Ring Pull Smoke Bomb Novels & Stories

But if it was me I could freely maneuver the bubble and will not worry much. “Are you sure?” Nellie asked, her voice telling me she was not agreeing with the proposed idea. I smiled to assure her and turned to Mikael. “When I reach the point where I could see the flag logo and confirm it is ours, I would send a signal and you should release a smoke bomb towards the goblins, no need to worry about me since I’m inside the bubble. When the smoke bomb is released I would float back to the group.” I discussed my initial plan, Mikael nodded and thought for a while, holding his chin.

I should take the shot and bring her down. But before my brain managed to process this and tell my finger to pull the trigger, she threw a smoke bomb at my feet. My eyes burned as purple smoke filled the room, causing me to cough as I stumbled into the hall needing air. “Hibiki?” Rickie calls out as he catches up to me, having been checking the lower floor. I coughed and shook my head. “He… he’s dead. She threw a smoke bomb at me.” I explained between coughs.

"Sorry about that! Hey, do yourself a favor. Take a few steps back!" "What?" I smile as I aim my weapon at the serpecdysis. "Bombs away," I shout as I fire multiple bombs at the serpecdysis. My bombs not only explode and unleash sparking pink smoke but also force the serpecdysis to pull back. It pulls its head back at first but then lunges at me.

But it looks like, he needed to buy the head part of the deity first to unlock their appraisal talent. |In that case, no choice, huh! I must use this finishing touch!| After saying this in his mind, he threw on the ground another ball-shaped object but this time with gray color. The gray-colored ball-shaped object landed near those five white cotton-like ball-shaped objects. After it hit the ground, smoke suddenly raises around it. But it wasn't so thick. Actually, this thing was a smoke bomb, but it only smokes a little. The good thing on it was, it lowered the enemy's vision for a few seconds.

Her chest heaved with exertion, but her eyes burned with defiance. “Give up, Shane,” I said firmly, stepping up beside Victor. “This ends now.” But instead of surrendering, Shane smirked. Her hand darted into her purse, pulling out a small object—a smoke grenade. “No!” Harris shouted, but it was too late. The grenade hissed and erupted in a cloud of thick, choking smoke. Shane bolted again, her form disappearing into the gray haze. Coughing and squinting against the smoke, I heard Harris shouting orders into his radio. Victor grabbed my arm, his grip firm as he pulled me away from the thickest part of the cloud.