Olympians Weapon Novels & Stories

LAMIA I was wearing my standard training clothes, black shorts, and a sports bra. My hair was braided into a bun so I could keep it out of my face. Walking on the training field, I grabbed a short sword and claymore. The Claymore was much heavier than that of a samurai or katana and even heavier than a Kaskara, but I liked the heaviness and power. The short sword was easier to wield, allowing my wrist to rotate and slice. Not that the weapons we used really had a sharp edge but could still do some damage to an opponent. Of course, the idea of our training was to not kill, but if you got hit with one, it would definitely maim you or kill you if you were impaled.

Of course, that’s also in consideration of the recent OOC rule, which was very fucking annoying by the way, but she was sure to get around it somehow. Firstly, she needed weapons. Although she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to use them, she still had to at least try something. A bow and arrow would be too flashy and would count as OOC. In fact, any weapon that couldn’t be used secretly was a problem for Dina because although Emyln was trained in weaponry, this was not known by others, so it may be counted as OOC if he was suddenly so good with weapons. Additionally, attracting the sorcerers’ attention was a recipe for disaster and something she’d very much not want, so she needed a more disc

Any so-called divine weapon was just scrap metal before his iron fists. Regardless, Ajax and the others might find these useful. So, Gideon chose three weapons tailored to the trio's fighting styles. A bronze dagger, tarnished with rust but strangely indestructible and razor-sharp, was perfect for Alistair, who specialized in stealth. A pair of thin, wing-like gauntlets that were remarkably resilient were ideal for Hercule. Finally, a flexible and lightweight suit of armor with impressive defensive properties would suit Ajax well. After selecting the weapons, Gideon turned his attention to Winter.

and with that, ammunition rained from the opponents' ammo. “Fuck!” Alexis hissed as she give pressure on her wounded shoulder. “Hiding in a not-so-safe place won’t make you alive for too long, kiddos.” Athena mockingly said as she continuously fire the opponents using her Beretta PM12 Submachine Gun. Alexis shrugged as she listened to the former officer's voice not so far from her location.

asked Zayden. "Yes, but the sword is long and heavy," said Olivia. "You can just use the dagger for initial training; I won't be holding any weapons," Zayden said. "Huh? Why is that? It's dangerous. What if you get hurt?" Olivia asked. "You doubt me?" asked Zayden. "No, you'll be fine." "Then let's start training." Zayden handed Olivia a dagger. "Military soldiers use this deadly dagger," Zayden explained.

Hayley said calmly, "stay behind me." The civilians looked up at her, confused and frightened. At that moment, a group of heavily armored fighters stepped into the arena. Every one of them carried brutal-looking weapons. There were rare weapons like tridents, heavy iron rakes, and long thrusting spears. As soon as they entered, they stared at the young woman holding a blade. Their eyes were like predators sizing up prey. Seeing that their opponent was just a young woman, several of them smirked openly. Just a woman. This would be easy.

Master fighters like Zayn and Xander were rare. The majority of the contestants geared themselves up, attaching various high technology equipment and lethal weapons to themselves. However, the organizer had ruled out firearms, so the most they could use was crossbows. As for Zayn, he entered with only two daggers and was not wearing anything technologically advanced that would save him from slashes or gunshots. Given his level, those were useless. His real threat was not the wild beasts but Xander. People around him thought him to be too full of himself when they saw how lightly he packed.

’ Marcus spat, his mouth red with blood. I took Orion’s hand, he lifted me like a leaf off the ground and shoved me behind his back. Marcus pulled a blade with a golden handle and twelve inches steel. The metal lit up. Where the hell did they get glowing weapons?! Marcus wasn’t going to stop until we were down and Orion was a hard one to step on. I swallowed. My hand went back to my necklace.

"You will need this more then me." I paused briefly as I looked to it. It resembled a large hunting knife. It was big, but mobile enough to use in a fight. "Thanks." I reached out and took it from her hand. It was standard issue for a warrior to have a silver knife, and our Fenrir warriors carried ones like this, but I never thought I would have to use one under these circumstances. I placed the knife in the empty holster hanging to the side of my pants. "You look fierce, and you look ready." Hippolyta let out a small smile as she looked to me wearing the Crimson outfit.

I stood at the far edge of the training range, staring down the line of pistols I’d laid out on the table. Glock. Beretta. SIG. Each one carefully chosen. Each one easy to use, easy to reload, and more importantly—easy to teach with. Because I wasn’t just giving her a weapon. I was giving her control. The sun hadn’t even cracked the horizon yet, but Olivia was already out there, hoodie zipped halfway up, hair in a braid, jaw set like she was going to war in sneakers. And maybe she was. “You okay?” I asked as she approached.