Backhand Blade Build Novels & Stories

This time there was a slight bite to the metal. It was working. She spat on the concrete serving as her whetting stone and put her weight into refining the edge. "It's working," She whispered. "What did you say?" Natalie leaned over the edge. "She said it's working," Christine repeated. "What are you doing?" Hannah glanced up and across the space between their prisons at another woman. Her English was heavily accented, but Hannah could understand her. "I'm making a blade." She lifted it to show the other woman. "You can make them from the chair legs. Break them off and focus on one end."

It was a stark contrast to the doubts and fears that had been plaguing me in recent weeks. I had managed to accomplish something remarkable amidst the chaos and secrecy that had consumed my days. Despite the challenges and the constant need to be cautious, I had successfully crafted the blade. The silver and orichalum blade that had been smelted in the potent cocoa pods ashes and liquid. It was a weapon of immense power, one that could potentially change the course of our kingdom's destiny. Holding it in my hands, I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. All those sleepless nights and stolen moments had been worth it.

Wow, I'm impressed with myself how can I do this so easily? “What want to attack too?” I ask the first man that I kick in his stomach. He didn’t answer instead he took out a blade and judging from its look the blade has a back edge that curves upward hah such a knife is optimized for slicing or slashing which provides a larger cutting area or belly and is common on skinning knives. To think he is threatened by a lady like me and decide to bring out a knife is how ungrateful.

It was like the veiled man had it planned all along. The veiled man transformed his hand into a long sword that was sparkling with fire, then he slashed at the processor again. This time, she was prepared. The processor hand also morphed into a sharp blade with a tiny hand. Looking closely at the processor blade, I was sure it was formed with the use of all the elements. It had an iced hilt, a flaming mouth, and the blade seemed to be made from the black canyon's rock. With a loud clang, the processor blocked the veiled man.

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.

My blade says enough. The thigh holster straps on tight, and the knives slide into place like they belong there. I check each one by feel, sharp, balanced, and familiar. The pistol goes at my back, compact and unregistered. I take one more blade and slip it into the sheath at my boot. Redundancy saves lives.

Lionel wasn't the only one with the knowledge of herbs and concoctions. Her blades were specially crafted to slay vampires. When it sliced through their skin they didn't heal like they normally did. Made out of a meteor rock and some other elements she scavenged from the old ruins in the forbidden pass, the concoction she uses to polish the blade added more benefits. As she watched his scowl deepened and she raised her hand, giving him a two-finger salute. The bastard loved the hunt and chase. But this was her game, one she knew he'd never win. Because of the woods... No one knew these woods as I do.

Practiced with the blade until my arms burned. This morning I worked on the combination Rhea had taught me yesterday. A three strike sequence followed by a pivot and a reverse slash. It required speed and precision and perfect footwork. Yesterday I had stumbled on the pivot every single time. Today I landed it clean on the fourth try. I did it again. And again. Each repetition smoother than the last. My feet knew where to go. My hands knew when to turn. The blade moved like it was part of my arm instead of something I was holding.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

I picked up Bago's kampilan from the ground. It was a good blade. Old iron with a slight curve at the tip, the clan markings etched into the flat of the blade in a pattern I did not recognize, the bone handle worn smooth from years of use. Too long for my current build — I was thirteen and not finished growing. But the weight was right for what I needed to learn, and the scripture had been asking me for weeks to start training with a weapon beyond the discharge techniques alone. I tucked it under my arm.