Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

Like a snake, Zen’s right hand who was holding his dagger coursed through the air at incredible a speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent. Clank! A spark was produce when two blades crashes with one another, immediately Zen twisted his body and tried to hack the heretic with the blessed sword. “Tsk.” the man click his tongue. “That’s some nasty dagger you have their young man, better not cut yourself.” as he swing his greatsword around to rub off Zen and give him space for himself. Without a choice, Zen was force backward. With scythe on my hand, I twirled weapon around before swinging trying to swing it. I was trying to get a good grip on it. After playing around for a sec

"I am the Prince of the Southern Realm! If you touch me, my father’s full army will burn your mountain keep to the ground!" Gryfyn didn't slow his stride by a single inch. His massive leather boots thudded heavily against the bridge planks, his broad shoulders squared, his glowing golden eyes burning with a terrifying, primal Alpha heat. His long Northern broadsword dangled lazily in his right hand, the broad steel tip dragging across the wood, leaving a dark, jagged line in its wake.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

Next, Chad got ready to defend himself from the oncoming party. Chad pulled the covers over Jade to shield her nakedness from further attention. He took on a crouching stance and unsheathed his great sword, unleashing whirlwinds with his melee power. The impact of each whirlwind, released one after another, incapacitated the enemies in no time.

There is no other position that he can have some honor title in the future because he will be branded as a traitor. “Hold your sword like this…” Burdak gave an example of how to hold a sword properly. He stretched his legs to the width of his shoulders, which according to Burdak is a balanced and stable position. Randu must master this first. Randu imitated, several times Burdak kicked her calf, to make sure it is the right pose. Every time Burdak kicked her calf, Randu would collapse.

he urged. I tightened my grip on the sword, putting myself in a fighting stance. We pushed forward, swords clashing, metal shuddering through the air, sparks igniting, indicating the ferocity of the conflict. Lucas pushes forward, his blade slicing with accuracy, attempting to overpower me with brute force, but I evade his assaults with my graceful dance, my extraordinary speed rivaling him.

I admitted. “ So now you understand why I keep my physique the way I do. To wield a katana, you must be just as flexible and agile as it is. Longsword is best for thrusting and parrying while katanas are best suited for cutting and slicing. Is that clear?” I had never seen him serious before. “ I'm going to be teaching you how to use both a longsword and a katana, got it?” “ Yes, Sir,” “ Catch,” he threw a wooden longsword at me. I was able to catch it. “ Let the training begin.”

They take positions in the circle around her, and she lowers her centre of gravity a little, grounding herself. George strides towards her with his sword, it’s a stereotypical single-handed sword. Straight, double edged with a cross guard. He swings it around his hand in a circle, this is his preferred weapon, she tilts her head a little at him, then quickly blocks two attacks from her flanks, before dodging his thrust at her stomach,

Jamal's curiosity rose and he adjusted his seating position. Roksolana moved into position and brought up the sword in her hand. Using two fingers from her left hand, she tapped the hilt of the sword, before she turned the sword sideways. She grabbed the hilt with her two hands and brought the sword forward and backward while swaying her body gently. She took the sword and passed it from her belly to her back and back to her belly thrice using her hands as guides. Holding the sword in her right hand, she swayed it around while moving her legs backward. When she balanced, she jumped up and landed on a knee, making the sword look like it slashed through the floor. She turned around, still on t

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.