Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

My blade says enough. The thigh holster straps on tight, and the knives slide into place like they belong there. I check each one by feel, sharp, balanced, and familiar. The pistol goes at my back, compact and unregistered. I take one more blade and slip it into the sheath at my boot. Redundancy saves lives.

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

"Does that mean he can't answer my question either?" "That's right, dear prince, but I will be the only one to answer your question. Only yesterday he became a palace soldier." Dylan nodded and looked at her again. "That's why he doesn't know where to put the sword yet." She knew he was looking into her eyes, but she was just looking at his neck because the prince also has height. "The sword is not placed behind the back; if you notice your fellow soldier, it is placed on their waist and slightly in front. If possible, adjust the holder of your sword because the position is even more dangerous, and if you cannot see it, you should adjust it."

Quivers of arrows, each fletched with black feathers, stood ready beside it. There were more—throwing knives balanced for flight, a battle axe that I rarely used but still kept honed to perfection, and even a small crossbow, compact enough to conceal beneath a cloak. I selected each piece carefully, strapping them to my body. The sword found its place on my back, the dagger at my hip, and the bow and quiver slung across my shoulders. I secured the throwing knives along my belt and slid the crossbow into a leather holster strapped to my thigh.

"Yes. But you can't just walk in and start making accusations. You need to rebuild your presence first, remind everyone who you are. Then you can go after Mouse." Sloane reached into a case beside him and pulled out several items. First, a shoulder holster with a sleek black handgun. "Your usual carry piece. Glock 19, modified trigger, hollow points. You're licensed for it, perfectly legal to carry." I took it, feeling the weight in my hand. It felt familiar in a way that was unsettling—muscle memory I didn't consciously possess guiding my grip. Next came a knife in a leather sheath. "Ka-Bar tactical. You always kept this in a boot sheath. Again, legal to carry, but in the Pit, it sends a me

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

The heraldic crest was unknown to me. The stranger went to the smith and started looking at the swords that were displayed there. He was searching for a specific sword, light weighted. The sword he carried was mix between a saber and a sword. The hilt and the cross-guard were that of a sword-simple but elegant. The blade was curved. Because of its length the stranger carried the sword on his back. "None of them are the one I search," the strange said. "Wait, stranger, I think I have one…" the smith went into the shop, after a few minutes he returned holding a blade in his hand. "I think it is Dwarven made."

He looked proud. "That's it," he said. "That's the look. That's the Hunter." He walked over and handed me a small, velvet-wrapped bundle. "What's this?" I asked, wiping my hands on my pants. "Graduation present," he said. "Open it." I unwrapped the cloth. Inside was a set of hidden holsters. Thigh straps. An ankle sheath. And two beautiful, custom-balanced daggers with handles made of black ash wood. "Silver-coated titanium," Edward explained. "Light enough to carry all day. Sharp enough to cut through bone. They fit under a skirt or jeans. Nobody at law school needs to know you're packing."

If I have to become a killer once again, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. I change into a black long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit and slip into black jeggings with buckles around the thigh and waist. I put on a pair of black athletic sneakers and then tie my hair up into a ponytail. I then walk over to the armoury and prepare to stock up. I grab my usual thigh holsters and strap them around my waist and each thigh. Grab two Beretta 92Fs and load them with mercury-tipped rounds and secure them into my thigh holsters. I then grab my knife holster and strap it to my thigh, select my set of six diamond-shaped daggers and slip them into the holster. Each dagger is made from titanium but with me

“Find a good sheath for me, preferably one with fur.” The sword seller glanced at her, and the dull , short unattractive sword in her hands. He had that sword for years, no one had ever paid the slightest bit of attention to it. Not even the skilled swordsmen. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking she is a woman anyway, she probably took it for decorative purpose which confirmed his guess after she asked for a sheath with fur. “Here you go, 50 USD” He handed her the sword with its hilt wrapped in red fur and the sword sheath was made of leather covered with red and black rhinestones.