Battle Blades の小説・ストーリー

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.

Darkness surrounds me. My body pulls against the restraints, but nothing seems to work. My eyes look across the room, seeing the things. Growling, I pull harder and watch as people move around me. “Before you return it, we need more samples.” I watch his body walk to mine, the needle piercing through me. Growling, I snap forward, but it’s useless. I’m locked in. “Cut some skin off.” He turns as he speaks. I feel the blade slice across me. Howling, I fight, but it’s useless. Darkness sweeps away the images.

* * * Brend issued a charging order, brandishing his sword out and leaping forward toward Grub, Gary not far behind him. “Now man chest, Grub will show you how to stab,” Grub said, rolling forward and to the side, running one of his long blades across Brend’s thigh, smiling when he heard the tell-tale cry of pain. He winced slightly, forgetting he had rolled to the side that was still in recovery from his fight with the crossbowmen in town. Grub rolled under a wide horizontal slash from Gary, who held a broadsword in one hand and a large silver shield in the other. He wore his heavy plate mail and Grub was enjoying exploiting the lack of vision Gary had with his vertical eye slits in his sol

Thunder Storm Inferior Divine Sword 1st 1st Divine Tool, Although the known figure in Divine Tool Grade 1, could also be on the Myriad Soul Monument, but the Zhe Ru Sword is a treasure that is behind the Myriad Soul Monument. The gap between the two is huge. Swordsman at heart The gap on the blade weapon was automatically ignored by Yao Tie… The two swordsmen pulled out the Long Sword to take action. Many martial artists in the universe already held their breaths. The most intense battle in this game is about to die, but they are afraid to lose every picture! “Momo should be able to win. ” “Yao Tai, the blazing dagger is of great strength, but Momo can avoid it, his speed is too fast…”

She fought like a wolf—elusive, patient, aiming for tendons and openings. Clack. Clack. THUMP. She landed a solid blow on his ribs. He returned one on her shoulder that numbed her arm for a second. They broke apart, breathing harder now, a new respect dawning in the space between them. This was no longer a test. It was a conversation. Their blades spoke a language of feints, parries, and counters. He learned she favored her left side when tiring. She learned he had a tells when he was about to lunge. They were evenly matched in skill, but differently schooled. His was the art of the duel. Hers was the art of the kill.

"The star-silver lattice is dense enough to contain the feedback, but it’s fragile. If a soldier strikes a heavy null-iron shield, the blade might shatter." "Then don't strike the shield," I replied, my voice steady, carrying the weight of my new authority. "Teach them to strike the gaps. These blades aren't for armor; they’re for the things that wear the shadows like skin. Train the infantry to fight as a unit. If one blade breaks, the next soldier must be there to bridge the gap."

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

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.