Sniper Tf2 Fanart Novels & Stories

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

“We just lost—” BANG. A 7.62 round punched through the reinforced glass—sniper shot, Dragunov SVD, 800 meters out. Sparks’ erupted, blood jetting red across the monitor, gurgling as he slumped, chair rolling back. The screen hissed static, red streaks smearing the feed. Three down.

TheSeventhSnake sighed as the game confirmed his victory. "That was COOL!" Triceratopssss exclaimed in the party chat. "That last moment when you sacrificed your arm, I swear the enemy Phantasm just froze." "I guess he's too new. His marksmanship is top notch, but I think he lacks experience in close-quarters combat." "Kind of funny how he chose to use that particular model as a sniper. It's not a bad choice in the light weight class, but there's better options out there." "It's the third Phantasm I've seen so far this week. The Fantasia variants from Chasing Clouds are beginning to pop up here and there in our local server."

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

Just as he was a few feet away from the vehicle, something dark suddenly flew out from the car. The sniper was startled. When he regained his senses, he found that Caspian had already appeared in front of him. With a flash of a cold light, the sniper's throat was slit. Caspian went to check the identity of the sniper and found that his rifle was made in Filren. He had a wolf head badge on his chest. It seemed that he was indeed from the Venomous Wolves. At this time, Macy called. "Lord Caspian, why did you only inform Sylvia that you're in danger and not me?" she said somewhat indignantly.

2 minutes later: "Unit three report! Targets on sight, but vision is kind of blurry. I don't know what is happening, but we can't get a better view of them. Copy." Janet. "Shit shit shit! How is that possible? Unit three, Shine what is your report? Copy." Gal asked. "Same issue here, copy." Anthony. "Fuck! What type of sniper is Sharpe with again?" Mercury asked. "A1 AS50. That's the best sniper, with a good compass range. What could possibly go wrong?" I asked looking around, all my senses at alert. Then it was time for the speech, the President with the Six Brigades and Mercury and I, made for the podium.

Joshua steps outside, “I need you to be my eyes in the back of my head. Artemis, get me visual on the targets.” “Right on it, Sir. To your left and right, there is one in the woods. They have visuals on the house.” “Get Tiffany a clear visual of that target.” “Tiffany, this is Artemis. In the woods, I have activated a visual on a threat. He has a sniper rifle, but you can get to him first, activating the laser, so you do not miss.” “Great, thanks. I got a clear target.” She aims, and sweat runs down her forehead to her eyes as she wipes it.