Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

Penn said as she handed the sword to the prince who looked at her with an expression on his face which Penn could not decipher. Penn reached the stack of weapon in the corner and took hold of a double sword, something which lord Vallas had trained her in by himself and it was widely known that Lord Vallas's choice of weapon is always that. ‘Twice as edgy, unrestrained and dangerous.’ He had once told Penn. Penn never saw the use to use that sword but if there was ever a time to be twice was deadly then this was the time because he believe that he was going to need to it to defeat the prince.

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

He pulled to a stop and jumped down, his movements quick and purposeful. "Delivery," he announced, gesturing to the crates. "New weapons for your Pack members. Swords. Spears. Bows. Enough to arm another fifty wolves." Several warriors hurried over to help unload. They pried open the first crate, revealing rows of gleaming steel blades. Quality craftsmanship. Expensive. "Where did these come from?" I asked. "The Howlers' armory. We had surplus." Lucas shrugged casually. "Figured you could use them more than we could right now."

Knowing that they need a weapon to fight. "Whoa, I didn't know there is a place like this here." Ashleigh's amazement turned to excitement when she saw the weapons. "I want to try them all!" "But you can't, I will just pick something I can move easily with." Vanessa said and chose a fan as her weapon, her favorite, the paralyzing one. "Your organization gave us some of your weapons. Andrius knew that this day would come, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you here."

It looked like something out of a warrior's legend, hidden in plain sight all this time. My jaw dropped as I took the full picture. Shelves overflowed with strange vials filled with colorful liquids which were potions. And against the walls leaned an impressive collection of weapons – swords, daggers, even what looked like a giant crossbow! Everything screamed "warrior training," and for a moment, I was mesmerized. Reaching out, I instinctively picked up a well-balanced knife, hefting it in my hand to test its weight.

Victor smiles sinisterly as he takes his weapon out and observes his men lead her to the edge of the water. I watch intently as he approaches her and aims his gun. Before he can shoot, I stop next to him, give him a wicked grin and arrogantly mutter. “Please, let me do this.” Victor’s eyes narrow with suspicion as he gazes into my eyes, but I keep my cool. I want him to give off the impression that I’m trying to impress him.

Human, Mangani Ape men, knife eared Elves, green skinned Orsims and even the Xanithite lizard men. They never walked alone, and entire platoons could be seen marching in perfect cadence. Some even in full battle gear, down to autocross teams lugging their heavy weapon sets and accompanying Gearbanes that bristled with arcane energy and steam power. But the most striking tool these soldiers voltiirs wielded was the bayonet that stuck to the head of their blast staeves. The attachment bore a curved sickle blade at its bottom, just the right size to penetrate the smallest of armor gaps.

Garrick caught the heavy corpse before it hit the ground, dragging it quietly into the dark gap beneath the catapult's wooden frame. A few yards away, Vanya moved with deadly speed. Two guards were standing near the iron oil barrels, complaining about the cold rain. Vanya dropped from the crossbeam of the second siege engine like a hunting owl. Her twin daggers sank simultaneously into the soft flesh beneath their chins. Blood spurted out in hot, dark jets, mixing instantly with the cold rainwater pooling on the ground. She lowered both men to the mud without making a single sound. "First weapon is rigged," one of her shadow-blades whispered from the dark, placing a wrapped package of black

“When you called for your weapon earlier, it just blew me away! It’s like Alice’s staff that appears out of nowhere!” Janshai rolled his eyes. “That’s what Enchanted-class weapons are, idiot. They do not need to be equipped physically. They can always be summoned at any time.” His scythe slowly dissolved, dematerializing into black strings, before they returned inside his right hand. Arth slowly nodded. He might want to have an enchanted weapon, but he never wanted to replace his Blackwinter sword, though it was just a rare-class. They had been through a lot together ever since he learned how to wield a sword. ‘Don’t worry, buddy. I won’t replace you … ever,’ he thought, holding the hilt of

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.