Romans & histoires Greatsword Poses

The double-handed greatsword did not hiss through the air; its thick, fuller-grooved steel tore a heavy, concussive wake through the ozone, a low thrum-thrum-thrum that threatened to split the eardrums before the blade even connected. General Kaelen’s descent was a dark, calculated mass of black iron plates, his massive cuirass blotting out the golden glare of the liquid brass-aether moat. With every fraction of a second he hung in the air, the magnetic pull of the central lodestone anvil seemed to accelerate his velocity, turning his downward execution arc into an inescapable mountain of falling steel.

The man nodded, agreeing that Empress Rengganis' position was correct. "Turn backwards slowly from left to right, throwing it slightly upwards before swinging forward." Khandra said while giving an example. Rengganis nodded her head to Khandra's movements. "Ah, alright. Like this?" asked Rengganis again turning the hand to the example, then ending the sword swinging from top to bottom pointing forward.

"I’ll be a lot better. Thank you." Afterward, Adro took the lightest wooden sword and led Grace to the garden near the training field. "Hold the sword handle like this," Adro said, standing behind Grace and wrapping her hands with his large ones. "Align both of your wrists so you can move the sword flexibly." "M'm," Grace nodded. However, Adro's voice right next to her ear, for some reason, made her cheeks warm. "I didn't know you were interested in wielding a sword,” Adro said, narrowing his arms as if he was embracing Grace. "Could it be that you heard rumors about the approaching war?"

The sweat on his skin crossed through the thin fabric of my nightgown. “The feet.” One of his feet touched my ankle from behind, pushing it to the side. My legs were still almost together, unstable, and he forced a little more space, opening my stance. “Spread them.” I obeyed, moving my foot a few centimeters, still unbalanced, and felt his body adjusting mine from behind at once, aligning my hips with his, holding the position. One of his hands left mine and rose to my shoulder, pushing it back, opening my chest and straightening my posture. “Don’t use only your arm.” The other hand remained over mine on the sword’s hilt. “Turn your body.”

The sharp sword beam emitted a terrifying and majestic aura, fiercely rushing towards Gresham and Drake. Faced with the threat of the protective divine weapon, Gresham felt his scalp tingling, and his soul trembled uncontrollably. He immediately swung the golden spear in his hand, and his level two royal paragon attainment burst out instantly, slashing out a crescent-shaped blade of spear beam in front of him at an extremely fast speed, directly towards the oncoming sword energy. At the same time, Drake also erupted with his full strength, and the halberd in his hand was wielded like a flying dragon, emitting a chilling light.