Novel & Cerita Banter Knife

“Uncle Gabriel told me that this is not just a piece of jewelry. Look!” She slowly pushed the white crystal on the center of the cross pendant and immediately, a sharp, pointed, and slim blade slid out on the longer side. The remaining sides also extended its length and the two of them are now looking down at a small dagger, the size like the palm of her hand. “Uncle said it’s called a Lightbane,” she said as she watched Jacob picked it up and swung the small and light weapon in the air. Her eyes became round as she watched him used the dagger. “Well? What do you think?”

“Now, you can tell me a story. My favorite is the one about Cutter’s magic book. You know that one, don’t you?” “Can’t sssay I do,” I said, still slurring a bit. “Aw, come on Minus, you know it. It’s the one where the dumbass hero biker tells the scary guy with the big knife where Cutter’s book is,” he said, pulling a giant Bowie knife from a sheath on his belt. It was the same kind Viper used on Loro, from its size to the style of the handle. “You and your b… boyfriend Viiiper get those as a mmmatching set or something?”

I swallowed uncomfortably when she asked to see it. “It's nothing,” I growled as I lifted both my bound wrists away from her reaching out to it. “I need to see it to see that it doesn't lower your price!” She demanded as she raised her knife toward me. “It's a banishment brand,” I hissed and she cackled heartily.

his hand returned with a knife of his own from where Sethlzaar could not see, "this is a knife." The weapon was big, its blade longer than any Sethlzaar had set his eyes on. The Northman brandished it in style. He twirled it deftly in his grip and pinned it to the table where it stayed embedded with a thud that caused the single cup on the table to bounce at the impact, spilling its contents. Where the man's knife was for stabbing, the Northman had produced something that could gut a bull in one blow.

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?"

This strangest feature of this knife was its boomerang-like fashion of being able to return to the thrower after being thrown. After taking a few steps, the knife came flying at him again. Jacky wanted to move but Santiago immediately said, "Don't move." Jacky immediately stopped. Then, another knife came flying at Santiago again. He quickly bent over and successfully dodged the knife. After several failed attempts to hit Santiago, the man immediately took out five knifes and shot them all at Santiago. Unluckily, one of the knives were coming towards Santiago's face.

I order politely, and he does as I ask. I grab his tongue with the forceps. “Slater, hold this,” I order. He does so, taking the forceps from my hand. “Knife,” I snap at those not doing anything. I’m handed a curved fixed karambit knife. My heart squeezed in pain as I thought automatically of Ransom. These are his favorite blades. I looked up to see it was Tee who placed it in my hand. I nod to him, focusing on the tasks at hand. Axe screams after I slice through his tongue. Blood is pouring from his mouth as I watch Jensen hold up a bag for Slater to place it in.

“Remember when you taught me how to use your knife?” Em nodded. “I remember.” “Is it bad luck to give someone a knife as a wedding gift?” Em smiled. “I’m not sure, but if you’ll take it, I can loan you one.” My brother was known within and beyond the cartel for his skill with knives. As he put it, they were quieter than guns and more satisfying. “Maybe in the next two weeks you can give me a few more lessons?” “Cat, you wouldn’t kill a person.” I shrugged. “Maybe I’d only wound him.”

If I don't, I can wait for an opportunity to do so. Knowing that there's likely to be anything from half a dozen to twenty men in the next room, I'm happier now that I have the rifle slung over my shoulder. The Glock too is comforting, sitting in its holster under my jacket, and with plenty of spare magazines in one pocket. With a knife, a KA-BAR, in its usual spot, the sheath to the back, I'm comfortable that I'm good for any up-close resistance. But I have spares, a small switchblade strapped to one calf, and an A-F fighting knife to the other. A length of cheese wire is a lightweight addition, pinned inside my belt.

From the outside, the handle turns and the doors swing wide, letting in a rush of clean air. "Good to see you, sir." Baxter stands almost to attention. "You too, Baxter. Efficient as ever I see." Hartwell's voice comes from behind me, hollow-sounding in the van. "You never had me fooled, Larry." "That's Mr Klempner to you." To Baxter, "Knife." He grins as he passes it across. "As you requested, sir."