Chainsaw Blade Direction Picture Novels & Stories

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

I took off again just as four blades converged on the spot, slicing clean through the metal platform. I pushed myself harder, leaping through the whirring blades and crashing onto the final platform. Yet, just when I thought all is well, the blades spun faster, doubling in sizes, their sharp edges glinting in the torchlight. Worst part was that, they were lined up in the tight pathway, as if they're some obedient pupils, dangerously approaching me, "Guys, I'm not your teacher..."

SCHWING. It wasn't a flashy display. There were no golden lights or roaring dragons. It was a single, terrifyingly complete arc—the blade leaving the scabbard and completing its stroke in a fraction of a millisecond. Internal energy didn't just flow into the steel; it condensed at the razor-thin edge in the absolute final millimeter of the draw. The atmosphere split. A hairline fracture of displaced air zipped across the dark earth. Ten meters ahead, a clean, silent trench opened in the soil, the edges glowing faintly from sheer kinetic friction.

Turning to look at the other side of the short blade, Gerald saw that there were many more tiny lines and pictures on this side. As he squinted to make sense of the images, to his surprise, the pictures on the blade seemed to be able to communicate with him! The moment his gaze fell upon a small, black figure, it instantly became animated and began repeatedly performing a few movements. “…Could Christopher have awakened a dormant power within Dawnbreaker when he touched it earlier…? Regardless, based on the figures’ actions, it seems to be showing me the proper way to use the short blade!” Understanding that, Gerald began seriously observing the animate figure’s actions. After repeatedly wat

It slowly eats Vince's body on its trunk! She can feel the heaviness of her chest. Her eyes were even dropping down those single tears that came from her left eye. She manipulated her weapon and made it as a large blade, and without further hesitation, she threw the circular blade towards those branches. Fortunately, it works! Those branches were cut off in a single attack from her!

Her posture again poised in order to shift out of the way of his attacks, Chiri ignored the familiarity of the comment. “I could say the same of you.” She said, her mouth twitching slightly as she gave her reply, she watched as the man straightened back up again. Flicking the knife in his hand back towards her, it gleamed threateningly in the space between them before it was thrust in her direction. The whistle of the edge of its blade traveling through the air beside Chiri as she slid out of its way, it was soon followed by a shrill screech.

Varga’s executioner’s axe came up in a brutal, vertical counter-strike. The silver edge of the heavy axe struck the underbelly of Brandon’s pneumatic saber exactly where the brass pressure tube met the steel hilt. The collision was cataclysmic. The silver blade sheared through the imperial brass like soft lard, rupturing the pressurized piston chamber. A violent blast of compressed air and hydraulic oil erupted outward, shattering the steel blade into a dozen jagged fragments and blowing the gauntlet off Brandon’s right hand in a spray of dark blood.

The clang that their swords made was deafening and rattled both blades. In a fluid, complete circle, Captain Fang immediately swung his blade around his head in a counter-attack. Sasha was reduced to blocking and, as the Slayer dropped, the captain launched himself into a series of downwards slashes that synced with the rotation of his entire body. Their positions were reversed: the captain on top and Sasha defending as he fell backwards. Their blades cut cleanly through the poles braced with wire, as though they were falling inside an opening in a bamboo thicket. The entire windpump folded like a palace of cards in time to their descent and slices of bamboo rained everywhere around them.