Dual Blade Maplestory Novels & Stories

“Triple Slash!” “Spring Thunder!” “Quintuple Slash!” “Full Bloom!” Once again, Kenzo brought out his strongest move as the blades in his hands danced around Tyr menacingly. As they merged into one and came slashing down on Tyr, he felt a sense of dread momentarily. In reply, the three blades he was holding started moving. Triple Slash, Quintuple Slash, and Septuple Slash all came together and broke Kenzo’s Full Bloom assault. “Dance of a Thousand Years!” Tyr roared.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

I refuse to be a pawn in Mercer's grand game; I refuse to let the syndicate dictate the fate of the Crescent Moon Dominion while I stand idly by. Daryl stumbles backward from a crushing blow, his guard momentarily broken as Mercer's heavy halberd slams against his broadsword with enough force to crack the stone flagstones beneath his boots. Mercer presses his advantage, raising his glowing weapon for a fatal overhead strike that threatens to end the duel once and for all.

He couldn’t let that happen. “Dual blades: Singular Thrusts: Hundre–“ Quinn caught the blade in his hand, just before the attack was unleashed. His copy frowned. “I was sure I knocked you out with that one.”, He said, jumping away. Quinn’s eyes were still closed when he stood back up, and the copy wasted no time in attacking him. “Try dodging this!” he said, as a hundred after images attacked him at once, each performing Multiple Singular Thrusts. Quinn opened his eyes, an a wave of energy exploded from him. The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe.

Twilight asked. “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza is working with Corona and the same goes with the Mane 5” I said Twilight was furious “you knew this happened?” Twilight asked me. “Yes Twilight but don’t worry I can deal with these bitches” I said I closed my eyes and began to channel my powers “looks like Arnold just given up!” said Rainbow Dash then my swipe my arms and two different keyblades appeared on my hands the Mane 5 and Princess Cadence were amazed what the…” said Applejack the keyblade on my left hand, the blade was made out of Dharkon’s Purple Flames while the handle is made of Dharkon’s Vines. The keyblade I was holding on my right hand it’s blade was made out of Galeem’s Gold Flames

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

But his robes almost made me laugh out loud. He reminded me of the asshole Elders in the dungeons at Silverpine, attempting to be and do things they weren’t really capable of doing, but they pretended they could. “Hi, you must be Timergen. Pleasure to meet you.” I grasped his hand in a firm shake, forcing his limp fingers to respond in kind. Limp handshakes were a clear indicator of a limp personality in my opinion. “I’m Soraya Halvorn, mate to Gabriel and Luna to the Coralridge Pack.”