Rwby Weapons Oc Novels & Stories

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Elio growled in frustration, he couldn’t fight back, Adrian and Alwyn had still not returned, he hoped they all were okay, he would never forgive himself if anything happened to them because of him. As the Omega was distracted in his worry, he didn’t predict the striking blow that came from behind, landing straight in his ribs. Elio tumbled to his side, with a painful growl, eliciting a shriek from his mother who was watching in horror and disbelief, along with his father. “What a weakling.” Enrique laughed again, feeling victorious, as the Omega stood back up with slight difficulty, he was bleeding from his nose because of the impact. The Alpha charged again, springing directly on the Omega

Twilight asked. “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza is working with Corona and the same goes with the Mane 5” I said Twilight was furious “you knew this happened?” Twilight asked me. “Yes Twilight but don’t worry I can deal with these bitches” I said I closed my eyes and began to channel my powers “looks like Arnold just given up!” said Rainbow Dash then my swipe my arms and two different keyblades appeared on my hands the Mane 5 and Princess Cadence were amazed what the…” said Applejack the keyblade on my left hand, the blade was made out of Dharkon’s Purple Flames while the handle is made of Dharkon’s Vines. The keyblade I was holding on my right hand it’s blade was made out of Galeem’s Gold Flames

It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection. When Avril stood still, her pose made her look like a goddess of war. Her weapon looked similar to a Japanese Naginata. Avril called it a doryphoros with a moonstone blade at one end and a long pole with a moonstone dagger hilt. It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it.

I ask as I take a drink of my Redbull while Charity continues reading from their list. "Daggers, swords, axes, and knife throwing," Theo responds while grabbing his own RedBull from the fridge and sitting in the office chair next to me. "But also advanced weapons as well. You can build bombs and chemical weapons." "Cool," I smile devilishly, "that'll definitely come in handy if it's muscle memory; let's hope to the Goddess it is." "We can always find out after this," Charity suggests taking her own seat in the last chair of the small office, "I am sure Toby wouldn't mind letting us borrow his weaponry; in fact, I think he would be giddy about it."

If I didn’t hold my ground, Ahbaya would’ve fallen on the ground. “And you… you Omega. You piece of trash. How dare you touch my daughter, you unworthy piece of shit!” He growled, carrying a large weapon on his right shoulder. A relic I used to see at the Study room as a display. “The relic I used is an item created to make Hybrids like Ahbaya and I lose consciousness. Only the wielder is safe from the effects. Now that you’re all alone, without my daughter protecting you, your time ends here and now. You’ll soon meet your death! You… you will see the consequences of your action, omega. And you’ll be damned for it.”

Cian watches, amused, as they stagger to their feet, disoriented and glaring at the dim cave. “Your healing should’ve taken hours, not days,” Rolan growls, flexing his hands. “What was that place?” Cian tosses him a cloth bundle. “Open it.” Inside lie three weapons: a dagger with a hilt carved from antler, its blade etched with swirling runes “Storm’s Claw,” Cian calls it; a sword forged from blackened steel, its edge shimmering like starlight. And for Elowen, a recurve bow made of polished yew, its string woven from silver thread. Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver.

Roy immediately slacked over, and went numb. I was immediately caught off guard as another person suddenly rushed out, appearing disoriented. This one was a lot more buff than Roy. He looked at me briefly before turning his attention back to his friend, who was lying limp on the floor. Expectedly, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at me, his fingers trembling “Cunt! What the fuck did he fucking do to you, you killed him, didn't you?! ” “Take it easy now big guy, we don't play around with that kinda stuff,” I threw up my hands in a defensive gesture.

I knew what they wailing from. Raven was using her Wakisahi and she used it and the most cruelest. ways possible. There were severed hands, arms, and feet around her. She had a Desert Eagle in her left hand and her Wakizashi in her right. I smiled. It was a good day to dance.

I was already moving. Something pulled me, rib deep and unrelenting, straight to her. A war axe. Double headed. Ruby in the hilt. Wicked and perfect. I reached out. She flew into my palm, sealing to me with a sting and a rush of blood, and I exhaled. Complete. I twirled her, stepped onto the mat, and danced. A blur of slashes and pivots, cuts and power. When I stopped, the room was dead silent. Damaris clapped once. “Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.”