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After saying that, he pulls out a wooden knife free, walks the little distance between us and takes my right hand, placing the knife in it. Instantly my fingers quiver and I gasp as the weight from the wooden knife pulls my wrist down. “This is heavy.” “It’s safe, and light,” he tells me, adjusting the knife's position in my hand. “Steel will be much heavier, so we'll start with this.” He picks a matching blade and rolls his shoulders, causing the muscles around them to ripple and I take the time to look down at the wooden knife in my hand. It's... strange, or rather it feels strange.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

“I haven’t used either since the sixteen hundreds.” “Similar shape.” Arnie moves his head side to side as he considers it. “Claymore is longer, but that means it’s heavier. Long sword is probably going to be your best bet. We have a few old ones in the armory. We’ll measure the Luna’s size using those and let you know the correct dimensions, Heph. In the meantime, I have some wooden ones at home. We can work on technique and work our way up to the real thing.” Jorge holds up a finger. “You’re going to need to start weight lifting again, but no bulking up, though. We need you to stay nimble. I’ll speak to the Head Trainer to come up with a program.”

She stood next to Warren and rubbed his shoulders in excitement. The lid opened on noiseless hinges, there lay two odd short swords, “They are based on the La Fa Chaux pistol blades. As It was explained to me, they are wildly impractical as weapons. However, if you shape them out of magic, think of the possibilities, all of its strengths, none of its weaknesses.” Warren examined the blades and smiled, “Plus you can stab things if magic fails.” He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?”

I instantly noted how built she was—all lean muscle. My dad gave her a very ominous smirk, his whole face taking on an evil appearance. "So, you seem to be well-versed in knives, Sara." He pulled out a case and dropped it on the metal table in the center of the room. "Which blade should we use today? A clip point, tanto, or maybe a straight back?" He looked up at her. When she didn't respond, he continued, "Sounds like it's dealer's choice then. Straight back it is." He pulled it out of the case.

I said to her. She nodded, and walked away. What I had stashed in the box was a special blade, forged from the old Alpha's steel. It was balanced... well functional. It wasn't for war, but for defense. It might not have been a lavish gift, but it held so much meaning to it, I thought he would like it.

" What's going to happen is my sin." "Die you fucking scum!" Magical Blades of wind cut through the air. Chris turned and avoided most of them but two cut into his back. The ones that missed cut deep into the trees around him. The smaller ones were cut down by the attack. 'Damnit I'm rusty!' "This is how a wind blade should be!" He roared in anger. In an instant he gathered the magic needed and threw his hand as if throwing a knife underhand.

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.

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.