Robin Weapons Novels & Stories

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

I step up onto the trailer, pouncing off of it and landing squarely on top of the other wolf, ramming my sword down through the base of its skull. “NOOOO!” an ear-shattering scream comes from behind me and I spin to see a wolf fighting for its life under a much larger rogue that tears at it going for its throat. Robin sprints and jumps in between them, landing herself over the bottom wolf's throat with her body. The wolf above her bites into her side as she releases an agonizing scream. My body moves before I even have a moment to comprehend I am moving.

Harvey replied coldly, “Are you not embarrassed to say all that?” “If it weren’t for Dragon Cell and the firearms, would you even dare come and challenge me?” “Let me tell you right now. If I wanted to, killing small fries like you would be the same as killing ants on the side of the road.” Robin covered his face and replied, “Stop pretending already, Harvey!” “You’re not even worthy of challenging Dragon Cell!” Robin didn’t believe that Harvey could take advantage of him without Yona and Kait’s assistance. Clack! Harvey threw a crystal badge in front of Robin.

"Maybe eight. Maybe ten." "You couldn't see their faces?" "Some were covered. Others were too far away." "Did they use pack weapons?" Taren shook his head. "No." "How do you know?" "Redbrook weapons have a silver mark on the handles. Westfall uses black iron. These didn't have either." I remembered what Elara had told me. No colors. No identifiable uniforms. No clear identity. "What about their clothes?" "Dark." "Anything else?" Taren frowned, trying to remember.

Hannah’s trusty sword was nowhere to be found. The sword was Hannah’s right arm. She would keep her sword near even when she went to bed. It was clear that Robin took the sword from her. From his observations, Kaze had a general idea about Robin’s strength. Robin would hold his ground well in Riverbank since he could snatch Hannah’s precious sword away without killing her. It was no surprise that Robin was powerful, seeing that he was the leader of the execution hall. How else was he able to rise above the other fighters in the West State Branch?

“I need you to put together an elite package. Assault rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, RPGs, crates of ammo. Enough to properly arm 200 of my made men. Top-of-the-line hardware, no expense spared. Get it done discreetly and have it all delivered in the next two weeks. Grease whatever palms you need to. I want this locked down tight.” “Is there any upcoming war I don’t know about?” He chuckled to himself, rubbing his hands together. I only offered him a tight smile before standing up. He stood up, mirroring my movement. “Roberto has been buying weapons in smaller quantities, weekly. It’s been on for a while now, with more than a million worth of ammo. I was just wondering what all of

She muttered to herself, referring to the rich man's son -which she was not even sure existed - as the brat. As she got closer, she realised that the drone was coming towards her at high speed and it was slowly rising to the skies at the same time. "Hehe! Noob! Can't even handle the drone properly." She said, obviously delusional. Who knew what made her assume the droning sound was from a drone handled by a noob rich kid with lofty bounty hunting dreams. She took out her customized rifle; a third generation 'Rocket launcher-Assault rifle' - 'RoLAR' for short - weapon that could alternate between explosives and magic reinforced or mana bullets.

The best Werehunter known to exist. "He was the man who trained me." "That must explain why you are very skillful in handling your guns. Robyn Hood was a great tactician. He has a sharp eye comparable to an eagle's. Once you are in the line of his sight, he will never let go of you." "But you're quite different from him. In so many ways." "I am?" I raised a brow while eating. "Robyn heavily relied on marksmanship. You, on the other hand, relied more upon blades. Are you sure that Robyn was the one who taught you that?"

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.