Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.

It was heavier than I could ever have imagined. I always thought a sword was a light weapon when I saw the way people wielded it in a movie, but this one proved me wrong. It was so heavy that I had to hold it with my two hands. Nonetheless, I knew it was the best weapon, especially when facing a ferocious beast like this. The sword was made from silk, and it had a sharp blade that gleamed in the sun. I squatted down again and picked up two short knives, placing them behind my waist as a backup.

Of course, I didn’t want him to catch me staring. I also caught sight of a large backpack strapped securely on his back. Hanging from the weapon belt on his waist were two different types of swords, their distinct blade shapes giving away their intended use. “Is your training ground far from here?” I asked. “Yeah. We’ll walk to get there, if that’s okay with you,” he responded in his usual formal tone. “I’m good with walking,” I replied right away. We left the main hideout and walked into the open trail. “Are you still using the healing cream for your scars?”

Various straps and holsters adorned his chest, arms, and legs, housing differently shaped knives. One knife in particular caught my eye as he slipped it into a holster on his chest. It had an ornate silver handle inlaid with a dark ruby the color of fresh blood, and when Alexander moved, it caught the light. “Are you certain you can handle giving them a tour?” Alexander suddenly asked, low enough so only I could hear. “We can save it for when I return instead.” I snapped out of my reverie and shook my head. “I’m not an invalid, you know. I can handle giving the Board a simple tour.”

I wonder why I didn't pick up his scent when I first entered the library. From his appearance he looked like he meant business. He seems like he's seen better days though. His clothes were torn in quite a few places, his shirt being the worst ripped open, revealing pale white skin underneath with his six pack torso, his chest was covered in bites and scratches. His brown hazel hair was matted with dark blackish red blood and leaves. He has a holster carrying two Katonah swords, slinged over his shoulder and back, with a medium size silver plated hunting knife tucked in his left boot.

“Look at this man, not even a single respect for elders.” “Oh, come on! Loosen up. Thank you for these, damn! Look at these shining diamonds.” He said, holding already the red shining sword. Its hilt is amazingly designed with black and red color and just above it is the red fire diamond placed in the middle. The blade looks very sharp.

Years of dealing with individuals had polished his capacity to make snap judgements based only on appearances. "We'd like to purchase two swords." His previously sluggish countenance lighted up again at those words, and he was ready for business. "What kind of sword do you want?" I paused for a moment, unable to come up with an answer. I wasn't exactly a swordsman. "A double-edged sword is light with a thin blade, and the handle and sheath must be light as well." "Hmm, more specific than I expected, but I believe we have some that meet the criteria." Reto unlocked the door behind him, which led to what appeared to be a storehouse. The merchant took a long time to return with two swords in a

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .