Battling Blades Review Novels & Stories

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

The main blade split into three pieces; one flew straight ahead and the two at a slight angle on each side. Aki knew she wasn’t fast enough to stop all three blades. They seemed to fly at her in slow motion as adrenalin surged in her bloodstream. Still, her fingers reflexively switched on the bō staff and started to spin it in front of her like a windmill even as the wood projected out of the handle. To her surprise, all three blades not only deflected but also shattered upon impact. Ironically, it was the blades that looked like wood passing through a buzzsaw.

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei

The battle was intense, but all things had to come to an end. Finally, Andrius unleashed the most powerful and fierce attack in the eighth form. It was also his strongest strike. It was invisible and without a trace. Clusters of light dazzled the eyes, beautiful yet dangerous. Norvin retaliated with the twelfth blade of the Swallow’s Thirteen Blades, which was also his ultimate skill. It was without form and left no mark! The sharp howls pierced the ears, sounding crisp yet deadly. Clang! Bam! Boom! The intense collision of the spear and the sword in mid-air sent sparks flying, and the forceful moves made them both feel the numbness in their palms.

I quickly stood up, muttering a brief apology to her, and faced Annabelle once more. “We can harm but not kill. How fascinating,” Annabelle remarked, producing her cherished twin blades. My eyes widened at the sight. I hadn't expected her to fight me with her blades. "Ready for your doom?" she taunted. She attacked me with her dual blades, forcing me to defend against them. Evading her kicks and blows with those blades proved challenging. As I attempted to parry her attacks, one of the blades grazed my hand, sending a shock of pain through my body. My focus on the pain left me vulnerable to another blade strike, which sliced through my dress and into my arm. I clutched my wounded arm, blood

With each breath, the buzz-cut man and his female companion channeled their full strength, their blades slicing through the air toward Sabertooth with a chilling sharpness and a force that seemed to shake the heavens. However, Sabertooth charged forward instead of back. His Blood Shadow Saber cut through the air, its gleam slicing through the wind with a menacing howl. The air was filled with the sounds of clashing metal, and the ferocious energy from their blades sent shockwaves in every direction. In under five minutes, they had clashed in dozens of exchanges, each marked by the wounds they bore. Sabertooth, in particular, was worse for wear, with deep gashes across his waist and arms.

He is not spitting any fire though, making this situation a bit advantageous to me since these blades don’t split flames like blessed swords. Now I wonder why. His jaws were wide open, displaying its sharp fangs, as its sturdy shell was swiftly flying towards me. I sprinted towards it, planning to face it head on. Before a collision even happens, with the cavity under him, in between its four legs, I trundled with my right arm touching the ground first, and with the other hand, I lifted it up, causing for the blade to make contact with its shell. The screeching sound stung my ears as sparks of flames transpired.

The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm. The charging foes, as well as Rouma, Borracho, Kenru, and Killan, faltered in their advance. My controlled armament hurtled toward the opponents. Spears and blades found their marks, energy-infused daggers and arrows struck true. Blood spurted as warriors were impaled in the head and chest. A deluge of crimson erupted before they crumpled to the ground, lifeless forms resembling shattered puppets. The power of the winter gauntlet...

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.