Plot Armour Meaning Novels & Stories

He flicked my head with his middle finger. "See? If you can't even react to a simple finger flick— then there's no way you could dodge a bullet." "If I can't dodge, then can't I guard it just like how you guard against my fist earlier? You even used the same method to guard for several times. It's like you are wearing an invisible suit of armour." "That's the 'Will of Cladding'. In my case, you could call it 'Will of Defensive Cladding', or 'Defensive Cladding' in short. Now then, try punching me again—"

Firm hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me to my feet. Feminine hands with red nail varnish. The hands encircled my biceps and remained tightly clasped. I really had to start working out. The six female warriors towered over me. I’m not the tallest of people, but I’ve always consoled myself with at least being above average height for a woman. Not today. They were dressed in very form-fitting leather armour with shiny metal plates covering their neck and shoulders, elbows and forearms, knees and shins. Thighs were completely exposed for some reason. Seemed like an odd design choice.

The first time Lyra saw dragon battle armor in person, she finally understood why humans once feared dragons enough to write myths about them. The armor wasn’t just protective gear—it was a declaration. A warning. A promise of violence wrapped in black leather and ancient craftsmanship. And Vaelrion, standing in the bedroom fastening the dark armor along his forearms, looked like a creature carved for war. “This is unnecessary,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

It looked new and it was tailored to my taste. “This is the finest armor I had made for you. Made with the finest steel and breathable. I know you don’t like restriction. I made Gilly imbue some magically properties in the armor. It will make you faster and more precise. It can deflect attacks easily and it will protest you from any form of harm.” He said.

“Metaphor.” “Yes. Metaphor. You know ” I gestured vaguely, searching for a safe example. My gaze snagged on him again. Bad idea. Terrible idea. “When something stands in for something else. Like… like how your hoodie is armor. You wear it like it’ll keep people out. Like if the hood’s up and the sleeves are long enough, no one can get close enough to see anything you don’t want them to see.” The silence that followed was sudden and thick.

I held up my spear to him signally I was ready. “Well, Alred has all of them, one arm of tribal swirls, one arm of stripes, he’s got paw prints on his back and chest. I couldn’t tell you everything he’s got but he’s got them all.” He raised a sword to challenge but I saw him slip a few daggers in his back pocket. “You?” I looked at his arms, Anju wouldn’t allow him to be shirtless but he was in a sleeveless top that tied up a quarter from the top. He had stripes, four on one arm and two on his left. They were varying thicknesses.

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.”

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.

he asked him when he stopped beside the table, in front of him. “Yes, sir,” he stood up and answered, surprisingly not in a brusque way. He seemed to have dressed nicely for their meeting—white, short sleeve polo and black slacks. And his hair, which looked messy in their video call, was neatly brushed up. “I am Ambert,” he introduced himself, a tad surprised with the sir. Arrogant and rude people rarely used sir in addressing anyone. Addressing someone sir somehow downgraded them. They only used it to people who they were sure could harm them and turn their nasty world upside down. And Allan was sure that he had the capability to harm him? He pulled out the chair in front of him and sat.

She didn’t know if she could heal with her magic, but she would try. “Healing spells have been woven in my magic robe. By the time morning arrives, I will be fully healed,” Milton let everyone know. “How come armors don’t have wards and spells?” Hudde asked. “Because armor used by Paladins is made from magic ore, and everyone knows you can’t put spells on armor or weapons made from magic ore,” replied Rhobart.