Novel & Cerita Banter Knife

What the hell was this man talking about? "I already told you before, I am not giving you my uncle's money. Whatever he had going on before is done now and I have no interest in it. This… all of this… is done. If you don't stop harassing me then I am going to call the police," Bethany said, with just enough strength and conviction in her voice that I believed her. "Really?" the new man said with an evil grin. "Yes, really," she snapped back. He stalked towards us and brandished the wickedest-looking knife I had ever seen. The world became drowned out as I continued to stare at the silvery glinting object. I feared for Bethany, but it was not Bethany in his eyesight I realized at the last min

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

Before I could tease him about it, he pulled something else out, having me look at him in surprise. “It’s an OTF knife. Keep it on you at all times when you’re there.” He kneeled and slid the garter band on me and placed the knife securely into the band. “It eases my mind if you have something to defend yourself with. And no, you’re not getting a gun. Not yet. You handle the knife better.” He immediately said when I was about to ask him. But he was right. I was better with a knife than with a gun at the moment.

“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.

I blinked up at him. “Not very.” He tilted his head. “But?” I shrugged slightly. “I bought a couple knives when Mel took me to Aetherion.” His brow lifted. “Did you.” I felt my face heat slightly. “They looked useful.” Bastian chuckled softly. “That’s one way to decide.” He pulled two short training knives from the rack and walked back toward the mats. “Show me.” I stood and took one of them. The blade was dull steel, designed for practice, but it still felt strange holding it.

Before he could register what was happening, he immediately saw several types of creatures run in with shouts of war and at the same time, saw the leaders who didn’t wish to be involved, leave them meeting. Each soldier/warrior in front of him had wolfsbane coated on their swords and every single tool they planned to use. The sight sickened him as much as it cracked him up. He had never been more grateful for his secrecy because one important thing they did nit know was that wolfsbane, almost had zero effect on him, and that is if their swords would manage to touch him. The clans present and in support of this were only three: the vampires, the bears and the shifters.

They were here to extort him. What was more, the driving records were switched on? "What the hell is that?" "Brat, take advantage of the fact that I am not angry to quickly take out two hundred thousand. Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" The bald gangster directly took out a shining Swiss army knife from his arms. Crack! Everyone was shocked. The Swiss army knife was brand new. If it really hit him, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me." "Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

He raised his two hands up, showing some form of surrender, but I knew better, I wasn't stupid to take his lack of weapon for his surrender or weakness. He cocked his head sideways grinning like an idiot which I know he isn't. “What will you do dear Lora. Fillet me like salmon.” “I'm serious” “So am I.” He gave me a cocky smile that twisted my stomach. And continued. “That knife is Henckels. Eight inch chef’s knife. Sharp enough to cut through bone if you knew what you were doing.” He took one more step closer and my breath hitched, it felt like I was slowly closing the lid to my own coffin.

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"