Squad Saber Vs Squad Venom Novels & Stories

They chose to work for me and ever since then they’ve done nothing but shine within each of their respective classes. Mentally preparing for what’s about to come do I move to think over each of my teams. My squad. With 3 squads standing at my disposal with each of them holding a small group of men of their own, men who specialized in unique abilities. Abilities such as sharp shooters or as I like to call them, the Bravo team. These men were my eyes and ears within this operation. Each carrying snipers among other weapons as they become our lookouts. Each group accompanied by one of our Gamma’s. Men who were great at observing and holding wicked reflexes when needed.

Lazaro continued in a clearer voice, the tiny glimpse of vulnerability vanished into thin air, “we’re going to ask our friend here, why he tried to kill you.” He shoved the man’s trembling face to the side, and pulled out a drawer on the table that stood next to him. Then, he picked out a slim bag of knives and threw it down on the table, where we could all see it. Myself. The perpetrator. Lazaro. Lazaro picked up a sharp, curved blade, examining it under the light as he walked round the seat the man was bound to. “Tell me,” he started, “why did you try to kill my wife?”

asked Captain Arnold, looking at Eren and Jacob. “Understood Captain!” they both answered in unison. "Good then. Remember! You can use any strategy to win this match. There is only one rule in this game. Don't kill each other," Captain Arnold warned. Eren and Jacob looked at each other. The aura of competition was immediately felt between the two of them. They walked into the armory to choose what weapons to use for the next match. Eren took a short-barreled weapon complete with ammunition, a knife, several smoke grenades and a wire rope. While Jacob took an M16 weapon and a knife.

"What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?" "This is the sacred gun, 'Argentum.' Normally used in opposition to vampires however additionally works on humans. But as opposed to golden bullets, you likely decide upon consuming lead." Seeing Anna flow her finger to the trigger, Raven raised his palms and surrendered, his face long gone light. . . . …..

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”

As we enter, the scent of oiled metal and polished wood filled the air, mingling with the anticipation that crackled between us. , Adam and I surveyed the arsenal before us. Daggers and swords, gleaming firearms and ammunition lined the shelves, each item a testament to our strength and readiness. We selected the weapons that felt most fitting for ourselves, personally I like the dagger more than I’d like to use a gun, but since it was just two of us against a lot of men who might be equipped with guns as well, it’ll be foolish to go head on without having a powerful long ranged weapon as well.

Before Dante could even take a breath, the deafening roar of three massive V8 engines violently shattered the quiet of the docks. Blinding, high beam headlights cut flawlessly through the dense fog. Three matte black, heavily armored SUVs violently mounted the concrete pier, completely blocking the only exit. The heavy doors swung open. Silas and the ghost squad poured out like living shadows, their suppressed tactical rifles instantly raising to their shoulders. A dozen bright red laser sights painted flawless, lethal dots directly onto Dante's chest and forehead. But it was the man who stepped out of the lead vehicle that made Dante's blood run completely cold.

“They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.” The breach happened with a sound like tearing silk. Four "Sovereign" commandos materialized in the center of the gallery, their armor glowing with a faint, pulsing violet light. They were equipped with "Aether-Blades"—weapons that could cut through reinforced steel as if it were paper. They looked at Marcus and Elena with a clinical, arrogant detachment, as if they were merely clearing away rubble. “Step aside, Smith,” the lead commando said, his voice synthesized and cold. “The 'Total Harvest' is a legal and genetic inevitability. You are merely an obstruction in the flow of the Sovereign grid.”

Ethan asks as a worried tension settles over everyone. “There is a rumour that Evander Liot is behind it but he keeps denying the accusations,” Caleb adds as Sabastian lights up a cigarette leaning back in the chair unphased by this news. Evander Liot is a notorious arms dealer who will create and sell anything to the highest bidder. As werewolves, we are rather resilient, but we have enemies and silver bullets are one of them. The problem with the ones Evander Liot is selling is that they fracture on impact, hitting your blood system. There is no way to heal or survive after that. It could be the end of our species if these bullets are in the wrong hands.

He stands in the way that Raptor and his team were standing during Alpha Leo’s court session, like he’s at parade rest as he looks me over, assessing me. “I hear Saber wants you on her team,” he says. “Yes, sir. She was in our pack over the weekend because of problems we encountered. I was very excited to be able to work with her and the C-Squad and learn more about the work they do.” “Did you know that Raptor also has his eye on you, Striker?” he asks. “I might have heard that rumor, sir. But honestly, with Cyra and I taking over two packs and needing to combine them into one, C-Squad is a better fit for me.”