Overwatch Reaper Guns Novels & Stories

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.

Reaper reached for something in his jacket. I saw the gun a second too late. He fired. Not at me. At Hawk. Hawk went down. Everything happened at once. Our guys opened fire. Reaper tried to run but he was hit. Multiple times. He stumbled, fell, didn't get back up. I ran to Hawk. He was on the ground, hand pressed to his shoulder. Blood seeping through his fingers. "I'm okay," he gasped. "Shoulder. Just the shoulder." "Someone call a fucking ambulance!" I yelled.

Someone's hands were trying to tear my gun from my grip. One of them leaned close and snarled in my ear, “You’re dead, Maddox.” "Not before you are!" I roared and swung the butt of my gun up as hard as I could. It connected with one of the men's face with a sick crack. He collapsed off me, blood pouring from his nose. I rolled, came up on one knee and fired point blank into the second Reaper’s head. He dropped to the ground instantly. No time to think.

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

Hands where I can see them," Tyler barked as he pointed his gun at him. Malcolm took a leisurely sip of his drink, completely unfazed. "So aggressive. And so early in the morning." His eyes flicked to me and he smiled smugly. "You’re Reaper, aren’t you? I’ve heard a lot about you." I said nothing. My gun stayed locked on his chest and I slowly tightened my finger on the trigger, every inch of me vibrating with the urge to just… end him. End this. End something. Just give me a reason, you smug bastard. Just one.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast. On both weapons were small holes. These holes were located on the handles and the blades of the weapons. Reaper’s Edge had five small holes in its handle, whereas Canyon’s Mouth had nine. However, Reaper’s Edge had ten slots in its blade whereas Canyon’s Mouth had only 6. These holes were the slots for the Energy Stones. They were evenly dispersed based on the size of the weapons. Canyon’s Mouth had a long handle, and that was why it had that many slots in its handle. The same applied to Reaper’s Edge’s blade.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

The Frag Grenade detonated behind her, sending her squad scrambling. Gunfire erupted from the upper floors of the surrounding building ,enemies dug in like rats. Viper dove behind a rusted car, her heart pounding as bullets pinged off the metal. She peeked over the hood, lining up a shot. One enemy dropped. Then another. But they kept coming. A shadow moved beside her broad shoulders, the eerie glow of blue circuits beneath synthetic armor. Reaper. "Need backup?" His helmet tilted mockingly.