Piko Piko Hammer Novels & Stories

"I swear, Andreas. I would never do that to you." "I want to believe you, Liam. I really do," I said. I turned away and walked back toward the table where Marco had laid out the kit. The kit was simple. Pliers. A few sharp blades. A heavy hammer. I picked up the pliers and turned them over in my hand, feeling the weight of the metal. "But the evidence says otherwise," I said. "And I’ve never been a fan of coincidences."

The thick steel plate was severely dented, crumpled inward like a crushed soda can, but it hadn't breached the cockpit. Kazi let out a grating, mechanical laugh as the suit’s servos whined, pushing the massive machine back to its feet. "You hit hard, boy," Kazi ground out. "But you're fighting a mountain with your bare hands. You think your little light show makes you a god? You're just a freak with a battery. And batteries run out." Kazi stepped forward, the floor cracking under his weight. He swung his left arm—a massive, hydraulic pincer claw designed for riot control.

It may really be the best one to choose, at least from our perspective, since its motions are more slow, making it less of a danger to us. Peter grabbed the one closest to them right away. It's the one with the shattered neck, and he recognized it wouldn't help us. Diana swung her pole butt at someone else, slamming it to the pavement. With his big, thick-soled boots, Peter trampled on its skull. Two more stomps and its skull exploded open like a cantaloupe, and he brushed some cerebral stuff off his footwear as Ricky supported him.

It was like holding a plastic toy full of air. I lifted the hammer up. It towered way over my head. I aimed for the giant's knee and swung. The hammer hit hard. I could feel the vibrations all the way through my body. I brought the hammer back. Cracks had formed from the impact, but it wasn't enough to break it. The cyclops had recovered and reached down for his hammer again. I scurried out of the way. This was going to take longer than I thought, but at least now I had a plan.

The laser dot settled right between Bianca’s eyes. "Goodbye, B," the voice said. "See you in hell." Bianca didn't swing at the gun. She didn't swing at the console. She spun, using the momentum of the heavy hammer to pivot on her good leg. She brought the titanium head down with every ounce of rage and grief she had left. The hammer hit the reinforced glass at its weakest point—the seal near the base. CRACK. The sound was like a thunderclap in a phone booth.

The hammer was so big that it made a thud sound when its iron hit the ground. " Feel my madness and hear his screams, Cupcake. I'm going to give you a valid reason to be scared of me. " Her blood was already frozen with the temperature of the room and his horrible act but this. This made her eyes pop out of her sockets as she heard the sliding sound as if something was kneading against the floor. Meanwhile, Kris started screaming loudly that his vocals were hurting but watching Adnan coming closer with the hammer gracing against the floor made his blood freeze.

As she said this, she looked at Kirou as he had bullied her into handing it over. Seeing this expression prompted Kirou to start laughing as he never thought it would look so cute on her. Just as he was about to say something funny in return, however, he noticed something nearby, and a schadenfreude smile formed on his face as he spoke, "Well, short stuff. Why don't I show you how to make use of this hammer of yours?" Following his words, Kirou equipped the war hammer, surprising the female dwarf.

Before Diana could finish, Misoup's hammer came crashing down again, hitting on Mitbahl's chest with a loud bang. "Whoa?!" The assistant director staggered back, finally realizing something was wrong. Bending down, he touched the hammer, feeling its weight and texture. It was unbelievably real! His expression twisted in shock. This wasn't a prop—it was an actual hammer! The assistant director froze in horror. They'd... they'd caused harm! Oh my! They'd harmed someone! As the assistant director stumbled backward, he looked at Misoup in disbelief. How did this little girl manage to bring in a one-meter long real hammer?!

He was due to fly back to Italy tonight, and he needed to handle this scumbag before leaving. He would have loved to empty an entire magazine into this trash, but the noise would only worsen his headache. He thought of the blade, as stringing him up and carving him like pumpkins sounded like a good idea, but that would make a mess, and take a lot of time and energy. He reached a hand to Nico, and he handed him a hammer. “This would have to do,” Nero observed as he held up the tool. The restrained man did not have time to react, before Nero brought down the heavy hammer on his hands which Nico had splayed out on the ground.

He threw Alyisha to the side as he reached for him war hammer. It was monstrous! The hammer itself weighted more than one hundred fifty pounds, it was casted of solid brass. The handle was solid metal. It had two sets of groove marks. The groves laid at the bottom of the handle and the top of the handle. There were shoulder length apart, and seemed to have been made for Hezi. As Hezi picked up the hammer and held it over his head he asked, “Do you have any last words?” Alyshia showed no change in her facial expressions as she looked at Hezi and smirked. “What awaits you before my death will be greater upon my death!”