Chainsaw Blade Direction Picture Novels & Stories

Whoosh! An attack from the blade sliced through the air, cutting through everything in its way, like autumn winds ravaging fallen leaves. “This…” Max Cheever, who followed right behind, froze on the spot. Even Beggar King was shocked, speechless. Boom! After the horizontal slash, the glint disappeared, and a loud boom was heard. A row of a dozen trees was cut cleanly off the middle of the trunk by Tyr. The trees collapsed to the horror of the onlookers.

His companions backed off. "Reveal," I said. I flicked my hands out, summoning the blade from beneath my skin. My two daggers shot up my hip, down my arms, and slid into solid form in my hands. I jerked my left hand out to the side, and the Aurora Sword lengthened. I sliced it out in front of me in a quick motion. The chains cut in half, spinning off. They caught one man behind in the face.

I took the stance and swung the blade down, while I twisted my waist through the side. Keeping the blade on the ground, swinging it in an arc so the blade slices instead of chop. "Hhhhh!" the heretic groaned in pain as his right arm was sliced, a big drop of blood was coming out from the cut. I didn't give him a time to recover and proceed forward. I gripped the handle on my left, a dark glow flowed out and covered the whole hook. I swing it upward, and the air and ground split apart. A dark shadow blade came out from the cracked ground and appeared under the heretics feet. He jumped away before it could hit him, and turned his body on the side to avoid the incoming attack from Zen's blade.

All he could do now was sit and wait for Kirou to finish the assembly. Like that, another ten minutes passed. When Kirou's hands finally stopped moving, assembled on the table were two unique shaped bladed weapons. If any martial art fanatic from the real world was present, they would recognize that the assembled weapons looked similar to single bladed tonfas. The difference was that barrel holding the blades was a bit wider and more reinforced.

I held the pull against the blade's insistence, breathed and let him be right, because he was right, because drawing the blade in sight of the compound was the single most visible thing I could do and visible was still the enemy even when every instinct I had was screaming to move faster. We crossed the compound's outer perimeter. The tree line received us. The moment we were inside it I had the blade in my hand and the pulse running up my arm in the specific frequency that had been sharpening since the chamber at Ironclaw — it was not uncontrolled, not the overwhelming surge that Sera had described, but directed. Awake. The blade, the bloodline and the person carrying both of them operating

Crunch. Rows of deep bite marks appeared instantly on the saber. The creature scrambled up the blade, gnawing its way toward Hayley's hand. Hayley tightened her grip and violently twisted her wrist, spinning herself and the child zombie around in midair several times. Shing! With a sharp flick, the saber vibrated like crashing waves. The ringing blade echoed through the silent hospital hall like a dragon's roar. The shockwave blasted the child zombie away. Before it could recover, the saber fell from above and stabbed straight through its forehead.

He had always favored this type of sword. The hair, once calm, began to billow again, and it swiftly surged toward me. I tightened my grip on the cutlass' hilt, bracing for the assault. The weight shifted to my stance, and every muscle in my arms tensed, readying to execute a formidable blade defense. The hair strands, thick and looming, advanced. I swallowed hard, awaiting their attack. Just as the thick tendrils seemed about to pierce me, I swiftly shifted my stance, angling my swords diagonally downward.

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

The front of the blade was as equally sharp. The machete did not have a hilt, as it was one solid piece. The only transition was that the tang of the blade was instantly turned into a handle. It only had one nock in it and it was right before the transition, on the same side of the blade. The nock was about the size of an index finger’s first knuckle, triangular in shape. Even though it was with out a hilt that nock had saved his life a few times, for no matter what was parried, the nock would catch it.

The man nodded, agreeing that Empress Rengganis' position was correct. "Turn backwards slowly from left to right, throwing it slightly upwards before swinging forward." Khandra said while giving an example. Rengganis nodded her head to Khandra's movements. "Ah, alright. Like this?" asked Rengganis again turning the hand to the example, then ending the sword swinging from top to bottom pointing forward.