Anime Sword Draw Novels & Stories

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

the curved blade flew from the scabbard at Aurelia's heart. Much to the Princess's surprise her hands shot out like an arrow and now held the blade between her palms. Hinata scowled, and tried to kick her with her extra limbs. However, Hinata's balance required her legs to stay underneath her, and she wobbled a little. Aurelia capitalized on the opportunity, and swung low to the ground, and severed the legs. Hinata shrieked in pain and stabbed wildly at Aurelia's body. Using her cat agility, Aurelia easily dodged the undisciplined strikes.

Was he going to fail here? Zen took a long look at the sword and sighed. He held it with one hand and put the other behind his back. It was heavier, but he had more flexibility to move the weapon without his more awkward arm. Perhaps this would do the trick? Slowly, Zen raised the short sword and brought it down on the training dummy. The movement for his upper right diagonal slash felt smoother than it did with both hands. Hopeful, Zen tried the diagonal slash from the left bottom upwards that he struggled with earlier.

"Didn't you see the announcement? This person is called Sebastian, and he just took the first kill of the boss in the novice village." "Cheater! Bros, there's cheating in this game!" "Too outrageous. I saw it clearly; he dealt nearly two thousand damage with three strikes? My Qi Refining Initial Stage only has a thousand health." "I thought those few Blood Slaughter guild members were low on health because they were fighting with Moonshadow Guild, so it was easy to kill them." "I just want to say, terrifying!" "Such a master! Idol!" "Are sword cultivators this strong? Can I switch to becoming a knife user? Suddenly, I feel my knife is only suitable for cutting tofu (T▽T)..."

… Meanwhile, Aiden practiced the art of Refined Blade Slash in a quiet room deep within Refined Blade Dojo on Dojo Street. In front of Aiden was a wooden post scarred with countless sword cuts, each one deep and clean. Aiden was highly skilled in swordsmanship. With sweat dripping down his head, Aiden withdrew his sword and glanced at a whiteboard a few feet away. Photos were plastered all over the whiteboard. There were pictures of Darcy, Snow, Kent, and more on the board with strings connected. The whiteboard was a visual representation of a character network.

Justice would be served. Alexei's hand moved at lightning speed as he rolled a star-shaped weapon between his fingers. The shuriken must have been made of silver because the bloodsucker was wearing leather gloves, protecting himself from direct physical contact with the dangerous metal. With a fierce determination, he flung it at me. I dodged the attack with ease, my body bending and twisting like a serpent. Undeterred, Alexei hurled another shuriken at me, the sharp edges glinting in the sunlight. This time, my reactions were not fast enough, and I could not evade it completely. The shuriken grazed my bicep, drawing a line of blood that trickled down my arm. I hissed due to the burning pain

" But we left the only arrow we have by the river..... but I could draw my sword and stab it from above. " " Better than nothing! Hurry!" He says as he grabs my arm and pushes me towards a tree before running down the slope. I immediately climb up it and drew my sword. I could hear the sounds of a conversation but I couldn't really hear what was being said before everything falls into an eerie silence. Are they talking while fighting? Is he telling Hikaru the plan against the enemy? Just what is happening over there? *Footsteps approaching * I draw my sword and get ready to pounce down at the approaching person. A man clad in amour with red eyes and long flowing snow-white hair came into vie

*** * opens eyes* Celea was heavy breathing and had a sharp pain in her neck " Damn you lycan" she than looked up with a sharp face " no one is going to die, not on my watch" Celea went out of the room " Luna!" " you cant be outside is dangerous!" Celea than pushed him away with her powers and he flew 4 meter away. Celea went to a giant painting not to far away from here and took it down. Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

Liam and I drew our swords, slender steel blades that glittered in the lantern light. The first figure lunged at Liam, blade raised high. Usually, Liam would parry with a strength that dwarfed any mortal man. But this creature moved swiftly and strangely, an echo of wolf’s shadow, swift and silent. Liam’s blade met the figure’s in a clash that rang through the trees.