Banter Knife Novels & Stories

Annoyed, the lanky man told his friends, "Don't move. Let me fight him one-on-one, or people would laugh at us for bullying him with numbers." As he finished, he whipped out a knife smaller than the military issue combat knife, which also appeared to be modified. "Come at me!" Frank smiled at the lanky man, his hands clasped behind his back. "Let's see if you can keep laughing soon!" Enraged, the lanky man threw his knife at Frank. However, just as it was about to hit Frank between the eyes, the knife suddenly turned and shot upward! The lanky man promptly recited a chant, and the knife was suddenly gigantic, dwarfing the three-floor shop behind it, and descended on Frank from above!

Michaels replied, then shoved me again, but this time, I didn't budge. A slight grin curled the side of my lips as I shook my head. "Na ... I don't think so," I said, stalling. Behind him, Annie silently pulled a Ballistics knife from a sheath in a garter strapped high at the top of her thigh. "You know why?"

I, however, just watched as Bane jumped up, perched on Xavier's good shoulder, and they both just walked out the gate of the arena, and in a couple of moments was walking casually up the stairs towards us. He stopped in front of me only to turn and pull his knife from the amphithere's snout, from where it had landed on the wall before wiping it off on the beast's leathery skin and sheathing it at his hip once more. Then he turned towards me, raising an eyebrow as if he was expecting me to say something, but the General spoke up once more, cutting off anything I was about to say or do.

He screamed at me. I pouted. “Is that any way to talk to your host?” I set the bag down on the floor. It was too big to lay out on the table, and I wanted to see what Malachi was working with before. There were old pliers and hedge clippers. But all the rest were just typical tools that you would find in any toolbox. I picked up the brass knuckles and put one on each hand. “Those were dipped in wolf’s bane.” I heard Malachi through my earpiece.

Class E. Trauma bandages [Effective treatment and recovery of injuries after bandaging, and some bone injury recovery. Can be used together with rapid hemostatic spray and bone therapy spray. Class E.] Steel Knife with increased damage [A sharp steel knife with a total length of 85 cm. Steel Knife with special effects: Increased damage. Causes enemies to bleed and wounds to heal slowly.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. Well, I’m Latina, so it’s an occupational hazard either way. I shake it off, get focused, and throw my Kukri straight to the bull’s eye of the standalone target. Then I move to my smaller knives and hit all of the hanging targets while moving to my seven inch parkerized knife. With a flick of the wrist in the right angle I managed to slice through three targets before rolling forward and reaching for my bowie to stab the final target at the opposite side of the room.

Gaetano said as an order making his way delicately towards Vicente. He held both knives each in a different hand, standing in front of the same guy that tried to inject Larissa with drugs and hit her on the head with his gun. The same guy that tried kidnapping her unconscious body in front of his own eyes and the same man that killed Dante Conzalato at the banquet.

My fingers landing on the hilt of my favorite option among those presented to me. “Let me guess,” the Fletcher says sardonically, “the Butcher knife?” “What can I say?” I toss back, “I am a creature of habit.” Plus, I like the weight of the weapon in my hand. The way it slices cleanly through the flesh, muscle, and bone. “Plus, less time is spent hacking away and cleaning the mess. I have a mate to return home to, remember?” “Makes sense,” he nods, shoving his hands into his pocket as he observes me holding the blade in my hand. “Did you forget the zipties?” I question, looking around for them but coming up empty.

She looked down. A knife. Small, folding, the kind guards might carry for utility purposes. She must have grabbed it from his belt during the struggle without even realizing. Bianca closed her fist around it quickly. Looked at the door to make sure no one was coming back. The hallway outside was quiet. Slowly, carefully, Bianca sat up and examined the knife. It was not much. Maybe three inches when unfolded. But it was sharp. And it was a weapon. Her first weapon since being taken.

“I’ve never seen a knife that thin before.” He gave her a dark look before looking at the knife again. “You wouldn’t,” wrapping the knife in the hankie and shoving it into his pocket. “It’s a demon's fang. A knife made from demon’s fangs.” He wrapped his arm around her when he saw the surprised look on her face. “They do it to themselves, bringing more of a death blow to their prey.” He looked around for a moment, “It proves the theory that there was a territory war. But who is fighting who?”