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.

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.

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.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. 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.

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."