Plot Armor Artinya Novels & Stories

the healer said. He wore a suit of armor made of silver and steel, with intricate engravings that depicted the history of his pack. The armor was polished to a shine and was adorned with symbols of his rank and authority. The chest plate of the armor was emblazoned with the symbol of the wolf, representing his strength and leadership as the Alpha of the pack. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate designs, and the helmet that he wore was adorned with a fierce-looking wolf's head.

"This is an armor disk, it's just a prototype so it's not really complete" "Wow, that's really cool!" "Not really, its still incomplete. Naturally it's meant to create an armor around the person using it, but the prototype traces the magic energy and materialize around it" "I don't understand, isn't that what you want" "Not exactly, it just means that someone else can use your armor while you materialize it" "I'm confused right now"

I feel like I should. The armor had a coif with a squared, t-shaped opening leaving the eyes and mouth exposed; a squared nose guard protected the nose. Attached to the top was a leather piece used to attach long, colored hairs which flowed towards the back. The shoulders were fairly rounded, broad, and relatively small in size. They were decorated with two smaller blades on each side, curved towards the backside. The upper arms were protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sat quite well under the shoulder plates. Vambraces wrapped the lower arms with a row of long, curved spikes on the outer sides.

Laura unwrapped the bundle and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful armor she'd ever seen. Deep crimson leather reinforced with silver plates. The chest piece was molded to fit a woman's body perfectly. Intricate designs covered every surface. "It's incredible," she breathed. "Made by the best craftsmen in my pack," Lucian said. "Lightweight but strong. It will protect you in battle." Laura ran her fingers over the smooth leather. It felt like liquid under her touch. "Try it on," Dante urged. Laura looked around. "Here?"

This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own name, and it’s known as Polbit. I know, don’t laugh. “...You’re saying that you encountered this Polbit when you’re out doing some quests?” I repeated what the villager said to me just now. That villager that informed me enthusiastically nodded. The armor that he wore was a cut above the rest, in spite of it being an ordinary leather armor that only protects his body’s vital parts. He seemed to be the leader for this villager’s group.

I suddenly recalled seeing the edge of the artwork from beneath his sleeves the night we went to the Green Lady. “What is that?” I asked. “Does it have meaning?” Rei pivoted until his dark gaze met mine. “Sí, it’s the Roríguez escudo de armas—Coat of Arms.” Respect bubbled within me at the pride in his voice. “It’s beautiful.”

Pure theater. Even a halfwit could see the setup—this was calculated. Maybe political. Maybe a trap. Get close, get killed. The plot armor routine? Dress Willa up like a saint, shove me back into the maid role—same old script. And yeah, I was paranoid. But with plot armor, paranoia was just common sense. I didn't play along. No warning—just snapped a vine at Willa and spun her like a top. I didn't go full force. Just enough to mess her up.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

However, as she shifted her focus to the practical matters at hand, she couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance with her armor. Lana let out a frustrated sigh and began undoing the clasps and buckles that held her armor in place. She turned to Jack, who was standing nearby, and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Jack, seriously, what is up with this armor? It's like a puzzle that requires a master's degree to figure out! I can't even breathe properly in this thing!" Jack chuckled, understanding her frustration. "I know, Lana. Armor can be a real pain, especially when it's not properly fitted. But trust me, once we're in the heat of battle, you'll be grateful for the extra protection."