Novel & Cerita Flamingo 5 Blade Razor

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

Clang— The gleaming white blade clattered to the ground, accompanied by a splash of crimson. Leif’s hand, sliced open by the blade, was now fully exposed before Raina. The blade had been razor-sharp, and he had grabbed it barehanded. Keegan had struck with full force, showing no mercy. As a result, the gash across Leif’s palm was deep—flesh torn and bleeding profusely. Once the blade was removed, blood poured freely from the wound.

The five people came back to their senses and were prepared to retaliate when a figure flashed before their eyes! The woman swiftly passed through the five people like black lightning. The curved blade directly pierced through their necks, chests, arms, waists, and abdomen! Then, she stood behind the five people gallantly with the scimitar in her hand spinning between her fingers. Swishing it twice, she then inserted it into the scabbard on her waist! The actions were performed in one go, the movements smooth and fluid. It was full of artistic beauty. Thud! The five people all knelt with their hands on their necks, falling into a pool of blood!

It was a cathartic process, a ritual of transformation. Henry applied a layer of rich, aromatic shaving cream to his face, the scent mingling with the steam that filled the air. With practiced precision, he brought the razor to his cheek, the blade gliding effortlessly across his skin, leaving behind a trail of smoothness. Each stroke was deliberate, a meticulous dance between the sharp steel and the contours of his face.

Class E. Trauma bandages [Effective treatment and recovery of injuries after bandaging, and some bone injury recovery. Can be used together with rapid hemostatic spray and bone therapy spray. Class E.] Steel Knife with increased damage [A sharp steel knife with a total length of 85 cm. Steel Knife with special effects: Increased damage. Causes enemies to bleed and wounds to heal slowly.

I loved the sensation of my fingers tracing the outlines of his powerful muscles, feeling his firm, taut flesh as my soapy hands glided over him. Once I was finished, he rummaged around in his shaving kit and pulled out a razor, one of those snap-on kinds with the five safety blades and a can of fancy shaving cream with French on the label. “Do you mind?” He asked while lathering up his face. “No.” I was curious to watch him. But then he cocked an eyebrow at me. “I want you to do it.” “You want me to give you a shave?” I asked, surprised. He nodded.

This was definitely a weapon that required great skill to use defensively. The blade itself was a single-edged blade with a wicked curve, which was somewhere between a katana and a scimitar. The length was roughly 40 centimeters, but incredibly thin - perhaps only half a centimeter at its thickest. Although it was 5 centimeters wide at the guard, it tapered down to a point as it reached the tip.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

The blade appeared—sleek, glowing, alive in her hands. “BOOMERANG!” She flung it. FWWWWSSH! The blade spun through the air like death incarnate. THUNK! A head flew. SHNK! A guard fell in half. WHAM!—a leg here, an arm there. The blade carved carnage into the steps. Blood splattered, mixing with ash. Thud. Splat. Crack. She called the blade back. Whiiiiing—CLAP! It landed in her grip, humming.