Scholars Armament Not Working Novels & Stories

Archie stood in the middle of the group, holding a broken wood in one hand and a broken metal ball in the other. The wolves kept their distance as the scent of wolfsbane floated in the air. Archie turned it around for everyone to see the royal seal on the front. "That's the Pruvaria's seal," Serif gasped. "So it's true," Lottie said. "These weapons are made by the human kingdom." "This seal is part of the armory," Cristobal said with disbelief, "but this contraption is something I've never seen before."

It felt impossibly light, no thicker than a shoelace, yet she knew its true nature. Commander Thorne had first presented the armory's options when she took a tour of the pack house earlier on—swords, knives, and even a compact kinetic pistol, even though she wondered why creatures such as wolves would have such need for such weapon since they are not easily felled by such weapons. She had dismissed the cord as a trinket,a fancy piece of rope for a training dummy. But Thorne? He wasn't fazed. He’d simply dropped the end of the filament onto a steel table, then pressed a small stud on his gauntlet.

Szereth scratched his head. “Well, about that,” he said. “I could easily quadruple her output. Problem is, all armors in the Pit are capped in some areas. Energy Amplification, armor hardness, weight. They also can’t have any operating intelligences, and all parts have to be manually configured by the wearer.” “If all of the armors are made equal, then what is the point?” asked Miko. “Well, we’ve got stuff we can play with. Mechanical response times, joint smoothness, materials. But it all boils down to how well the duelist understands her own weapons and armor. And from what I’ve heard Freya’s shaping up to be a great duelist.”

“She has always been mine. You’re the one who took her from me.” Before I could respond, he hit me again. My head snapped back, my legs giving out as I fell hard to the floor. Everything around me started spinning. “Liam, stop!” Serena cried out, her voice filled with panic. “Please, let him go!” He didn’t listen. Instead, he turned to her. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up from the chair. She cried out in pain, struggling to keep her balance.

I said to her, and she nodded with understanding. "I will earn your friendship, Desiree, I promise." She said with so much determination, and I smiled at her. Tim and I went to the armoury to check on the weapon engineers. They had a lot of stuff they were working on. Some they had already invented but didn't work quite as well as they should because of the absence of magic. That was why Adam sent me to them. I also noticed that there were more moon engineers than bloods there. Seeing what they had, made me understand why Ashria wasn't planning on leading an uprising against Dean. They might have used these weapons on them in the long run. Just as Kendra had done, they would have been led to

I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip – BLAM. My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall. Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it. “Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled. Shit. “I mean it!” he shouted. I dropped the AR-15 on the deck. He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”

Without any delay, he quickly launched more attacks. Numerous sword energy was launched at the light pillar to deal more damage. Finally, the formation could not withstand Severin's attack and broke off. After that, Severin released his divine sense to take a look at the situation in the building. He noticed there were two display cabinets in the middle of the building. They were protected by a formation that was similar to the formation Severin broke just now. The light pillar also helped to protect the items from disintegration due to time. Severin looked at the first display cabinet which had a darm arm displayed on it. The arm was emitting many malevolent energy that caused the space ar

Those two states have always been the closest, and given the recent events, those two will also be the strictest with their people. I lean to Jossie subtly. “How is . . . she?” “Good,” she answers simply, and even though I don’t want to, I heave a sigh of relief. “We can’t attack or implement the scale of our attack without the weapons, sir,” Candor says, rolling up the map. “Even with the explosives you buried in Sergei, which is now being distributed, our army cannot stand a chance against the sheer power of the government.”

Declan grabbed my arm. "Noble. Stupid, but noble." Marcus aimed at my chest. "Step aside or I shoot through you to get to him." "Then shoot through me." For a moment, I thought he would. Saw his finger tighten on the trigger. Saw the calculation in his eyes. Then the door burst open. Agent Morrison and a dozen federal agents flooded the room, weapons drawn. "Marcus Hale, drop the weapon!" Morrison shouted. Marcus spun, gun swinging toward the agents. "This is not over. I have evidence. I have proof—"