7 Swordsmen Of The Mist Novels & Stories

She gathered her qi and span around severally. “Prideful Sword: Covering Moon” *Boom* A large golden sword light much like the first spread out from Alexis and assaulted those around her. Before the giants could recover from her previous attack, they were besieged by another. Several giants were split in half and many men lost their heads. With her second attack Alexis had reduced the army to half of what it was!

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

A COUPLE OF HOURS BEFORE THE CEREMONY In his slumber, Nelanian tossed and turned in his bed, breathing deeply and calling out his master's name. /................................................/ The second swordsman was launched into the air from the gas cloud. His landing was less elegant than the others had anticipated. He hit the tree's bark with his head. Rhaizen Gale waited for the mist to disperse while he stood in the middle of the mist. The lorth magician and the alchemist were the only ones left, and the alchemist had been useless in the fight since it began.

She didn't for once think Darla would hesitate before driving the sword into Niles if she hadn't quietened down. Simran looked around, but all she could see was the mist. She heard a rustle nearby. Twigs snapped and someone ran over them. Everyone in the group fell silent. The hazy moonlight and the mist made it difficult to see anything. Suddenly the flap of wings was heard and everyone drew their swords from their sheaths, except for Manton who drew daggers from his belt. The hilts were studded with red, blue, green and yellow gemstones that glowed dully in the darkness.

They seemed to be talking about something, but Jai couldn't hear them talking. The short haired man yelled something to the man in front of him. Jai couldn't see the man's expression, but from the gesture, the short haired man was angry. The man with the sword swiped his sword to the side and said something to the short haired man. Then behind him, a light shone and began lining into three, big misty swords. The swords were pointing at the short haired man, and seemed ready to thrust at him anytime.

Tons of warriors move to and fro around the gate with their hands stuck on their swords, always ready to strike. A few other warriors stand as carvings at each end of the pillar, dressed in war armor and weapons. Honestly, the more I make a mental memo of what is before me, the more my stomach knots. Rage steams my blood at how impossible everything is starting to seem. How do I escape this giant prison filled with warriors? I will get caught after surviving the height of Zlata’s window. “Can you ride?” Zlata points at a white horse. Its saddle is decorated with fancy ornaments, symbolizing loyalty.

He looked at me. "Ready?" he said. "Yes," I said. He opened the door and we walked in together. --- Seven elders. They were all seated already around the long table. Elder Sorin at the head. Six others I recognized by face but not yet by name. All of them watching the door when we entered. Reva was there too. She was standing against the far wall, not seated, arms crossed. When I walked in she looked straight at me and didn't look away. I sat down next to Kael.

The air shimmered with heat. And then he saw her. She stood in the center of the chaos — a figure wrapped in smoke and light. Her hair was loose, tangled with ash. Her clothes torn and bloodstained. A blade shook in her hand, and yet, even standing on the edge of death, she looked like something untouchable. Her eyes caught his. Silver-gray, bright even against the flames. “Stay back,” she said. Her voice trembled but didn’t break. Cullen stepped closer. “You’ll hurt yourself with that toy.”

The warriors staggered back momentarily, fear flickering in their eyes, but soon they formed a barrier, blocking my path. "So, it must be a fight then. I welcome the challenge," I declared, stepping onto my crossed swords and drawing them from their sheaths. The warriors advanced, seeking to restrain me, but with a swift kick to their stomachs, I sent them staggering backward. Other warriors joined the fight, attempting to block my movement, and in a matter of seconds, chaos followed. Swinging my swords with precision, I severed heads from their bodies, crimson blood spattering upon me, though I paid it no mind.

I looked at all the faces in the room as I proceeded to take my seat at the high table, facing them all. I said a short prayer, ruffled through my bag, brought out the files I needed, scanned through them for a couple of seconds, took out my glasses from my purse, threw it on and pretended to stare at the papers before me so I could take a peep at the faces before me. They were all staring at each other in disbelief and at me with disgust except one fine, young man at the opposite end of where I sat. He was indifferent and I, puzzled. “Can I meet you?” I asked, staring straight ahead at the man, breaking the whispers in between the silence.