Novel & Cerita Deathstroke Sword Arrow

Celeste His sword dipped. Only by an inch. It was enough. I rolled toward my fallen weapon, fingers scraping across the hilt. Steel kissed my palm. I came up swinging. He barely managed to intercept the strike. The impact drove him back two steps. His injured shoulder sagged. The arrow protruded through the joint, the shaft trembling with every movement. Whoever had fired it knew exactly where to aim. Not to kill. To break his rhythm. Rage flashed across his face.

A sharp whistle cut through the chaos. I turned my head just in time to see it, a silver arrow slicing through the air, its tip glowing faintly with wolfsbane. “Princess!” Kaius’s warning came too late. He threw himself in front of me, the arrow embedding deep into his chest with a sickening slash. He crashed on the floor, a low growl escaping him, as blood oozed beneath his fur. I stood frozen for a split second, and then a guttural howl left my throat

"Or, I can give you a quick death right now, dive a dagger to your chest while no one's looking, hopefully you got a heart in there I can fatally wound. You can then join your friends in the fae afterlife, or wherever it is that your souls go when you die. But for that you will need to answer my questions. "Where you found that bow, were there artifacts in there? Any other ancient weapons of any kind? I'm looking for something in particular, a short sword about yay long..." As Minos spread his arms to motion the length of the sword, the drow lurched her head forward snarling at him, surprising both him and the kids gathered behind him.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

A longsword from a weapon rack not far away unsheathed and flew into his hand. The movement was so smooth, he looked very cool. There was a coldness on the sword as he held it. Everyone who could sense the chill from the sword subconsciously shuddered. "A good sword," Harvey praised. "Unfortunately, it had a bad user." Shingen almost couldn't control his breathing after hearing Harvey's words. He pointed the sword at Harvey. "This sword is 50 inches long, forged from Arctic Steel. It has poison… Anyone it slashes will die! Take this!"

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.

Most importantly, why did Dwayne sound so worried and frustrated? “My lord, she is in a very critical state, I promise to you that I am doing my best here. The arrow that pierced through her skin was made of ash wood and wolfsbane”, the doctor explained to him, making me confused down to the spirit. I was shot with an arrow? Made of ash wood and wolfsbane? That could kill any wolf instantly, they were the most dangerous substances to be mixed together, wolfsbane alone could do a minor damage, but with ash wood, death was almost inevitable.

"We’ll see, Alex. We’ll see." For a brief moment, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath. I raised my sword, determined to lead my men into a counterattack. "Archers, fire at will!" I bellowed. In unison, my archers released their arrows, each silver-tipped projectile a precise bolt of retribution. I watched as one arrow, streaking through the smoky air, found its mark. It pierced the chest of one of Stella’s soldiers, a large, imposing werewolf with a savage snarl and he fell with a terrible thud.

"Finally, I have the woman who thinks she can give Kai a successor." "I won't let you lay hands on her, Dexter," I growled, feeling sharp pains in my chest, then I realized that the arrow was laced with wolfsbane. "Of course, I will." He said confidently and raised his bow, aiming toward Corey who was some meters away from me. There was no way she could survive it knowing that she had poor reflexes, so I did the only thing that my mind asked me to do. He fired and then I jumped on Corey, shielding her with my body as I felt an arrow pierce my back and the silver tip plunging through my stomach.

As they got to the barrier, about to make their way out of the cold moon valley, Darkness smelled something strange, it smelled like death itself. Then the sound of an arrow reached his ear, he had no time to react, the way the arrow was positioned, if he dodged, Vanilla would be shot in her head, if he didn't, his shoulder would be shot. However, his shadows still shielded them, he took his chance and enhanced the shadows power, however, the arrow pierced right through them and make it's way straight for them. Darkness made his choice, he didn't move, the arrow pierced his left shoulder, it stayed stuck there for a while, then it dispersed into smoke, and the smoke entered his body.