Battling Blades Review Novels & Stories

He was quick, but the Dharmic Cutter was positively a horror on its own! Lance narrowed his eyes from the tremendous pressure but leaped forward fearlessly! He had returned from Imperium, after all, and it filled him with a sense of superiority! Clang! As spear and sword collided, Lance managed to parry Caleb's Dharmic Cutter, but had nowhere to maneuver when the twelve flying swords were cutting him off completely! Whoosh! Lance was shocked by the eerie hum of the airblades, but his six spears also shot out… only to be shredded by the flying swords!

Against creatures with ropey muscle and exposed tendons, the left blade narrowed into a cleaner, thinner line made for precise cuts at the joints. She moved through the battlefield as though the wind had claimed kinship with her. A tentacled beast struck from her blind side; she bent with the current and let the appendage sweep past her cheek, then severed it in two bright strokes before the creature could recoil. A hulking thing with a skull shaped like a war hammer charged through the gore toward her. Araheen leaped, landed lightly atop its crown, drove one blade down through the ridge between its eyes, then dragged the other along the length of its back until the body split wetly apart.

The blade appeared—sleek, glowing, alive in her hands. “BOOMERANG!” She flung it. FWWWWSSH! The blade spun through the air like death incarnate. THUNK! A head flew. SHNK! A guard fell in half. WHAM!—a leg here, an arm there. The blade carved carnage into the steps. Blood splattered, mixing with ash. Thud. Splat. Crack. She called the blade back. Whiiiiing—CLAP! It landed in her grip, humming.

she asked. He grunted. “They are adequate, Veniah.” The Alva’himar raised an eyebrow. “Adequate, Gerth? You should appreciate the gift you are being granted. These blades are far superior to those crude things your people have mucked around with for so long. Not to mention that they have been infused with spells that will enhance their strength and lethality.”

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.

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.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

But I also kept blades. Military-grade. Balanced. Razor-edged and perfectly familiar in my grip. I picked my favorite, a matte steel tactical knife with a tanto tip, and tested the weight in my hand. Then slipped the Beretta behind my back, snug in the waistband. I prefer not to make a noise, so blades were my main weapon. Although, I had to get personal with my opponents. The house was quiet despite the incoming attacks. Even the ocean outside had dulled to a distant hush, as if giving a space for whatever this was to unfold uninterrupted.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.