Reinhardt poked his head into the Entrance Hall and listened for the sound of marching boots. The coast was clear, so he slipped inside. On the run back he had the thought - in an amazing and uncharacteristic flash of foresight - that he should ransack the Armoury tonight, whilst the guard was sleeping and the door unlocked. He estimated he would only have maybe an hour, but he had a clear shopping list. He went west and clanked as fast as he was able down the Hallway. He checked the Western Lounge, but he figured he would stay in the Leftenant’s Quarters through the , take care of the Armoury guard and make sure his shield remained, then check the Grand Hall to see if that shield remained. “, even at the after this, then there is no justice.”
He threw himself into the Armoury and went straight to a rack that had sprung to mind on the run back. He picked up the largest, thickest gauge and most robust Arbalest goodpannier saddlebags. Made from thick, but soft leather, they were equivalent to two large satchels, only the flaps overlocked the casements, making them fully waterproof. He grabbed them and slung them over his shoulder. Nodding to himself, he dashed out and up the corridor to the Leftenant’s Quarters.
With the door solidly closed, he sat on the bed. He had no idea how holding Items through worked. The last time, he had been asleep when it happened. It didn’t take his clothes or anything, so maybe it just went off touch. Just to be safe, he’d make sure he had contact with everything he would need for tomorrow. To that end, he laid the shield across his knees, put the arbalest on top of it, along with the quiver and scabbard, and held the DungeonDungeon Spirit connected to the something with it, which was totally normal. But there was a Tertiary structure there, doing something almost imperceptible. His sensitivity to such things was increasing, and the more he figured out what to look out for, the clearer it became. This auxiliary process was transferring , but it was pushing it out of the sword. Pushing it out through the link between the sword and his . He knew it was because it was itching his left arm.
The sword was funnelling a small percentage of the energy it absorbed through the bond and into his . Wasn’t fascinating?
“? ?” Reinhardt wasn’t quite sure that was the way it worked. Everything he had encountered so far had been constructions of the DungeonDungeoneverything in here was made from . Or Aether, or a combination of the two.
All the other items he “claimed” remain untouched by the Dungeonintent played a huge role. All he really cared about was making sure the Dungeon knew this sword was Now that the DungeonRegenerated, he was about to be very busy. While he was seated, he fitted the windlass to the ArbalestArbalestArbalestguige of some description. He looked around the small room, there was a largish dresser with draws. This man was an officer, he’d have to have belts. A quick search turned out a thin leather belt, and he passed it through the grip and looped the belt over his left shoulder. He slung and unslung it a few times to refine the process. So, after the Arbalest
He pulled out a bolt for the ArbalestPannierWould it react if I shot it from here? ?” He doubted it. He was certain if he shot it, it would come out swinging. Well, that was a tactic - he could shoot it at the farthest distance possible, and he’d have ample time to prep his shield and draw his weapon. Especially if he hit the knee. But he also knew that every metre of distance added to the difficulty.
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“” Reinhardt looked at the Armoury Guard, trying to pick out the best place to put a bolt through. The knee is a solid idea, but as the had showed, if it can get into position, it can be just as dangerous. The elbow was also a contender, especially for those with two-handed weapons. Everything else was too uncertain, or too hard to hit. He settled on remaining in the Officer’s Quarters corridor and trying for the knee. He was more curious to see how the wound affected the
He raised the Arbalest
Whilst the development of the crossbow was a tremendous leap forward in technology and warfare - giving a missile weapon equal to or stronger than any bow to those untrained in ranged combat - it, like all things, required training and practice to be truly effective. There were sages and scholars who had studied such things, primarily with a view to
Reinhardt had not even fired a crossbow forty-two times in his life, let alone spent forty-two days learning how to shoot one proficiently - and the ArbalestIt will have to drop a centimetre or so, surely?” But Reinhardt was completely unprepared for the “pull” of the Arbalestprod returning to their “resting” position pulled the crossbow forward. As the Arbalest’sprod were steel, it was front-heavy. Finally, Reinhardt had totally underestimated just how much force a sixty gram bolt with nearly five hundred kilograms of kinetic energy would impart on a target.
The end result was the ArbalestArbalestPlate
Reinhardt wasted no time, letting the ArbalestSpirit energy linking him to the blade. As clear as day, there was flowing into him through the bond. He tried to parse out exactly how much, and how it worked in relation to the main “Soul
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