Novel & Cerita Adrien Fencing

"Now, if you excuse us, he has a room to show me." "Paul can show you. His wound needs to be treated," dad said. "Ooh really? You people are pathetic. What about me? Just one stab and you all are behaving as if he is going to die," Adrianna said. "But he will if his wound won't be treated," Mark said. "Tsk tsk," she said and she stabbed me again on my thigh. "You should all learn to shut up if you don't want me to kill him then. He brought this upon himself so he will have to suffer. He also stabbed me but can you see me behaving like a person who is going to die in the next minute?" She asked.

Adrien's POV: I frowned and raised my fists. “Come on. Focus." He let out a sharp breath and finally lifted his arms in a loose guard. I moved in quickly, aiming a light jab at his ribs. He barely blocked it. “Again,” I said and threw another jab. He dodged too late and stumbled back, almost tripping over his own feet. “Kieran! What the hell is wrong with you?” I did not care about the title. He is my student at the moment and I can call him by his name.

I whispered to myself. And then he was there,suddenly at my side, close enough that I caught the faint scent of pine and steel. “Hey,” Adrian said, his deep voice low and smooth. “Watch me.” He moved into the stance with effortless grace, muscles shifting under his training gear, every line of his body radiating controlled power. For a moment, the entire world narrowed to just him. My heart stuttered.

I kissed him to avoid answering his question, and he didn't pressure me into answering but kissed me back. "I assume you both are done?" Pietro held a glass of whiskey. "Your timing is always terrible." Adriano grunted. "Let's get going, shall we?" He exited the fencing room. Apart from drug dealings and illegal weapons, Adriano owned casinos, gyms, a fencing room, as well as a place to practice archery and shooting. He had banned people from renting out the place, and went as far as giving refunds and inconvenience fees to those who had booked in advance. He wanted the place empty for both of us.

… The lights in the players' corridor were dim, a stark contrast to the bright, boisterous arena just beyond the door. Adriana leaned against the wall, a swirl of complicated emotions settling in her chest. She closed her eyes, reliving flashes of clashing swords in her mind, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. "…Third place goes to Miss Adriana Adler!" The announcer's voice rang from outside. Adriana strode confidently onto the platform. The audience gasped in admiration. On the stage, the female fencer moved with grace and fire, radiant not only in natural beauty but also in heroic poise.

Adrien's sword clashed against metal and he performed a sweep kick maneuver, knocking his opponent to the ground just as he had done with many men before him. "Stay down and surrender your sword," he commanded, holding the pointed blade to the guardsman's chest. Adrien smiled with some faint relief as the man did as he was told. It would only take one of the guardsmen not cooperating to force him to sully his sparkling white blade with the stains of crimson death. 'Ah, good.'

She wasn’t the same girl who trembled under fear and confusion. He threw the cigarette into the dirt. “Alright then. Follow me.” They walked behind the cabin, where the clearing opened into a stretch of grass and old wooden crates. Adrien had already set up a makeshift training area guns, knives, and some combat gear. Elena blinked. “You’ve been busy.” He gave a faint smirk. “Didn’t think I’d let you fight empty-handed, did you?” She folded her arms, defiant but curious. “You really think I can do this?”

It's been a week now since Stephen has slipped into a coma. Adrian thought as he paced in front of the lined dummy for sparring, getting ready to start. He swung his long sword repeatedly, cutting through thin air. Adrian moved smoothly with the longsword in his hands, the thought that Stephen’s men had decided to lounge about in his absence ignited his exasperation as he hit the dummy repeatedly, instilling more energy than necessary, making him seem as if he was battling with a living, breathing person he wished to destroy. The fact that he had no control over them vexed him the more.