Diablo Chop Saw Blade Novels & Stories

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

On it lay an array of blades of all shapes, bolt cutters, scissors, and torturous objects. “Seems you're the lucky one, Pablo,” The darkness in his smirk was evidence he was about to enjoy himself. So was the graveness of his tone, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he selected the bolt cutters. “You know what I'm gonna do with this?” He asked the stupidly brave smiling man.

I said as I stood up again. I walked over to the steel cabinet and opened the doors. I took out my knife roll and placed it on the table where she’d be able to see the display. I took out my favourite Gerber knife and turned it around in my hand. It had a fixed blade, not that I had anything against folded blades, but cleaning it afterwards sucked. In my personal opinion the fixed blade was stronger when separating a joint and getting into those tough spots and cutting through sinew and muscle. The blade wasn’t long but it was sharp and did what I needed it to do.

' they thought. "You got a problem with that?" Alexander watched their puzzled faces, a slight smile on his lips. He set down his wine glass, stepped forward, and picked up the machete Giano dropped. Gripping the handle in his right hand and pinching the blade with his left thumb and forefinger, he began to apply pressure. Creak, creak! The machete, crafted from a tough alloy, contorted and warped in Alexander's grip. It let out a series of loud, metallic groans until, with a resounding 'bang', it burst into a shower of metal fragments.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

" What's going to happen is my sin." "Die you fucking scum!" Magical Blades of wind cut through the air. Chris turned and avoided most of them but two cut into his back. The ones that missed cut deep into the trees around him. The smaller ones were cut down by the attack. 'Damnit I'm rusty!' "This is how a wind blade should be!" He roared in anger. In an instant he gathered the magic needed and threw his hand as if throwing a knife underhand.

Then they realized that she had drawn her sword. The Blade of Bellatrix was as black as the night with dotted whites on it. It consisted of the stars in the constellation of Orion with the star of Bellatrix seemed to be the brightest this time. It has a one-sided sharp edge which made it look like a katana. Chloe began to move into action once again. She cut through the neck of the saber only to find it hard as steel. She quickly twisted her sword so the steeled neck hit the side of the blade. The impact, however, was enough to throw her back.

“It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.” She took back the phone and examined the same image. “Good heavens, you’re right! It’s obsidian— three times sharper than a diamond and 500 to 1,000 times than a surgeon’s steel blade. Scalpels with obsidian blades have a cutting edge of only three nanometers thick and are said to heal with minimal scarring.” “We can only see a bit of it. If this knife is large enough…” I paused. “…it will be the murder weapon. It can cut through bones if its size is perfect,” she finished.

Nora's POV My eyes caught a platter of cut apples, lying on a table by my side. Right beside the platter was a small, sheathed dagger. I narrowed my eyes as curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I laid down the picture frame in my hands, then reached out to pick up the dagger. I pulled the dagger out of its scabbard and turned it in my hands, momentarily awed as it caught the sunlight at almost impossible angles. I immediately knew it was made of dragonblade, one of the strongest steels known to werewolves.

The small blade was extraordinarily sharp and could cut through iron like butter. Caspian swept across the men with his dagger in hand. A single flash of cold steel had cut all of the men's weapons in half. The dozens of tier-three experts had horrified expressions on their faces. They never expected the dagger in Caspian's hands to be so sharp. All the men's weapons were also custom-made by professionals, and yet they didn't even stand a chance before Caspian's divine weapon. "Is this all Charles could muster?" asked Caspian.