Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

"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.

“Minus the wooden ones we played with as kids?” “Definitely exempting that or any similar experiences. I am asking about actual weapons that could maim and injure” There was no need to think too far because the only weapons I even knew were the knives of the kitchen or those I saw from afar. “No” “Hmm” he thought for a while. “We would be starting from the basics then. By enlightening you on each weapon and when it is best to use which, but before then…” he walked to the wall by my left and lifted a sword off the shelf then brought it back and handed it to me “hold this and show me your stance”

​With an explosive, human exertion of strength, I brought the flat of the heavy steel broadsword upward in a parry line. ​CLANG! ​

"Pick something. Sword, spear, staff. Whatever feels least foreign in your hands." I studied the weapons feeling completely out of my depth. Finally I selected a short sword because it looked manageable. It was heavier than I expected. The balance felt wrong. "First position," the weapons master commanded. I had no idea what first position meant. I held the sword in front of me vaguely like I had seen soldiers do. "No. Wrong. Everything about that is wrong." He moved behind me adjusting my grip and stance quickly. "Keep your feet apart and weight balanced. Elbow in. You hold it like that and you will cut off your own leg."

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.”

He had always favored this type of sword. The hair, once calm, began to billow again, and it swiftly surged toward me. I tightened my grip on the cutlass' hilt, bracing for the assault. The weight shifted to my stance, and every muscle in my arms tensed, readying to execute a formidable blade defense. The hair strands, thick and looming, advanced. I swallowed hard, awaiting their attack. Just as the thick tendrils seemed about to pierce me, I swiftly shifted my stance, angling my swords diagonally downward.

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

she answered her Yes with this, you will get rid of any form of fear in your body and you won't be fearless any longer in times of war Get me a sword, she ordered Naya Then she continued with her teachings using the sword as practical There are three basic ways to hold a sword you see across multiple styles of sword and swordsmanship. First is the Hammer Grip. You just hold the sword in a fist. This works best for cutting. Some swords, like the Indian tulwar or Viking swords, force your hand into this grip. Probably the most common grip is the Handshake Grip. It’s a bit more extended as if you’re shaking hands with the sword. This grip gives you better reach in both the cut and thrust and al

He put his weight on it. Casper reaches across his body with his right hand, grips the handle of his sword just below the guard, draws it out, snaps it forward so it’s pointing at Thane then places his left hand on the grip just below the right. Thane does the same. Both of them bend their knees, dropping into a low squat. Then they stand up again and shuffle their feet into the proper stance, feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead. Casper charges directly at Thane, hollering at the top of his lungs.