Babe Blades の小説・ストーリー

What kind of rotating blade could be so powerful? Kiran was skeptical. Yet, all these masters had died. Could it be... Clang, clang, clang! In the moment Kiran was deep in thought, the three flying blades had already emitted crisp sounds. Kiran snapped back to reality, looking directly at Lord Red Cloud, "They should be called 'Splintering Spinning Blades,' not just spinning blades." What? Lord Red Cloud was taken aback, clearly not expecting this. Kiran raised his left hand, and a forceful strike hit all three blades precisely.

She was well aware that her opponent was prepared to end her at any moment. A silver aura enveloped Gabrielle's AB saber, which now glowed brilliantly and expanded into a green aura with a tip of white light, resembling a blooming flower. It expanded until it created an illusion of flowers in full bloom right in the middle of the arena. Angus, on the other hand, stood with his legs slightly bent, his hand gestures resembling a bird's claws.

- Gabe says with a chuckle. He walks to the table in the cornice and starts putting the torture equipment we are going to need. He is grabbing everything from the cupboard on top of the table. Gabe is organised and I like that. I walk to the table and I grab a nail clipper thing. I don’t know the names. All I know is that I’m gonna clip every single nail out. I want to hear him screaming my name for forgiveness and to stop the pain. I walk to him and I sit on the chair in front of him with the clipper in one hand and the other I have a baseball bat.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

And still, the maniacal grin remained. Turning to it, momentarily taking his eyes from Horus, Babi swung the blade. A blaze of silver flashed, silent but sinister in the air, and the being vanished, unwilling to risk the light and satisfied in its knowledge that it had done more than enough for now. The debris smashed down about it, exploding into shrapnel. With a grunt, Babi seized Kyle, slamming him into the cement. The force sent snapping, jolting pain into the limp body but Kyle's reaction was slow. His eyes rolled, disjointedly, and a low groan escaped.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“Surely this kid can’t escape with three light blades on both sides.” The light blade swished through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as it aimed for Fane’s face. Although he retreated quickly, he was still too slow. Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the blades closing in on his arms, and even some of them were imagining what his arms would look like after, all mangled and bloody.

Blade said, fondling her breast as he pounded his fist in her. "Now." Blade said, biting lightly on her neck as if he wanted to draw blood from her. "BLADEEEEEE..." Bella Said, this strange feeling was about to take control of her. "BLADEEE please!" Bella said, not knowing what she was begging for. Quickly Blade pulled his fist from her arousal, leaving her body completely in need. He smiled down at her. "I win."