Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

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

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Jim had already appeared in front of Sebastian, wielding an oddly-shaped black greatsword. Sebastian couldn't evade in time and took a solid blow to his shoulder. This time, his defenses couldn't hold up. The clothing on his shoulder was torn apart, leaving a deep gash, and blood began to flow. "-220!" Sebastian also learned about his opponent's strength due to this encounter. [Loose Cultivator: Jim] [Occupation: Sword repairman] [Realm: Early stage of foundation building] [Health: 5300/5300]

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light snort before attacking a Divine warrior as well. He held a green-colored sword in hand. His white robes fluttered even with the lack of any wind. He stepped in a gust of wind, his sword aimed right at the Divine warrior. The Divine warrior split into two bodies after a radiant glow from his blade as usual. The Divine warrior was incredibly quick and charged forward at Graham like a bullet.

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

He said, drawing out a sword from its sheath that was tucked away behind him and handed it over to me. "Hold the sword with a firm, but not overly tight, grip. You want to be able to control the blade, not strangle it." He said in a master’s tone. I held the sword up—-"Like this?" "Almost. Relax your wrist and let the sword sit comfortably in your hand. Remember, the sword is an extension of your arm, not a separate entity." He murmured, showing him how to hold it. "Okay, got it. What about stance?"