Rwby Weapons Ideas Novels & Stories

Benedict 's POV "Some new weapons won't be a bad idea– Right?" I questioned Perry who was still numb at the shock of the incident that just happened. I Searched the Tactical vest of all the warriors, and got out new weapons that would aid my fight. It pleased me and Perry the most, when I caught sight of a bomb. It looked really small–I could swear, it wouldn't harm people rather scare them away. I took out all their Tactical vests and weapons, added them to my already packed bag filled with arrows and silvers, wolfsbane and poisonous

As long as Denny was no longer obsessed with the motorbike gang, Brighton was happy. “Sir, you’ve kept your promise and fulfilled the requirement. Now, it’s my turn to fulfill my promise. Hand me the volcanic metal.” “Here it is.” Thomas handed the volcanic metal over to Brighton. Brighton asked, “What weapon do you want to forge? Choose one between a knife, sword, rod, baton, ax, hatchet, hook, and fork.” “A knife,” Thomas said without hesitation.

Kai muttered. Damien’s expression darkened. “We need to talk about Benard Sawyer.” My stomach tightened. “You’ve found something?” “Yes and no.” Damien moved to a desk and pulled out a scroll from a satchel. “I’ve been studying their weapon—the ones they’ve been creating in Darkfire. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen. The base elements—gunpowder and wolfsbane—are unstable on their own. But when combined…” “They become lethal,” Kai finished.

Lynn said, as she called her twin swords. “Oh that's some bullshit! What the fuck is werevamps? I don’t even have my bangles because Lynn grandma took them. How am I even supposed to fight with no weapon, and I don't even know how to use any of my powers. Hell I don't even know what the fuck a rainbow suppose to do.” Lucky said following Ji'lahni and Lynn into the fight. She pulled out two blades that were holding her puffs in place. She knew they wouldn't kill the monsters but it would at lease slow their asses down.

I chuckle. She grins. "I thought so too." "What creature did you choose?" Syrra asks. "I haven't chosen yet. I asked for the weapons to be made first while I am trying to decide." "What are the weapons?" "A set of small blades for Fara and a bow with arrows for Ash. I'm hoping it will help him move on a little. The dragons could really use a skilled archer like him, but he refuses to even touch one at the moment," she mutters.

A long sword, two daggers, four short knives, two silver knuckle dusters in the shape of a wolf's paw, a sweet matte black shotgun and a small pen. “Sweeeeet,” I drawled and lifted the sword. It fit perfectly in my hand, like it was measured just for it. I swung it and it was everything I wanted. It was already in sync with me. I wasn't 100% perfect with my weaponry yet, but this gift already pushed me to work towards perfection. “I love them. I love them so much,” I cooed. Raven crossed his arms. “But they're silver, babe,” I commented. “Which means only you can wield it. Well, you and I, as I can handle silver to an extent.”

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

It was obviously all for show, a mockery in front of the crowd. I scanned through the weapons laid out beside him on the stand: swords, axes, spears, daggers, chains, tridents, javelins, shields, etc. All ancient weapons used in battles. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to pick, or better still, what Ravenna would have chosen. I also didn't know how to use any of them. Then another memory flashed into my mind, “Werewolves are fast and sensitive to weapons. Always pick one that’s less obvious to the sight.”

She shot back. “Mother, I was getting yelled at for attending yesterday. You know he is here to find a mate, not to hunt humans. I am sure as an alpha he follows the rule of not hurting a human.” I tried to reason with her. “You are not a human.” “Well I am not a werewolf either.” I matter-in-fact my said. “Here, take this. When the colors change to green, come home.” My mother handed me a black beaded bracelet. I sighed but my mother’s face told me, no matter what I said, I was not going to win, so I decided to grab the bracelet, a shawl from the hook by the door, and walked out.

RUMBLE RUMBLE ZRSSSSHHHH! AAAAAAH! CLANG! CRASH! “The Black Witch!” “Take cover!” Swords, spears, even shields, and armored body parts rained down on the battlefield. Anything that was heavy and strong enough that could be used as weapons floated up into the air and then rained down like comets. It was not enough to stop them, though. Many of them were , and they could push forward even when it was raining weapons.