Weapons Master Novels & Stories

"That bastard Wade planned this. He's hiding from us. Let's go to his company and make a scene. Trash his reputation—he'll have to come out and pay us." Early the next morning, Jennifer dragged Vanessa to Wade's old workplace. They barely reached the entrance before security stopped them. "Who are you here for? Do you have an appointment?" "We're looking for Wade Watson," Jennifer snapped. "That ungrateful jerk stole my daughter's youth and took our money. Tell him to come out and face us!" The guard's face hardened. He raised his shield. "Mr. Watson's been transferred. He's not with this branch anymore. Leave now, or we call the police."

Blood sprayed, and his head snapped back, but he did not fall. "That hurts, you bastard!" Damian dug the flattened slug out of his brow and hurled it aside, glaring toward the bunker. Cyrus exhaled slowly. "Combat-type Awakened, huh? Their durability borders on absurd." That ape's defense rivaled an armored vehicle. These were the core members of West Ridge's expedition force. None of them were easy prey. From now on, conventional firearms would struggle against the Awakened. Though Cyrus had no room to judge. His own ability broke the scale entirely.

"And if I can't understand?" Silvan simply raised his hands. Clack! Clack! All 36 men in the black robes took out unique firearms and disengaged the safety, aiming in Harvey's direction. "These weapons are specialized firearms Country A created against martial arts elites. Their bullets are created from toxins that could deal with True Warriors that Grand City has perfected. The ones with weapons are trained elites who with god-like accuracy and an iron will. If all 36 of them pull the trigger at the same time, even a living legend who has reached the level of uniting Man and Nature has to take a step back," Silvan explained calmly.

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.

58 | T W O S T R O N G M Y S T I C A L W E A P O N S F O R D A M I E N ' S T W O S T R O N G E S T S H A D O W A R M Y *** Damien just wanted to go to the place Ansel reported earlier. But just as Damien had just stepped foot in, one of the hundreds of mystical weapons in the room he was in gave off an extremely powerful aura, many times stronger than the hundreds of other weapons.

Opening the System Shop now. A sudden flash of light blinded me. When my eyes cleared, a massive glowing menu was floating in the air. The first tab was labeled [Advanced Weaponry]. I scanned the list, my heart racing as I read the names of things I had only heard about in rumors. There were automated turrets that could track movement in the dark, high-frequency blades that could cut through bone plates easily and heavy-duty shotguns that used system energy instead of lead bullets. "Check out those prices " I whispered, my finger hovering over a picture of a black rifle. "Five hundred points... Eight hundred points. I still don't have enough."

He looked like devil in uniform—unrealistically broad, calm, dangerous in a way that made the mounted lions in the hunting room look like playful kittens. Weapons were next. He laid them out on the well-lived oak table as if we were playing cards: Glock 17, black polymer, grip rough enough to sandpaper fingerprints. Heckler & Koch MP5, compact, folding stock, whisper suppressor already mounted. Ka-Bar knives, edges blackened, sheaths worn smooth from too many last resorts. A pouch of grenades that looked like toys until you imagined your lungs shredded across a wall. I ran a finger along the Glock’s slide. It was cold, simple and honest. Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths

This allowed marksmen to fire their weapons as accurately as they could in real life without depending on aim assist and other guided aids, which provides a remarkable advantage in certain times. Another route was to embed weapons in the wrists. Usually smaller and less powerful than handheld weapons, it kept the arms free to wield weapons while simultaneously offering additional firepower without detrimentally affecting weight and carrying capacity all that much. However, such weapons systems needed to be fed energy or other resources from the torso. Accommodating these needs weakened the arms internally and created more weak points. The wrist-mounted weapons also unbalanced the arms and ma

Medyo na-gamay ko na ang sword ko, madali lang kasi itong kontrolin. I also added a feature sa weapons ko, for the sword, I requested for it to be a necklace, tapos maa-activate siya if tatanggalin sa leeg ip-press then is-swing. For the bow naman, it's a bracelet, same activation, and lastly, the quiver with bows, ay isang hikaw.

"I almost forgot we have two plump, juicy children here. The pair happens to be a boy and a girl. The herb will be twice as effective with the children's blood. Bring them along!" Vincent's features tensed as he speedily raised his chubby arm and pressed the device around his wrist. "MAVIS, attack!" "Yes, Young Master." MAVIS charged at Liebert before beating up all of the latter's subordinates. They were naturally capable people. After all, they could arrogantly do as they pleased all these years. On top of that, the Great Apothecary Guild's subordinates had plenty of heavy weaponry. MAVIS was powerful but couldn't go against so many heavy weapons.