Romans & histoires Eye For An Eye Blind Swordsman

Sean reacted quickly, but his eyes were still slashed. "Argh!" He yelled in pain as blood gushed from his handsome face. Vivian was about to stab me next, but Michael pinned her to the ground. I called the police and the ambulance. Sean was taken to the hospital. His eyes were severely injured, but he sought treatment in time, so there was hope for him to regain his sight. As for when he could regain his sight—it would all depend on my previous medical publication.

A white light danced in his eyes like a playful spirit. He watched as the sword energy descended. At that moment, the lightning fast strike seemed to slow down exponentially in his eyes. He could even clearly see the trajectory of the sword energy as well as the air displaced by its descent. Sean gently raised his hand. To everyone's astonishment, he then caught the sword energy with his bare hands. "What?" Everyone's eyes widened in shock as they exclaimed in disbelief. Amidst their amazement, Sean lightly pinched the sword energy in his hand, effortlessly shattering it in an instant.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

Sweat from my face, trickled down to the opening, increasing the pain by a kilowatt. "Damn you, Ludovic! Face me like a man!" I yelled out of frustration. How could I fight a person I couldn't see? That was the height of it! Then I remembered father's lessons. Father had once trained me to fight with a blindfold around my eyes. He had said to me that a good warrior must be able to take down his enemy with or without his sight impaired. 'Feel your surroundings with your feet,' I could remember the sound of father's voice as if he were present with me, repeating the lessons to me. 'Let your ears be attentive to the movement of your enemy, and obey the instructions of the wind.'

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

In their eyes, Sarah's attack was naturally extremely powerful. However, in Lucas' eyes, this kind of attack was too weak and pitiful. Just as the Snow Dragon formed from spiritual energy was about to strike Lucas' body, Lucas activated his Mind's Eye! A beam of light shot out from his eyes!

This time, he is the one who is blind! K Whatever picked up the sharp wood they slice his leg making him fall to the ground! With Baruk’s hands on the ground, K Whatever opened her slightly healed eyes and instantly stake the sharp wood on his right eye! Making him scream this time! Baruk sways his hand but couldn’t hit a single child! With blurry vision, K Whatever evaded his attacks again. She runs to his back and slit his nape! She wasn’t done yet, before he could scream, she grabbed his hair and stake the sharp wood on the left eye instead! Losing both of his eyes!

Face to face with it. “Sword Dance of the Moon!” I shouted as I activated another technique from the Sacred Moon Arts. Dozens of shimmering sword intents materialized around me. They danced through the air like silver moonlight before raining toward the beast. My target… Its eyes. Every creature possessed a weakness. And for most beasts… Their eyes were among the most vulnerable. The giant instinctively raised both massive arms to shield its face. Many sword intents crashed against its thick forearms. Yet… Several slipped through the gaps.

Dazed, he saw the cold eyes overhead staring down at him. The plank almost dropped from his hand as he looked upon it, the leathery flesh stretched over bulging and powerful muscles that would be impervious to any blow from a piece of wood. Even the sword had not made a dent, the soldier only needed for strength. But he had little option, and brought the bludgeon down on the reaching fingers, shattering bone with sheer concussive force. The hand drew back, the digits hanging by a thin strip of skin, with a roar that shook the foundations before the renewed attack with the other.