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I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Against creatures with ropey muscle and exposed tendons, the left blade narrowed into a cleaner, thinner line made for precise cuts at the joints. She moved through the battlefield as though the wind had claimed kinship with her. A tentacled beast struck from her blind side; she bent with the current and let the appendage sweep past her cheek, then severed it in two bright strokes before the creature could recoil. A hulking thing with a skull shaped like a war hammer charged through the gore toward her. Araheen leaped, landed lightly atop its crown, drove one blade down through the ridge between its eyes, then dragged the other along the length of its back until the body split wetly apart.

***** MADDOX I quickly removed the blades and let them slice against my forearms, not wanting to cut my palms and hinder my ability to utilize them properly. A blade had always been one weapon that I was adept at using, which turned out to be in my favor right now. Beauty and I had spent countless hours practicing with these ones specifically so that I could wield them however I needed to for this. I took a moment to focus my breathing, knowing that we would get exactly one chance at ending him and ending this war before even more destruction happened. Beauty was definitely doing a great job of distracting him. Other Demacores were trying to come to his rescue, but strategically shot lightni

The main blade split into three pieces; one flew straight ahead and the two at a slight angle on each side. Aki knew she wasn’t fast enough to stop all three blades. They seemed to fly at her in slow motion as adrenalin surged in her bloodstream. Still, her fingers reflexively switched on the bō staff and started to spin it in front of her like a windmill even as the wood projected out of the handle. To her surprise, all three blades not only deflected but also shattered upon impact. Ironically, it was the blades that looked like wood passing through a buzzsaw.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

Without hesitation, he nodded. Together, we stepped toward the Heart. The Blade of Kings and the Blade of Dawn crossed before the crystal. Silver. Gold. Moonlight. First Light. The four powers flowed together. The Heart pulsed. Once. Twice. Then a brilliant beam of light erupted from its center. The beam shot straight toward Varkor. The ancient beast screamed. Not in pain. In struggle. Dark flames burst from every part of his body as the Blood Flame fought to remain in control. Within the crimson fire...

“Good luck, little author.” She took three precise steps back, returning to her side of the line. The arena responded. The floor under our feet trembled. Cracks traced themselves across the smooth stone, radiating from the center outwards like a spiderweb etched in metal. Panels shifted. Structures began to rise. Blades. They slid up from the ground in gleaming ranks—some fixed, some on swivels, some pendulums hanging from hastily grown archways. Short, waist‑high teeth formed in lines along certain paths. Taller scythe‑blades swung in slow, testing arcs above.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

Natsu landed and saw a large darkish purple beam of light with lightening coming out from it heading towards him. "It's too large to dodge, my only option is to counter it" Natsu thought as held one of his blades like a katana while concentrating and talking a deep breath in, letting the other blade fall as he shouted sever, making a large slash mark head towards the beam. Blood spilled out of the beast left side as the beam destroyed the area creating dust that covered the area.

The blade catches my forearm instead of my back, but it still burns, the silver edge, biting deep, I grab the man’s wrist before he can pull away, twisting and snapping it cleanly as he drops I straighten, breath steady, six down, six still moving Caden is to my left, handling two at once, the way he always fights, no wasted motion, while the others push the flank back toward the tree line We’re winning, we’re about to be... The pain hits before the sound ever does. Not from the front, or from the men still standing. From behind. Something cold and exact drives between my ribs on the left, angled upward. I look down. The hilt of a blade, silver, my own pack’s design.