Backhand Blade Build Novels & Stories

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

He took a small rectangular-shaped box out of his coat and gave it to Eunicia. She hastily opened it to see a brand new custom-made 15-inch Xerrohmite steel knife with a high-frequency molecular edge making it very easy to cut even Adamantine steel. It also had a pair of dark-Iron leather armored gloves to pair with the knife. "Are these really for me? The steel knife alone must have cost a fortune, let alone the gloves feel like they were just recently woven!" Eunicia shouted in glee. Kent smiled explaining that he made them for her despite her objections long ago. Every time they are deployed to practice, Eunicia's weapons break easily while competing against the other squads who are using

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

Thalia POV I am talking with Rory about getting new training equipment. Many warriors expressed interest in learning specialized weaponry. This requires additional safety measures and keeps me occupied and involved in training, even if I can’t train for the moment. “I think for the blade training we are going to need additional throwing stations. Warriors excel at hand-to-hand combat with blades but not at distance throwing. Each blade has its own weight and counterweights to balance it. The foundations are the same, but size, type, and the like matter,” I said.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Blade’s POV I woke up groaning in pain as the first thing I felt was a twinge in the lower part of my back. Then the next bundle of pain came right after from my forehead and when I reached out to it, I felt a bandage around my head. The door opened and although my sight was quite blurry, I could still make out the image of Camila. She had a good scent and was in a different outfit which was a good sign that things were getting better.

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

The blades were wickedly curved, etched with silver runes. "Are those... backup measures?" Noah asked, his voice low. Kael didn't turn around, but Noah saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk in the reflection of a nearby windowpane. "One must always be prepared for the final boss, as you would say. These are quite special. I borrowed them from our dear friend Chayton’s private collection while he was busy nursing his bruised ego. I’m sure he won't mind. Sharing is caring, bestie."

"Yeah, what is it, Elder? If you've got a way to fix this, tell us." "Make it double," Kendrick explained. "Your father once told me that the blade was forged with two distinct types of runes and two different grades of steel. They were meant to act as a counterbalance. If your own spiritual energy is too volatile to contain it, you have to 'double' the source." "You mean we have to re-forge it?" Dad asked, planting his hands on his hips. "How much time would that take? We don't exactly have the luxury of sitting around a furnace while those hunters are sharpening their stakes."