Sniper Transformers Novels & Stories

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

It punched through to the guard house underneath it, and dismembered the guards posted inside. It was so powerful that it punched all the way through the semi-hollow tower, and cratered the titacrete foundation below. Lucifer’s Mantis fired soon after Xylo, right as they passed the 1500 meter mark. Ze had transformed hir morphic weapon into a sniper rifle, charged it up all the way, then fired a three-round sniper burst at yet another tower. Hir slugs punched through the turret at hypersonic speeds and slagged everything along their path. The sheer thermal energies they left behind caused its inner mechanisms to sag and soften very briefly, and very slightly moved everything just out of alig

"We can’t shift! They’re picking us off the second we break cover!" "Then stop running like dogs and start moving like soldiers!" Sebastian’s silhouette appeared through the smoke on the east ridge. He wasn't in wolf form. He held a high-caliber sniper rifle, his shoulder absorbing the brutal recoil as he systematically popped the sensors on the Aegis drones. "Target the optics! They can't hit what they can't see! Move, you bastards!" A Blackwood warrior, blood streaming from a shrapnel wound in his shoulder, spat on the dirt. "The Cole Alpha... he’s actually got balls."

He adjusted the scope slightly. Trying to find another angle. But the child stayed too close. Then— The boy kissed Trisha’s cheek. The sniper froze. His eye focused on the boy’s face. And his pupils suddenly shrank. “…Wait.” The sniper leaned closer to the scope. Studying the child. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. That expression— “No shot tonight.” Within seconds, the weapon disappeared into a long black case. “I need to report to boss.” The shadow behind the window vanished.

As he focused his thoughts, the motionless projectiles suddenly reversed direction and went back the way they came! The speed was even faster than before, reaching a whole new level. Whoosh! Bullets turned into streaks and hit their original owners. Suddenly, bursts of blood erupted as the mercenaries fell one after another into pools of blood. Tomas was utterly shocked! Woody, despite coming from a rural area, was surprisingly strong and formidable. In a panic, Tomas shouted into the communicator, "Sniper, take him out for me!"

one of the Cerberus men shouted. Everyone runs for a safe place to hide while figuring out where the sniper is located. We saw the attackers run towards the gate and open the cargo trucks. They took some of our ammunition, but the Cerberus men started an open fire. It's complete chaos; we didn't anticipate that they would come in large numbers and be heavily armed. We thought that they would come for the red trinitite. I was wrong; they also came for the cargo. Tiny gave me a Sako TRG 42 rifle gun. It's used for long-range shooting. "Make yourself useful, Junior. Cover me, so I can get closer to the cargo," Tiny instructed me.

Snipers. I spotted one on the rooftop ahead, his rifle aimed directly at Damian. Without hesitation, I lifted my gun and fired. The shot struck the sniper’s shoulder, causing him to falter, but not enough to take him down. He readjusted quickly, his aim shifting—toward me. Before he could pull the trigger, Damian’s bullet tore through his skull, sending his lifeless body toppling over the edge. “Stay close,” Damian ordered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the cover.

It had been covered with strong venom. He stepped back on his right foot and got into a fighting stance. "That stuff doesn't work on me." Sean looked impassively at the sniper. The next sentence made the sniper's pupils dilate as a chill enveloped him. "If you don't want to turn into a human stick and spend the rest of your life floating in formaldehyde, then I advise you to tell me the name of the person who hired you. My patience is limited."

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.