Two Sides of the Warp Token: Chapter 9
A short distance away lay a pile of white bags, roderick recognising them as small sacks full of gunpowder. a barrel brimming with cannonballs sat to one side, another filled with canvas wads on the other.
Assassin on the High Seas
As he expected, plenty of them were filled with gunpowder. "what are you doing?" mina watched the door warily, "they could regroup at any second."
Vadim Chapter 13: Heading Out Again
A smell of burning fur and gunpowder lingered in the air as they drove away. sig stared in to the rising moon, its white/blue light casting an ambience of coolness after all the heat. finally, phil broke the silence that swarmed the vehicle.
Chapter 11: Lost
I smelled the gunmetal of their weapons, a metallic scent like that of pennies, but also the weapon oil that greased their moving parts and the gunpowder beneath.
Chaos and Taffy
She had her revolvers, but the gunpowder would ignite the chemical. instead, she drew her knife. not much against a big weapon, but it was her only chance. chaos tried to hit taffy again, but taffy blocked it and stood on top of the weapon.
Into Darkness
The air was filled with the burning smell of singed fur and gunpowder. caroline's ears rang and it felt as if her heart had stopped. she stood there frozen at the horrible sight before her.
The Knights of Juno, Prelude to War, part one
The weapon kicked into his shoulder and he smelled the acrid cordite scent of spent gunpowder. the empty cartridge ejected from his weapon's breach spun in the air as it flew, glinting in the sunlight.
Rise of the Gods - Prologue
Putting these new gods on a world where gunpowder had existed for a while was just asking for a very quick bloodbath. a world still ruled by the sword was needed for sarbon's task. ilandre was also a very unique world.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Fourteen.
The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the small concrete room to their sensitive noses and troy, the tiger, thrashed wildly like a madman in an electric chair. his bonds barely holding.
Weight of Silence - Part Two -
The acrid scent of gunpowder split the cool evening air. another shot. his body moved before his mind did. limbs elongating, muscles twisting, bones shifting. he crashed forward into the undergrowth, hooves pounding against the earth.
A Mutagenic Mishap (pdf version)
Meets looked at the ship that was in panic as the gunpowder barrel had done little. meets struggled as he pushed against something invisible, as the ship in the distance slowly rose up from the sea.
The Complication of Closure
There the figure stood, a tall powerful doe, no fear or panic visible in her expression as she stood covered in ashes, the smell of blood and gunpowder occupying what could once have been a feminine scent.