Backhand Blade Ash Of War Novels & Stories

He hissed and stumbled, but he didn’t vanish this time. “Finish him!” Jon ordered. Caleb and Cole lunged in, spears stabbing. The Ashborn dodged, fast but not fast enough now. We pressed in from all sides. My blade slid across his chest. Jon slammed the back of his axe into his head. The Ashborn dropped to his knees, coughing black blood and then I took the opportunity to strike, giving the opening on ground. I dashed forward and drove my sword into his heart. “One down,” I muttered more to myself.

And I was really looking forward to that. "Alright then, since we've clarified everything, I think it's high time we started fighting," I told Ash, extending my hand for a handshake. He had a broad smile on his face as he took my hand, and we shook hands slowly. With that, he turned around and left without another word. I went my own way also, with my sword in hand, going back to my own army.

"Why not?! Just an opponent like you. What do I have to worry about? Didn't you say yourself that I'm the ruler of the underworld? You should realize one thing. Going after me, you're just as likely to die!!!" "Insolent. You guys, attack the ignorant man in front!!!" The enemy leader ordered in a loud voice. Not waiting for long, the leader's three men attacked purposefully. Two of them distracted Asher by attacking using attack and defense techniques. Bang! Bang! Two bullets were fired at Asher. He quickly jumped towards the bushes to dodge and hide in one of the trees on the side of the road. In Asher's hand was a Smith & Wesson type 500 Magnum revolver that had a large damage specificatio

Cassian watched as Julianne hurried off and once she was out of sight, his expression changed totally. He moved his arm forward and held the rest of the arrow sticking out. With one pull, the rest of the arrow came off and more of his blood dripped down his arm. He tore a piece of his cloth and wrapped it tightly around the area.

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

I muttered, waving the heel at him. He burst into laughter and straightened up, his hand still clutching his belly. “You wish," he muttered and pulled out a blade. My hands lowered and my heart dropped into the pit of my belly as I stared at the little shiny blade in his hand. “You still want to fight, Miss Ashley?" He cackled, nodding his head at me. I wasn't expecting the weapon and I knew a slash from that blade would take me down. I had no other choice but to obey the voice in my head.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

The vehicles were parked in a tight circle under a canopy of pine trees, and the supplies were laid out on tarps across the forest floor like the inventory of a war nobody wanted to fight. I spent the first hour sharpening weapons. Silver alloy blades, reinforced tips, the edges honed to a thinness that caught the firelight and threw it back in razor thin lines. My hands moved automatically, following a rhythm I had learned years ago, while my mind sat somewhere else entirely.

Asha is completely freaked out when he pulls out a transparent-blue sword. “Munda, caecus.” (Cleanse, blind.) Casting a purifying spell on his sword and Asha’s body— he stabs his sword onto Asha’s left hind leg. “Grawr...?” Though he cuts her flesh open, it doesn’t seem like Asha is in pain, but it seems she could feel that her flesh is being cut open. Asha didn’t struggle because she can’t see. “Crap. So many pieces…” Asha’s tibia and fibula are broken into many pieces— seven pieces…?

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”