Cock Fighting Blades の小説・ストーリー

However, the werewolf man got a knife instead. 'Is he planning to fight me head on? And with a knife? I mean come on. Knives are my forte,’ Brett thought. Right now, the two of them cannot transform into their beast forms as they are many people around the place. But if they will fight in their human forms, Brett has no objections. “I see. It seems you wanted to die in the Alpha’s hands,” Brett said as he got his blades that he bought from Italy. The blades are thin and only three inches long. But although they are short, the blade is so sharp it can cut a beast’s bone. The price is not joke too.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Yes, Blade Lion.” “What does it look like?” “It looks exactly how it sounds Kylie. A lion with blades sprouting out its skin.” … Outside the locker room, the fans were watching the fight on stage in stunned surprise. Although they were seeing what was happening with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe.

I took one of my blades and stabbed him on his right shoulder. Let me let you in on a little secret, my blades are silver and I soaked them with wolfsbane making it harder to heal. “You f*cking b*tch! What did you–” I laughed, cutting him off. I’m sure I sounded like a deranged psycho. He lounged trying to punch me with both arms swinging. Blocking each one I kicked him in the stomach grabbing a hold of his left arm and twisting it. I didn’t let go. He was seething and foaming at the mouth, I b*tched slapped him with my right hand. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t permit you to.” I whispered-yelled. “F*ck you!” he yelled.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

She stood next to Warren and rubbed his shoulders in excitement. The lid opened on noiseless hinges, there lay two odd short swords, “They are based on the La Fa Chaux pistol blades. As It was explained to me, they are wildly impractical as weapons. However, if you shape them out of magic, think of the possibilities, all of its strengths, none of its weaknesses.” Warren examined the blades and smiled, “Plus you can stab things if magic fails.” He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?”

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

"Where is your fire, stray? Where is the feral spark that burned my father’s cloak?" ​Before I can lunge, two of the coastal fighters move with a blinding, predatory speed. They don't use blades; they slam a pair of heavy, antique iron cuffs around my wrists. The metal is lined with a thick layer of refined silver dust and fiber-optic suppression wires that click into place with a sharp, electronic hiss.

Breed shouted down at him. Blade looked furious now, as he stared up at him. “Then will you talk to me?” “Fine, fine. What-the-fuck-ever,” Breed gave in. “But you won’t be able to speak with your fucking jaw wired shut!” Getting up, Blade raised his fists. The two men circled. Breed went in with a jab. Blade easily stepped out of the way. Breed flipped around and watched him. Blade stepped close and gave him a quick left jab.