Premium 10-12oz leather is paramount to disperse the pressure points that guns create against your body, making hybrid holsters the most comfortable way to all-day carry whether you’re sitting or standing. What Makes the Quick Draw OWB Holster Good for Concealed Carry? The Quick Draw holster is designed to work well with a sturdy belt up to 1.75" in width. What Are the Features of the Quick Draw OWB Holster?ĭurable Kydex® designed to hold up to the most extreme conditions and wear that is hand molded to fit your individual firearm.Ĭustom sight channels are made specifically to your gun to ensure clearance with all front sights. As with our entire hybrid holster line, the Quick Draw hybrid holster is proudly handmade in the U.S.A.
#Quickdraw holster series#
The Quick Draw series is designed to be worn OWB by fastening it with your belt through our precut durable belt loops. "That little sh- " The pipes are howling.The Quick Draw holster is an outside the waistband (OWB) hybrid holster that’s handmade with premium leather and molded Kydex® to fit perfectly to your gun. Inside is nothing more than a crude drawing and a rude missive. "For you." As Spider unfolds the note, Avrok creeps further away from the throne. He left this behind." Spider's seal is scribbled on one side. "The kid's grown a spine." "There is," Avrok starts, offering Spider a folded piece of paper, "one more thing. "He steals-from me-and gives it to the House of Light? Unbelievable." Though behind the laughter and coughs, there is a hint of appreciation in his tone. "He's taking them to Mithrax," Spider says between fitful chuckles and wheezing coughs. The Baron of the Shore throws his dead Ghost at Avrok who ducks away from it, covering his head with his hands. The noises rise in intensity, turning into the familiar hissing wail that joins with the uncomfortable sound of Spider. The Ether pipes begin to hum and rattle as a new batch begins production elsewhere in the complex. "With the Crow." Spider slowly leans forward again.
"To where, exactly?" "They…" Avrok takes a small step back from Spider's throne. "They are gone?" Avrok doesn't mean to make it sound like a question, and regrets taking the tone immediately. As a gift." "And the workers?" Spider growls. Along with a cache of your more-ah-personal belongings, among which was the quantum opal." Avrok shrinks lower, lower, lower. "Our little bird, come home to the nest so soon? Tell me everything." "He was able to infiltrate the storehouse," Avrok explains, "and coerced a team of laborers to offload cargo promised to the empress onto a Skiff, which he then… stole. Then he takes a moment to compose himself. Spider continues squeezing it until the glass eye completely pops. His grip tightens on that dead Ghost so hard its shell cracks. "The Crow." Spider's blood turns to fire. "But I have a name." "Out with it," Spider grouses, falling back against his throne with deflated interest. "I did not… catch them, my lord," Avrok humbly answers, his much smaller frame eclipsed in Spider's shadow. "And what did you do to them?" he asks in greedy anticipation. "Our thief, my lord." Spider leans forward with a groan of the cables suspending his throne. "Avrok," Spider bellows, turning his attention to the armored Eliksni striding through the doorway, "what did you find?" Avrok approaches Spider's throne, wringing his hands together anxiously.
The arrival of a trusted associate pulls Spider from his thoughts. Spider reclines against one arm, rolling a dead Ghost's shell in one hand, scraping a clawed finger across its gray, lifeless eye. Every creak and groan of his throne becomes excruciatingly pronounced. Ether production is paused during batch loading, and in that interstitial time, Spider's lair feels like a tomb.
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