Double Sword Back Holster 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.

They were walking back to the castle when a shiny blade caught Kate’s eye. “Susanna, look at those,” Kate whispered, gesturing toward the blades. The proprietor stood to the side of the table. Hearing the girls talking, he stepped forward and held a blade out for them to inspect. “This one is pure silver, the handle made out of oak wood, solid and firm,” he said, holding the knife out toward Kate to inspect. Kate took the blade and looked it over. “Do you have any holsters? Something to hide under our clothing so we can carry the blade with us?” Susanna asked, gesturing toward his table.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

One… two… three… As if the city is exhaling with jaws. I’m fully outfitted: plate carrier on suppressed rifle slung over my chest, knife secured on my thigh pistol holstered at my hip and the battered crowbar, from the sandbox battle fastened across my back like a blade. The metal feels warm too warm as though it recalls belonging to something.

I repeated, unsure whether to feel better or worse about how easily she had agreed. She chose a pair of daggers — the newest weapons she had been working with, and her current preference over the sword. She sheathed them on the belt and buckled it around her waist. I strapped the scimitar across my back so I could reach the handle over my shoulder if I needed to.

with a frowning face. “Just do what he said, Tyler. They already saw your face with us,” Jerson insinuated. Jerson kept his gun in a holster that resided under his shirt. The holster is an Axis Elite. All Axis Elite holsters are prune to accept handguns equipped with suppressor-height iron sights and pistol optics, and T1C offers an option for pistols fitted with threaded barrels. For extra concealment, the carrier sits a little further on the inside than the holster itself, diminishing the holster’s overall footprint and reducing the risk of printing. Of course, Jerson got this from the compartment earlier from where he got his gun. “Why would I be targeted when I have nothing to do with yo

I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?" "That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee." I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

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”

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.