Cock Fighting Blades Novels & Stories

My opponent was already in there. "Tonight's the night!," the announcer announced. "Red vs Blade. The two strongest fighters!" Blade. He's the only other strongest fighter apart from me. Obviously, I was trained so I have the upper hand here. A black mask covered his face just how my red one covers mine. His tatted chest was bare. Black shorts hung on his waist. His tattoos covered his upper arms, parts of his chest and his neck.

But I was equally skilled, my instincts guiding my responses as we circled each other, the dust swirling around us. Our blades met in a series of quick exchanges, the sound of metal on metal resonating through the quiet battlefield. The clash of steel was punctuated by grunts and the exertion of effort as we pushed against each other, our determination fueling the intensity of the fight. He launched a flurry of strikes, his movements a whirlwind of precision. I countered, parrying his attacks with calculated precision. With a sudden shift, I feigned an opening, my knife arcing towards him. He evaded with a swift sidestep, his own counterattack coming swiftly.

"Apologies, but those pricks really pissed me off. I just have to take it out on you!" As soon as he finished, he whipped out a pair of blades and swung it at Longram! Longram dodged it by inches, exclaiming in surprise, "Is that the legendary Cumur blade style?!"

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

Only this time, the kits were used for a different purpose. *** "There...there...motherfucker. No need to cry." Rafael jeered. Rolling his shoulders, he cracked his knuckles while he eyed the knives laid out on the table before him. Glad it was his turn. The old fucker was tough. His companion had already taken a good chunk on him yet he had only given them bits and pieces of information. From the corner of his eye, a favorite knife gleamed. Made from volcano glass, so sharp, one would never know he was cut until he was bleeding like a pig.

The two blades of the swords in his hands shook violently like tuning forks. "Holy shit!" Keefe cursed with absolute horror.

“Instead of throwing a punch, I was able to get to her neck. One more millimeter over and she would be dead already.” The bleeding had already stopped, but the fear that was placed in her raged on. All the men nodded in understanding. “For training purposes, I have accessed rubber blades for us to practice with. As Kyle passes them out, we will use these to get used to using fighting with a dagger. I want to see slow movements. Each time the dagger touches your opponent, I want you to freeze, look at your technique, and adjust if needed.” As everyone broke off into their groups, Ethan walked up to me. “I prefer a double bladed sward.”

Striker and Machine are almost even, Blade is 4:1 against Rocky and Phoenix is 15:1 against me. We watch the first couple fights. They’re not particularly interesting. When it’s finally my turn, I take off everything except my shorts and put on my gloves. I start to feel the gentle warmth of adrenaline flowing through my veins, heightening my senses. I stand across from Phoenix, analyzing him. He looks like he’s got a long enough reach so I’ll have to watch out for that.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

“What do you normally use when you fight?” He glanced back at her, golden eyes flickering up and down her form so quickly she didn’t have a chance to react. He had already turned back to the weapons by the time she realized he’d all but ogled her. “We try not to,” he said in a curiously dry voice. “But when it’s inevitable, we use simple blades. Long blades, short blades, either one. You’re right about wood being hard to come by; we don’t use much in the way of spears or javelins or bows and arrows.” “But you can acquire metal easily?”