Cock Fighting Blades Novels & Stories

“What a powerful technique. His attack is indeed stronger than before!” Lana’s expression darkened when she saw this. “Go help the others. If you can, kill the head. He won’t be able to control your comrade that way!” Fane’s expression also turned solemn when he saw the air blade. He flipped his palm and took out his own sword. Then he whipped his own air blade toward Fernando. Bam! A resounding crash rang out. The two pressurized wind blades clashed, and blinding light went up in a flash. Everyone shut their eyes on reflex.

New villain plan: - rush me. It was two 1.2m/4ft double edged blades versus two tomahawks. Unlike earlier skirmishes against less skilled foes, these two had perfected their teamwork. They were fighting me, keeping an eye out for Miyako (vis-a-vis the snipers) and they utilized their individually superior fighting skills to preclude anything but a desperation defense on my part.

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.

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.

“My turn… it can’t be that difficult, right?” He gripped the blades side, much like I had done previously, in fact he was basically copying every move I had made, right down to his stance. He threw it hard and I watched as the knife spun through the air and hit the target with a thump. The weapon then clattered to the grassy ground pathetically and I large snigger left my lips, due to how cocky Clarke had actually been.

She found that her focused practice with her offhand helped her coordinate her arms together. “Do I change my stance or anything?” she asked. “Your footwork is impeccable, don’t change a thing there,” replied Talyss, “Remember what I told you - about this style being truly great against multiple opponents? Well, this is why. Wielding two blades is referred to as the Cyclone Stance, and it was used to break enemy lines during warfare. “Perform your dances as normal… However, maintain a constant attack flow. If one blade is parrying, the other must be attacking. The only times you’re allowed to strike with both are after a riposte, or as a counter. And even then, resist the temptation.”

Each blow pushed Fredrick back, step by desperate step. "You've really pushed yourself to the limit!" Fredrick stumbled backward, astonishment and fear etched across his face. His sharp blades were no match for Alexander's iron-like fists, a testament to his formidable physical prowess. The fight was futile, and victory was out of reach. "Just the Corporeal Extremes," responded Alexander icily, his attack intensifying, each strike more lethal than the last. Fredrick quickly accumulated a series of deep cuts and bruises, the damage severe. "This is it, I'm going all out—Whirlwind Slash!" Fredrick's voice took on a steely edge as he positioned his blades defensively, channeling all his energy

The workshop resonated with the rhythmic clinks of metal, as Elliot poured his heart and soul into his craft. As the days turned into weeks, Elliot's workshop transformed into a sanctuary of blades. Knives of various shapes and sizes adorned the walls, a testament to his unwavering dedication. The gleaming steel reflected his commitment to the pack's defense, ensuring that each member would be equipped with a weapon tailored to their individual needs.

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

I nicked it a bit, the tiniest bit of blood dropping as precum pooled at his tip. “Don’t fucking move,” I warned, seeing the fear in his eyes. I let the blade dangle back against his rim, folding his legs slightly to the side before grabbing onto his cock, wrapping my fingers around the underside of his dick. He shook, heart racing and thumping so damn loud I could fucking hear it. I squeezed his cock so damn hard he cried, shaking in my grasp, more cum drooling from his tip. I smacked the blade against his ass. Kneeling between his thighs, I kicked his legs apart, the handle of the blade nudging against his rim.