny off by relying on his protective aura and armor, then assumed a defensive stance. The targeting system of the armor locked onto Lenny, monitoring his every move. "Here it comes!" Lindor roared, bolstering his courage. At the same time, he bent down, crossing his hands in front of him. A tremendously thick protective aura overflowed from the gaps in the armor, enveloping both Lindor and the armor. Seeing this scene, Lenny chuckled disdainfully.

LAYLA OPENED her eyes with a scream. She just had a bad dream—she was being chased by a burly and fully-naked tattooed man in an alleyway—whose whole body including the face and his bald head was covered with tattoos—holding a bloodied knife. She didn’t know if she was injured or wounded in her dream or if that blood belonged to another person, an earlier victim, but fortunately, she woke up at the moment the man had finally caught up with her, brutally grabbing her by the hair.

The sounds, despite their deafening silence, tingled my ears and skin. When one of them stabbed the sword toward my chest, my benign current led my entire body how to shun their movements while her current was inconsistent. I block her arms and flip them sideways. Then, I hold them still before pressing enough force to drag her body while trying to shun the other lady using a dagger. As soon as I had her body floating in the air steadily like a bloated balloon, I let go of my hands from her arms and change course right through her head. Her swift soft moan was my cue that I defeated one of them.

I assured, standing up. And I promise, I trained them lightly, going through arrows exercise to shooting to other weapon usage that didn't have to do with sparing. The injury was starting to take a toll on me as my healing was slow. I could barely stand on my own and was beginning to feel the impact on the sun. I had to use the spear to hold myself and act that I was okay. Soon, training time ended and it was time to head out. As I head back, I notice Xylah sneaking out, while wearing a dark hoodie, thus I have to abandon returning to the room and follow her to where she was going.

I carefully placed the sword back to the table, yet nearer to me. She was smiling as she was getting a long armor that fits on her elbows with a small circular hole in it and a sharp arrow. Some stripes will avoid the armor from falling. It actually looks like a thin pipe, Also, I think there are ropes inside of it. Those look tiny, but surely it's not that easy to break because of its purpose to be used in a battle. She shook the armor in front of me, and a proud, excited face was evident. She made her cheeks look bigger by smiling big. "I decided to undergo training with this! Yay!~"

The others supported him with encouraging nods while I resisted the explosion of laughter broiling inside of me. I took a deep breath. "So what do you call yourselves," I scoffed. "Justice league? The Avengers? Fantastic Eleven?" I laughed. "Or simply Anti-Ripper?" They all seemed irked and annoyed by my laughter so I laughed even harder. "Just stop it!" The lady yelled. "Mum, kill him!" The young girl urged, hiding behind a tree at the back of the group of werewolves. "Shh, honey" The lady said to her shockingly wicked—or merely brainwashed— child. "It will be just a minute or two."