Weiss Rwby Weapon Novels & Stories

said the whole Squad 97. Their weapon transformed to different ultimate form for each class. PRD-class weapon is a sword, GRD-class weapon is a bow, RTH-class weapon is an axe, SLT-class weapon is a snake blade, ENV-class weapon is a spear, SLT-class weapon is a scythe, and GLT-class weapon is a cannon but can be transformed into variety of heavy long ranged guns. “Whoahahaha! This is awesome!!” said Nathan. “So, this is Encoded Weapon …?” said Hazel.

Freya nodded, then she showed the tap screen she brought so Arsenio could read it too. "This is the latest type, sir. The ability of this weapon cannot be doubted. It can shoot from fifty meters away and has no sound at all when firing. Suitable for aiming without being spotted by the opponent," Freya explained. Arsenio looked seriously at the image on the tap screen while stroking his chin and muttering several times. "I want to buy another weapon, which is more practical and can be used in certain situations. Is there one?" "There are, sir. Pocket knives, daggers and others. The power of each weapon depends on the level you have now."

All sorts of types of energy in the form of swords and daggers were conjured in succession before being launched at Kayson. These energy weapons cut Kayson’s clothes, and there were also faint wounds on his body. Kayson raised an eyebrow and said in astonishment, “The Weapon Charmboard is rather powerful…” The energy weapons unleashed from the Weapon Charmboard were powerful enough to kill a peak-level grandmaster. “What… What sort of freak are you…” Hawk appeared to be scared out of his wits. Such powerful energy weapons had actually managed to cut a shallow wound with a small amount of blood seeping through on Kayson!?

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

My heart skipped a beat and all the excitement in me died when my eyes caught sight of something reflecting the light of the moon by the driver’s seat. It was a dagger but not even an ordinary one. It had jagged edges with strange markings on it. What the fuck!! Also there was a transparent bottle of green liquid and bubbles within which an ordinary human would not know about. But I knew it was the juice extracted from a wolfbane flower Emily had told me the effect it had on werewolves. Damn it! I hope I wasn’t being abducted by a fucking rogue wolf. I tried to withdraw from her but she didn’t stop and kept on kissing me.

I was handling my discharge alone when a caregiver called out, "Wade Watson? Something here from Vanessa Sutton!" My chest tightened. Maybe she finally came to her senses. Maybe she sent some essentials. "I'm here!" The caregiver glanced at me, shoved a white foam box into my arms, and rushed off like I was bad luck. A faint, metallic smell hit me. I frowned and opened it.

Then we could just pull them out again. The tip of the weapon are dragon talons. The ends have been cased in tungsten to hold them together. The style of how I wove them together makes them a barbaric cat of nine tails. If you swing them just right they can do a whole lot of damage. Since I created the weapon it also means that I swing it the best. It truly is fitting that I am holding one now. I did design it with him in mind.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Then the figure dissolved into smoke, leaving silence in their wake. Avery’s hands shook slightly as the group dispersed to the weapon racks. She followed Kael to their station, where an obsidian case waited. Inside lay a scythe unlike hers—sleek, etched with faint silver lines that glowed as she reached for it. Armor rested beside it: black plates fitted to her size, curved to protect but light enough not to hinder. “Take it,” Kael instructed. Avery lifted the weapon. It was heavier than her old scythe, humming faintly in her grip as though aware of her uncertainty. She fumbled with the balance, adjusting her stance.

she replied leaving me to the guards. She sashayed out of the dampnes sof our work space after giving the guards their marching orders. They were given strict orders to leave me unharmed during the many months it took for me to build this weapon. It required the family crest of Donyale at the tip of the heavy iron. The ridges that bind were heavy to hold, but light enough to strike down the enemy. I was made to install mercury in the tip. I was careful not to touch it. Mercury could be deadly to most werewolves. The spear stood at least six-foot tall on its own.