Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

Alexander had come across a person performing a sword stance. Observing the technique, Alexander recognized it as the Moon Deity's Nine Slashes. It seemed that he had been observing the sword moves for a long time, picking up on the sword intent without practicing it. However, just watching without engaging in practice had its limitations and setbacks. "Kill!" The figure suddenly turned, eyes glowing crimson, and drew a rusty sword with a swift, straightforward motion. The attack was devoid of any flair or vigor, a stark display of pure, unadulterated swordsmanship.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

He just doesn't want to ram her body, he wants to get her in a whole. 'Not to fuck her, but to make love with her,' he explained internally. "A-Alright. I got it," Maxine murmured, and her voice woke Dwight from his beautiful daydream. Dwight stepped back after clearing his throat. "Slightly bend your wrist back toward your forearm," he instructed, taking a deep breath. "Okay." Maxine followed his instruction. "Remember that pose for medium-range targets when there isn't a lot of space. It will increase the speed when the knife turns over in the air."

I said, turning to face him. Adrian's eyes lit up, and he grabbed another katana from the table as he said, "Good choice. Let me show you how to use it so you don’t chop off one of your fingers, or your entire hand." He stepped behind me, his chest brushing my back as he adjusted my grip slowly. "Hold it like this,” he said. “Keep your grip firm, but loose enough so you’ll be able to move. And keep your stance wide, with your knees bent and your elbows free." I followed his lead carefully, mimicking his movements as he showed me a basic swing, and how I should step when I was doing it.

I look down at the row of weapons, my eyes falling on the one I was looking for. With a smile, I pick up the steel sword. Jessica looks at me,a frown covering her face. Turning around,we both walk back to the circle. "Take your positions!" Professor Harold howls and I stand with my two legs wide, holding the ground and my hand gripping the hilt of the sword. Jessica bends her knees in a half sitting position, holding the dagger strategically. Her blue eyes study my position as I do hers. The sound of my heartbeat drums in my ears and the surroundings go extremely silent in anticipation.

Upon seeing this person, the corner of the ninth stepmother's eyes widened in surprise. Emma followed the ninth stepmother's gaze and saw the martial artist onstage. He was tall and slender, dressed in a deep red performance attire with golden thread embellishments on the sleeves. A multicolored belt was tied at his waist, and his hair was neatly tied into a high bun secured by a hairpin. His phoenix-like eyes carried a hint of arrogance as they swept across the audience, exuding an air of refinement. The essence of his entire being seemed to emanate from his eyelashes enough to captivate anyone. He leaped into the air, performed a series of movements, and gently landed. The belt on his side

If he couldn't make full use of his physical advantage, then he had to avoid the disadvantage. Therefore, what Caspian had made for Xander Faris was two wide blades with long arcs. The broad blade was not held in the hand, but fixed on the two arms, and the edge of the blade was outward. When the broad blade was erected, it was almost as high as Xander Faris. In this way, when Xander Faris lowered his arms and stood straight, he looked like the most fierce and sharp blade! "It suits me very well." Xander Faris carefully felt the magic weapon at spirit tools level.

Shane sat down directly across from Parsha, while Griat awkwardly squeezed his bulky frame onto the bench next to Jenny. Shane adjusted his armor, and with a very serious, dramatic expression, he unbuckled his massive iron broadsword from his hip. With a loud, heavy thud, he laid the deadly weapon flat on the wooden table, right beside his plate of rice and meat. The entire table went quiet. Jenny gasped softly, and Griat just sighed. Parsha, however, didn't flinch. She stared at the giant sword, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Shane, her lips curling into a deeply sarcastic smirk.

The wooden blade was smooth, the handle worn down by the touch of hundreds of hands. "Hold it like you're going to use it, not like it's going to bite you." I moved my grip, trying to remember how I'd seen the pack warriors hold their weapons. Garrett shook his head in disgust. "Wrong. Your stance is wrong too. You're standing like you're expecting someone to bring you tea." Beyond us, the other students had stopped their own practice to watch the show. I could see wagers passed as they bet on how fast I'd be out of my sword.

Hopeful, Zen tried the diagonal slash from the left bottom upwards that he struggled with earlier. The movement was still clumsy, but Zen noticed how easy it was to move the blade. The short sword did not come close to his body, and Zen finally understood that swinging the sword wasn’t just an arm exercise. It took his whole body to swing the sword correctly, and just by positioning his feet with one backwards. His body was turned forty-five degrees to a side, making that slash possible without coming in contact with his thigh. At the same time, the straight posture in his back after he placed his left arm behind helped him find a good balance in the swing even if the sword was heavy.