Osrs Venator Bow Novels & Stories

Now, she found herself wondering if it wouldn't be so bad after all. In short order, Liv and Asta were back. Liv carrying a big, brown basket made of the light material she had been told was plastic, and Asta with three longbows in her hand. Liv quickly removed an expansive plaid blanket from the top of the pile and spread it on the ground in front of the boulder. A variety of toys followed.

Asher professed as the dawn began to break on the horizon. We began to advance towards the direction of the base, but suddenly, we were surrounded from all sides by the assassins and warriors of Shadow Howl Pack. They came out of the shadows and blocked our way. Their faces contorted into sinister grins, while some were just blank-faced as if they didn't wish to be there. Most of them carried advanced weapons like long silver-nozzled guns which I was sure contained silver bullets. Others carried swords and daggers, a few had already transformed into their wolves, letting out haunting growls to intimidate us.

I was fed up with the silent treatment. “Based on the numerous training we've conducted, me and Rowan have concluded that your best weapon is an arrow by far. So therefore we will be testing you on how to use it even better” Zayne finished speaking, I was relieved I had an idea of what I was going to do. Use a bow and an arrow. “Rowan will get a sharper blade for the arrow. A blade that easily penetrates through any skin, be it vampire or werewolf. But for now you will only use the ordinary arrows. These ones are only capable of killing humans”

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Rogan bellowed. The heavy oak doors of the armory groaned open. Victor didn't come out shifting. He didn't come out roaring. He wore a black tactical vest, carbon-fiber plates, and a pair of combat boots. In his hands, he carried something the pack hadn't seen in generations. A custom-built compound bow, the limbs matte black, the string a high-tension weave of silver wire. On his thigh sat a combat knife, the blade coated in a dull, matte-grey finish.

The reins found themselves wrapped around my saddle horn with plenty of leeway. My bow was in my hand with an arrow notched before I could consciously replace intention with action. My archery tool of convenience was a heavy draw weight - sixty pounds - composite, recurve bow. It was old, lovingly maintained and probably dated back to the 1950's. I am a pretty big guy. The A****n who had this bow crafted had to be damn scary... or even scarier.

“I need it, Magnus. It’s important to me.” “I have a surprise for you,” I simply replied. I left briefly and returned from my study with the custom bow I had ordered weeks ago. The wood gleamed with intricate carvings and the string felt perfectly balanced for her reach. I had designed it specifically for her height and strength after deeply studying reports of her style. Keira’s eyes widened as I placed it in her hands along with a quiver of matched arrows. “This is beautiful. You are the best. I thought I left everything back at Iron Wood, now I’ve got my equipment. The only thing missing is a tutor.”

he said sternly without a flicker of emotion. She gave a little bow and nodded enthusiastically. "Well then. I bid you farewell with this. Only use it whenever you're sure Astra is in absolute danger. And send word if there is any suspicious activity." he said as he handed her a bow and a bag of arrows. Oh gods!! It's beautiful. she thought as her fingers ran through the arrows that were finely made with their tips made of silver. She only ever had wooden arrows. But this one is far from it. "Thank you General Wells" she said as she bowed her head. He nodded sternly.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

The force of the blow made the sigil tremble a little, the figure was not surprised that his blow was fended off, it only resulted in his smile growing even bigger. The figure used the kickback from the collision of his arms with the sigil and made the distance from me. He transferred his arms towards his other hand as it morphed into a large bow that could be considered a ballista, and with a fluid motion, he drew the string. An arrow of hardened blood manifested, the crimson glimmer of its point glinted as it reflected the rays of the setting sun. I exhaled and closed my eyes prepared for the incoming attack, my arms wide open as a large mirror manifested at my back a few moments later I o