Sniper Tf2 Comics Novels & Stories

Pero dahil hindi nito alam na maalam din siya mag-sniper, hula niya kung may puso pa naman ito ay dadahan-dahanin lang nito ang laro, he won’t be too aggressive. “Girl, ginawa niya talaga ‘yung naiisip ko!” She laughed out loud and held her stomach while she literally rolled on the bed, laughing. “Mabait naman pala ‘to ng very slight, e!” komento niya. He’s obviously just teasing and going easy with her dahil akala nito shotgun lang siya marunong! Pinakitaan siya nito at siya ang unang pinatay. However, after respawning, he just kept playing around while she pretends she doesn’t know how to use sniper!

The smell of blood hung in the air, infiltrating my nose with the coppery smell. I saw Alec battling a half-werewolf, half-man. In the distance, another werewolf charged to help fight against Alec. Before he could join the fight, I aimed and shot him in the head, dropping a couple of feet away from Alec. Alec glanced up and gave me a quick smile before he went back to fight. I looked around and took aim, and shot another. My bullets weren’t the only ones that were ringing through the air. Now that there was chaos, our snipers didn’t want to accidentally shoot one of our own, so they would only fire when there was a clear shot.

He could study the details later. The sniper rifle thrilled him most. In his eyes it was the perfect weapon for ambushes. Even if his aim was not perfect, it would scare people half to death. Cyrus believed he had a talent for shooting. He counted himself half a professional already, especially with handguns. After his reawakening, his mind felt sharper, and his aim had grown more decisive. When he fought the Titan Gang, almost no bullet had missed. "I'm a natural," he said with a proud grin, teasing himself.

I say sweetly. We head toward the water gun game next because Leonid insists on beating us both. I agree because I have nothing to lose but my last shred of dignity. Turns out, Leonid’s not playing. The kid’s a fucking sniper. Shoots clean and wins a massive teddy bear with a smug little smirk. Hands it to me like I’m some medieval princess being gifted a slain dragon. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “You’re terrifying.” He shrugs. “You should see what I do with throwing knives.”

Snipers zeroed in—forehead, throat, chest. One wrong twitch, and she was done.

I think for a minute. Behind me are some timber crates. Perhaps under those I will find a place to lift. I move one to the side, and then the one under it, and then the bottom box in really long and has a crack in the top. Yes… I put the flashlight in the crack and pull it up as I use it as a tool. After ten minutes of hard work the timber lid lifts. I pull the shredded cardboard back and I smile. A crate of Barret’s M98B—Sniper rifles.

The rooftop, enveloped in an uneasy stillness, bore witness to the meeting of two figures locked in a silent standoff. Isaac meticulously disassembled his sniper rifle, the metallic components clicking softly into place. The lingering jest from his teammate hung in the air, an unspoken accolade for the precision that overshadowed the chaotic scene below. "As always, best sniper of the year," teased a voice over Isaac's earpiece, the words weaving into the soundscape of the rain-soaked rooftop. A smirk played on Isaac's lips, a fleeting acknowledgment of his skill. However, that satisfaction was abruptly replaced by a tense awareness of a presence behind him. Reflexes honed by years of covert

There are Elves, Dwarves, Tribals, Werewolves, Lighting wolves and of course most of them are humans. Trang trang.. Several times the sniper ammunition hit the target, no gunshots were heard due to the presence of a suppressor or silencer. Wull is seen teaching the Elves and Tribal tribes how to use snipers. Their initial weapons were arrows and chopsticks, so aiming at opponents wasn't much different. They only need adjustments to the shape and weight of the weapon. The addition of several features by Jade makes the sniper easier to use and also increases the power of the attack.

A sniper rifle, almost one and a half his height, appeared in his hands as he ran and his hunting partners ran to catch up, weapons also in hand. "Seems like we still have a chance, after all." Slim said with a chuckle as he summoned tranquilizer darts from his storage ring and stored them in a small pouch that was specially modifed into his rifle. This small pouch was not the only thing modifed in the slim hunter's rifle. There was also a blade laced with highly effective poison, attached below the mouth of the gun. It made the rifle look more like a gun of ancient times. **********

"Whoever is inside knows how to shield it." They reached the top of the debris pile. The cargo bay doors were jammed open, revealing a cavernous, dark maw. Standing in the center of the opening, backlit by the flickering blue emergency lights inside, was the Sniper. He—or she—was wearing a patchwork suit of hazmat gear and leather armor. A gas mask with a single, glowing blue eye-lens covered their face. The sniper rifle was lowered, but not safetied. It was a kinetic weapon—an old-school slug thrower, not an Admin energy rifle. Illegal. Untraceable.