Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

In other words "JOKER'. I threw my eyes at them, but it seemed to multiply their joy. I ignored them and occupied the empty place beside Orion. He overlooked me as well which I don't care about at all. He was cleaning his sword. This sword was hand forged from carbon steel. The pommel and crossguard are also solid carbon steel with highly polished copper, diamond-shaped inlays. The handle was wood wrapped in leather with a carved eagle in it. When I reached out and tried to touch the sword, Orion gently slapped my hand and prevent me from reaching near it.

And, here I am. "Umm, no, sir. You are staying here. Watch out for the things left here. I will be back before the sun will set, or if I could find something strange and dangerous things to where I am going. And, don't fucking argue because you are not gonna win." I told him sternly, which made his eyebrows meet in opposition. And, when he is about to argue, I pressed the button of the handle of my retractable sword in my hold that made his eyes widen in surprise as the telescopic sword blade extended up to thirty-six inches from twelve. I really love this stuff, and I have complete training with Mylo in using this weapon during my vacations back in England.

"The other girl also has one." Roughly, my wrist become loosened, and the cuffs around me fall slightly, as the guardsman took ahold of my wrist and turned it over. Down the base of my longest vein was the sword itself, with the hilt of the blade stopping right where my palm met the joint. Wrapped around the length of the sword was a chain, acting like it was holding it back. From behind that, were a set of two wings on either side. Colored in pure black.

she said, presenting the sword to me. I stared at this amazing object, and I could feel its power as if it were speaking to me. Its smooth surface and unique, sharp edges were undeniably beautiful and deadly. The sword's hilt was covered by black leather, carefully protecting the one wielding the sword from silver poisoning. To think I was looking at the celestial object… It felt surreal. The King having a weapon made by the Goddess herself sounded amazing, but I didn't think that keeping the sword inside the palace was wise.

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

Dominic said "Yes sir" I answered "please stop calling me that. Look on the back seat you will see a holster, put it on. Do you know how to put it on?" He asked "I might no be in the gang life but I know how to put a holster on my thigh. I'm not that stupid" I said annoyed at the question he asked. Dominic : I never said you were stupid, now look in the glove compartment you see a Glock 17 gold. Attach it to the holster before putting the holster on and please be careful.

With purposeful movements, he donned the protective gear, each piece fitting snugly against his form. Glancing at his collection of weapons, a flicker of nostalgia crossed his mind. "How I wish I still had that emerald sword," he muttered, his gaze fixed on a small room adjacent to his living space. Opening the door, he flicked on the lights, revealing a myriad of weapons adorning the walls. His eyes were drawn to two gleaming swords, separate from the rest. Retrieving them, he carefully placed them in the sword holder on his back.

So he needs to be out first. I stretched my hand to my back and gripped my sword. For the inexperienced eyes, it would look like a big round metal rod that has some symbols on it. In truth, it was a double bladed sword that can be divided into two pieces. It was a family heirloom, my father had left me. I gave the still sheathed sword a few swings and nodded. It has been a while since I used that thing on something else than the Infected, but I guess this would be a good exercise.

Honestly, they could have gone for a mustang, this beat up Mercedes was not the Caroni way but she was a beggar now, not a chooser. It was clean, that was something at least. The second thing she noticed was the compartment in the middle of the back seat. She pulled it open straight away and a fleet of weapons greeted her, guns, knives, daggers, military grade grenades, the works. She didn’t make time to establish all of it, just the Sauer P320 that had a rubber grip that was lined with gold. It stood out like a sparkling beacon. She knew this gun.

With that, he went to a shelf and took out two short swords and two daggers and brought them to Alice on the table for reference. Sitting in a comfortable leather-lined chair, Alice slowly looked over the four dishes that had just been laid out. Alice was attracted to a curved sword about 30 cm long with a hilt covered with black animal skin. She picked it up and immediately felt very firm, not heavy but not too light. The leather was wrapped very carefully and smoothly. There was no feeling of slipping or being easy to slip out of the hand when holding. The sword's hilt was round and compact, and the sheath was matte black with simple diagonal stripes. Alice grabbed the scabbard with her le