Novel & Cerita Druid Slap Battles

“Don’t let them over!” Guild fighters slammed pikes into ladders, pried at hooks with spears, poured boiling oil scavenged from the kitchens down into the enemy ranks. Screams rose, drowned by the drums. Then the beasts came. One vaulted the wall in a single leap, jaws snapping. It hit a Guild soldier mid-scream, ripping him open before anyone moved. Killian turned and cut through its spine with one blow, ichor spraying across the stones like acid. It sizzled where it landed, burning pits into the battlements.

We ran together through the carnage. Thunder rippled above us as the rain fell harder, stinging my eyes and impeding my footfalls on the slickened ground. All around us, wolves from Grandbay and Eastpeak clashed with wolves from Dalesbloom and the insidious Inkscale dragons. Catrina tore into my packmate Philip. Oslo was locked in battle with David. Aislin and Niko savaged Lothair, and even Everett had joined the fray, holding two dragons at bay alongside three Mythguard humans.

Amira's screams of agony filled everyone's ears when her leg flew in the middle of the battlefield. Gluttony cracked his knuckled as he effortlessly avoids the countless arrows coming towards his direction. "Hey, Sloth! Stop slacking off. Isaiah wants to play with you." "Who's slacking off? Me? Hey, Glutton! For your information, I was the the first among the eight of us in this battlefield and warmed up with the seraphims," Sloth said while walking towards an arrow in a lazy manner. Sloth picked it up and then threw it back to Isaiah. He did not bother to avoid it though. Before it hits his face, it turned into golden dust.

“Andrius is arrogant and domineering, thinking he’s above anyone else. He has never respected the ancient martial families. It’s time we confronted him in a decisive battle. I think we should seize this opportunity to eliminate him!” “Killing Andrius will eliminate future troubles forever!” ... All the Sheppard disciples clamored to kill Andrius. “Good!” Damian finalized the decision with a clap. “It’s settled then. In three days, we’ll join forces with the ancient martial families and the Insect Ruler to attack Andrius. Victory is the only option for this battle. There’s no room for defeat!” ... Scenes like that happened everywhere in the ancient martial world. Three days later, at the Swal

If reinforcements didn't arrive soon, a total wipeout was just a matter of time. The scene was completely under Bloodthirsty's control. Benjamin, the guild leader of Bloodthirsty, smiled triumphantly, mocking the helpless lambs. "Daring to oppose Bloodthirsty, this is the outcome. Consider this a small lesson for your insignificant guild. Kill them all, leave none!" Benjamin showed no mercy, ordering a complete slaughter. His subordinates were ruthless, swinging their weapons at the Moon Shadow guild sisters. Seeing the battle with no suspense, Benjamin smirked.

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

Shaken as he was by the raging battle, Sylas grew more confident with each kill he had counted. As the Ravennites struggled to resist the push of their enemies, he found himself locked in combat against another Domineer with as much intention to kill as he did. Using the small shield on his arm, Sylas cried out as he punched his opponent across the face with it and immediately drove his blade through the base of his throat. He hissed through clenched teeth, ignoring the disturbing choking of his victim as he quickly pulled his sword away, letting the Domineer fall dead upon the snow. Sylas pointed his bloody sword down at him. “That’s for my family!” he exclaimed furiously.

The way she licked the blood that brushed her lips wasn't what he would call exciting. What in the world had they done to you, Lylah? Drakora and Sylra were both using spears; the women swung them like gentle, fast, deadly waves with precision, using the fire of torches behind them as a source for the fire balls. Zav was wielding a scimitar, a sharp curved blade he swiftly used against the necks of his enemies. The battlefield was madness. Their men were also dying, but due to the traps and all, they might still have a chance as the number of wolves had reduced.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.