Oc Weapon Ideas Novels & Stories

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have your small Pinata, your Orkan, and they're great, but this-" He pulled part of the tarp off the weapon. A gleaming silver and yellow rocket launcher, easily twice the size of a semi truck, sat before us, covered in markings. I couldn't deny it. It was impressive. "Is the future!" Carl finished. Leaning hard into his showmanship, he threw an arm wide. "Imagine a weapon with not double, but triple the power of a single Orkan. I call it Exodus, and it will-" I wasn't listening any longer. Behind Carl I could see a reflection in the polished chrome exterior of the weapon. Jackson Quinn slowly, carefully snuck out from his hiding place,

Ortiz had been camping a couple of miles away from the wall, figuring out how to break it down in one piece and also building the device to knock it off. "Ortiz, my man!" I removed my gloves and walked up to him. Clapping him on the back I said, "Is it ready?" "Am I the god of all things mechanics?" He says rhetorically, spreading his arms wide with a smile. Leading me over to where he had cordoned off for his creation, he drew it back with a flourish. "Allow me to introduce Cannonball 2.0!" He beamed as he revealed the structure and I took a moment to marvel. It had a metal-like design and body but I could see the shimmer of…

Benedict 's POV "Some new weapons won't be a bad idea– Right?" I questioned Perry who was still numb at the shock of the incident that just happened. I Searched the Tactical vest of all the warriors, and got out new weapons that would aid my fight. It pleased me and Perry the most, when I caught sight of a bomb. It looked really small–I could swear, it wouldn't harm people rather scare them away. I took out all their Tactical vests and weapons, added them to my already packed bag filled with arrows and silvers, wolfsbane and poisonous

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

“I don’t feel like a gun.” “Yeah, you don’t look like a gun girl with all that white hair,” he teases, and I laugh. “What about a bow and arrows?” he shakes his head immediately. “No, that’s too damn cliché and obvious. You can’t exactly hide a bow and arrow, we need something small, deadly, and…” I see the moment the perfect weapon comes to mind, because it’s the same time I know what will fit perfectly.

Eva was utterly astounded at how easily ze haggled the price down. It was certainly something she could never do. Once the open purchase sheet was closed, Eva owned the equipment. Or at least, one of her identities did. — Fireborn Defense Systems “Jaguar” AntiRiot Defense Suit [B] Ballistics Inc. “Aequitas” Heavy Magnum Sidearm [B] Grevatia Armory “Solstice” Folding Buckler [B] Myrmidon Technology “Starpiercer” Liquid Javelin [A] Outland Supplies Survival Knife [C]

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

LILY’s POV “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War The warehouse is dark as it is cold with only a few swinging overhead lamps to give light to the place. I stand next to Russo as one of our men yanks open one of the many wooden crates around to reveal stacked firearms and weaponry ranging from the lightweight Smith and Wesson, Colt M1911 and sawed-off shotguns to heavyweights like the military Browning automatic rifles.

No toys or anything around. "Where is your son?" Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. A cold air swept through her spine making goosebumps grow on her skin. She had been avoiding the idea of even talking about him. The kind of emotions that swelled up within her were not warm or welcoming at all; there were cold, dark, and void of anything positive. "I don't know." She said blankly, then continued on cleaning a weapon in her hand. There was an OKC (Ontario Knife Company) marine combat knife, a Usmc marine tactical combat knife, a black Smith and Wesson's firearm and about a dozen bullets.