Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

“Show me your warrior pose.” “Warrior pose?” “If you wanted to attack me, show me how you would stand.” I put my left foot two metres apart from the right one, letting that one inch forward a bit. Then, I made two fists, keeping my thumb hidden. “Punches don’t work on supernaturals unless you have considerable strength that is equal to theirs.” He picked up the branch that had fallen earlier. “Your stance is good, however when you have a weapon in your hand like so,” he placed the branch in my hand. “Lightly grip it.”

She looks stronger and more capable of taking on an adversary than I have ever seen before. She stands tall and presses her hand to her chest. The motion creates scale mail spaulders over her shoulders that look like could be made from actual dragon scales. Chains of black gemstones that seem to glow on their own accord secure the spaulders in place. Vambraces made of chrome metal cover her forearms. “Holy shit.” Saint says in awe. “What? What is it?” I helplessly watch Kas as she draws a longsword from a sheath on her hip and holds it with both hands toward the woman marching toward her. White hot electricity rolls off of the sword in staticky waves, lighting up Kas’s determined face.

“My swordplay is called ‘Forthright Swordplay’, created when I traveled the world during my younger days and experienced all walks of life. This sword technique can only be mastered by a broad-minded person. A narrow-minded person who learns this technique will definitely go mad.” After that, the old man put his hand on the top of Philip's head and imparted the sword technique to him mentally. Suddenly, the image of a sword-wielding person appeared in Philip’s mind. As the name suggested, the swordplay was open and forthright without a trace of indecisiveness. “This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword,

A fierce close-quarters battle ensued among the trio. James’ Judgment Scythe and Adjudication Sword gleamed with black and golden light rays, weaving through the air as they clashed with the dual forces of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi. Eventually, the two opponents returned to the swirling mist after failing to gain the upper hand against James despite outnumbering him.

Gabe might as well shove that pointy stake into my heart. Stepping away, I turned. "How about you demonstrate the correct way to hold it, and I'll copy you?" I watched his jaws clench. He nodded. "Spread your feet shoulder's width apart." I did as he said. "Now, bend your knees." As I bent them, he walked over, set the sword on the counter, and then came over to me. Yeah, it's still just me. Your best friend. Sheesh! "Like this?" I asked scowling.

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

He launched himself forward like a ball of heavenly fire, burning toward Travis. Zayn gritted his teeth, raised the sword, and channeled vital energy into it. This was indeed the Sky Light Holy Sword, and it now emitted dazzling golden light. Full of confidence, he casually swung it, sending several sword lights that caught up with Gina's fist wind despite starting later. Facing the three-way assault, Travis still held Wren's head in his hand. "Master, I'll let you see today whether I'm worthy of this Light Divine Holy Land!" He howled at the sky, and the Hexagram Formation beneath him radiated light, forming a cage of light.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

It's difficult to stand in front of a crowd, carrying the weight of the nightmares I've endured. I despise the fact that he gave up his life for mine. I stood firmly on the grass, feeling the wind tousle my hair as I gracefully moved through the different stances. With each movement, I wielded the sword with precision and purpose. First, I positioned it to protect the front of my body; then, I held it high like a horn protruding from my head. Next, I swung the sword down to my hip, letting it hang casually in front of me. Finally, I brought it back up to my shoulder. Each stance seamlessly transitioned into either an attack or a defense.

I hoped to get a chance to talk to him at some point and clear things up. Andrei was leaning against a nearby post, watching with interest as David and I tussled in the ring. David had me practicing with that curved, short sword again today, although he had just knocked it from my hands and was currently trying to block me from picking it up. “It’s all in the wrist,” he was saying, flourishing his weapon every time I tried to reach for mine. “The curve of the sword allows for quick, arcing movements. One flick is all it takes to disarm your enemy. But too loose of a grip can also make it easier to be disarmed, so there needs to be a balance.”