Danmachi: Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

She is the only one I know who could make such an accurate shot with such a narrow gap. "Get me the lycan king, bring me Osric!" I hear Dagon order, Ruby and I both growl and press ourselves forward into the fray. "You won't touch him." I grab the first warrior by the throat and hold my sword to his face. He smirks, while punching me in the ribs, I barely flinch as I throw him down, swinging my sword, cutting across his shoulder and chest when he backs away.

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In fact, it is Uwal who brought her here, riding a Tidus. ### Dame could not sleep, in the middle of the night he got up and took his equipment. There are swords, trenches and archery. He wore a lion skin jacket that he had tanned. Dame who can't sleep peacefully because she thinks about Randu with that man. if Ombro doesn't want to help him… it looks like he'll have to move on his own. 'What if she's forced into that guy? deprived of her chastity? many times? If not me… then who else will save her?'

He didn’t listen. “I said let her go.” His rage was blinding. This wouldn’t be settled with words. Not tonight. He charged at me, teeth bared like an animal. We fought—vicious, primal. The walls shook. My strength matched his, but mine was sharpened by purpose. I pinned him at last, his breath ragged in my grip. “One soul will be reaped tonight,” I whispered coldly. I looked over to the girl. “But it won’t be hers.”

Its power was comparable to that of a three-apertured Martial Emperor. Ding Hao jumped up and went straight to the lethal blade. With a gentle wave of the rusted sword and the magic saber in his hands, he sent endless saber radiance and sword light out. Clash! Clash! Clash! Sparks flew all over the place against the sound of the collision. The giant demonic blade seemed to be real. It was hit by the saber radiance and sword light, causing sparks to fly in all directions. Under thousands of collisions per second, the magic blade began to tremble slightly, and the downward attack finally slowed down a little.

Meanwhile Damon was on the balcony tray, outside the sitting room staring at the beautiful night sky in thoughts. The past Location: Hell “For the Dark Lord!" A great war cry echoed throughout the empty, verse space and the multitude of soldiers charged against their enemies who charged back at them. Swords clashed against swords in a loud song of metals and blades. Body upon body kept dropping to the floor, painting the already reddish soul red. “Ahhhh!" Damon gave a warrior's shout as he sliced through flesh and bone with two long swords so swiftly and fast that the sound could be heard but his hands movement unseen to the eyes.

He walked toward an old soldier he recognized, one of the few who had survived the recent war with the Ouroboros. “My Lord,” the old male bowed. “Well, I’ve been wondering,” Damaris crossed his arms. “You know... about the recent war. Lately, I’ve heard there are some silver-haired ones lurking in the Moon Realm. Didn’t you say they were all killed?” A Lycan soldier stepped in. “Yes, my Lord. Every last one of them.” “I wasn’t speaking to you,” Damaris snapped at him, then turned back to the old male. “Go on. Explain while I listen to your heartbeat. Did you really end every Ouroboros? Did you really win that war?”

“I really don’t like this.” Damon appears at my side again, breathing hard, eyes sharp. He hands me a sword while I stare at it in disbelief. Where did he even get this from? I've only seen one when I snuck into the room of artifacts. “For emergencies,” he says. I look at it, then at him. “You realize I’m terrible with knives.” “Pointy end toward the enemy,” he says. “You’ll do great.” That almost makes me laugh. Almost. A scream tears through the air. I spin just in time to see a wolf go down, struck by a cursed spear. Without thinking, I rush forward, skidding to my knees beside it.

Lightening fast, he twirled her around, and drew her in for a quick kiss,”Time to play our little game,” he growled in her ear. She stepped back from him, somewhat rattled,” Did you just growl?” “A little,” Drago admitted, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a beautiful woman in my arms,” “But, but,” she tried to get the words out, but she was too addled from his kiss, and the low growl he emitted. “Don’t worry, little girlfriend, I won’t eat you, yet,” His green eyes flashed a hint of amber. At this time, Madchen realized she was in trouble, or she was crazy, maybe a little of both.

Teacher Sora said from the bench. "Or the one you think would suit your element," the other teacher said. "I advise the wind elemers to use bow. But it's still up to you," the Minister chimed in. The participants put that into consideration. The weapons of choice were sword, spear, and bow. Torfo was the first to pick, he picked a sword immediately. Then Raka, who also picked a sword after checking the weapons. The majority of them chose sword. Mac and Ugi chose spear, and Darrion and Oki chose bow. Jai was the last one.