Outward Blue Sand Armor Novels & Stories

The warrior continued the vulture’s vigil, unblinking eyes washed over the armies gathered below in battle array, his Eben held before him like a walking stick. His polished bronze armor caught the setting sun, high collared chainmail to protect his neck in combat, patterned in the likeness of coral beads, bronze breastplate patterned in feather carvings flowed down to his knees and parted at the thighs, held at the waist with a leather belt made from leopard skin, with feet protected only by a pair of cowhide sandals, arms bared except a gold band hung around an arm inlaid with gourd charms and cowries, and the quadrangular warrior bell, Egogo around the other.

Basically the first round of introduction is just all of us throwing compliment at each others. But in the case for the Mudswan Tribe, I meant it when I said that I wanted to see their craft with my own eyes. Because I have heard about their craftsmanship even from outside the Wasteland, in fact, I know for a fact that the Mudswan tribe didn’t know at all their crafts is actually a well sought and also quite famous in all parts of the Central Continent. In fact one of their famous Leather Armour is actually being sold in New City market, and it attract my interest so much that I began to buy them for research purpose, in order to create a new design for Aeternum Military use tactical combat

But now he was an armored titan. Mane was clad fully in a sea blue armor that complemented his eyes well. The helmet of the armor covered his entire face, exposing only his deep blue eyes. The armor looked strong and powerful, and was complete with a sword. The sword was no simple blade. For it sparkled with lightning and rang out with thunder. It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was.

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love

“Do not move.” The command rang sharp through the cold air. In an instant, at least a dozen guards surrounded us, appearing so quickly I hadn’t even seen where they came from. They wore silver armor edged with pale blue crystal that shimmered under the aurora-lit sky. Their helmets were carved into elegant, sharp designs, almost like frozen crowns. And every single weapon was aimed at me.. I instinctively tensed, my body reacting before my mind caught up. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, not fully surfacing, but alert and ready.

I promise King Bjarki. Aspen gave me a warrior’s outfit this morning and I’ll admit I like it. It’s doesn’t restrain my movements and I feel proud to be wearing it. I have tan leather pants on with a blue tunic that stops at my waist in the front but stops just below my butt in the back. It comes with a dark brown waist belt and leather boots that come up to my knee. Aspen helps me tighten the leather arm bracers and pauldrons on my shoulders. I tight the leg harness that holds three knifes that Aspen gave me. This may be hand to hand combat but apparent she now wants to use weapons, which is fine by me.

Ethan’s deep, velvet voice rumbled behind me. ​Before I could turn, his broad, warm hands wrapped around my waist, pulling my back firmly against his broad chest plate. His three-hundred-degree golden Alpha aura erupted into a comforting, radiant wave of heat that washed away the chill of the deep ocean. He wore his heavy black and star-silver battle armor, his massive dragon-iron broadsword strapped across his back, his golden eyes burning with fierce, sovereign hunger. ​I leaned back into his solid frame, my head resting against his shoulder. "Its outer shell is composed of hyper-dense void-obsidian, Ethan. Physical blades alone won't penetrate it."

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

There was no way for Cedric to take the lead. "What's this?" Collins asked. Melvin looked over. Her character was holding the blue shell weapon. He supposed that she hadn't gotten one before, though he couldn't imagine how that could be. Still, he explained it to her. Unlike the green shell which just went straight out wherever you fired it or the red shell which locked onto the racer in front of you the blue shell went straight after the player in first and was except for a rare exception completely unblockable. There was nothing to do but take the hit and, hopefully, move on.

Alex could dodge the attack, but he chose not to. He did place a bet to see if they could break his defense after all. He looked grim as he stomped his foot, activating his armor to its maximum defense. This formed a yellow turtle shell shield in front of him. Boom- The attack landed on the shield harshly. Alex could only withstand it for three seconds. After that, the shield broke. The Thousand Snowy Blades won the bet with ease.