Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

He was so focused on the glowing sword. Leonard brings out his Alcohol container and takes a sip from it to at least calm his trembling body. Rio went to the stone stairs and reached the landing area at the top. The sword was surely made of silver with a gold and brass handle. This is definitely the sword Pamungkas was talking about. Rio firstly creates a mind-link with Deadrei and said to her, “I am coming for you my love, just wait a little more." Deadrei hears him but the mind link was not strong enough so she was not able to reply to him.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

I blankly stared at the corpse for a second before manifesting four black arrows from the void and, Spurt! I jabbed each arrow into his body, making sure each of them landed exactly where my scythe had pierced the heretic. Then raising the blessed sword in the air, I forced it towards the center of his chest where the hole was visible. A tearing of flesh could be heard. And warm sticky blood splattered on my hands and face.

She might not be able to pierce their plate mail, but only chainmail hoods protected their heads. As she stood facing the approaching horses, a curious kind of calm overtook her. She knew she was going to die, but she wasn't going down without a fight. After a few precious moments of aiming, Ale let her arrow fly. It struck true, and the soldier fell backward off the horse, dead before he hit the ground.

Back in my world, only bows, katanas, and guns were used. I jumped when I felt someone is going to stab me in the back. I faced him and then punched him before taking the sword and knocking him down. I didn't kill him, I just put him to sleep. I kicked the man who was coming to me and then put him to sleep.

For a heartbeat, it was like the world stilled. “You came,” he breathed. She pushed past the league of shadows, everyone of them going down as she went forward. Reaching Thane, she knelt beside him. “You can't die now. You can't.” She said, her hand reaching for his wound. Thane coughed. “Not today. I just need a little time for the wound to heal. The arrow was poisoned.” “Shit!” Mira exclaimed. She rose to her feet, striking an enemy soldier on his chest. Blood splattered, and the loud hiss of another shadow as it dissipated into the air.

A deafening boom rent the air. “Good-bye, my love,” Sarah spat, and I let out a groan of pain from the arrow lodged deep in my chest. I watched as she reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out her sword. Then in one swift move, she cleanly dug her blade into my chest. My vision began to go black. But as I struggled to stay awake, I heard a woman screaming. I felt a warmth, the warmth of the sacred flame as it ravaged our enemies. I saw a figure draped in fire.

I realized all too late that it was an enormous, widened sword. "ROZA," I shouted with every ounce of air I had left in my lungs, but the Strigoi was too fast. Before she could turn around his hands came down and one swift motion, slicing through her armor and down her back. Blood immediately poured from the fatal wound and Rose sunk to her knees, her body swaying slightly before her chest hit the ground. I screamed her name over and over as the Strigoi's hands came up again, begging her to get up. But this time his hands never came down. An arrow suddenly sunk directly between his eyes and the Strigoi fell back with a yelp.

In the distance, Draco notches three arrows and lets loose all of them. Without letting up, david continues to release arrow by arrow. The Draco roars in desperation as it gets pelted by the sharp points of each arrow. Unlike Elizabeth who had to take time with each arrow, David didn’t need to wait. He was already good with the bow. He just never had a reason to use it. Unleashing a single arrow, the Draco feels its neck get pierced once then an arrow strikes the same spot, splitting the shaft in half but embedding a 2nd arrowhead deep into the Draco’s body.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.