Novel & Cerita Hand Holding Sword

*Stab* *grip* To be accurate, there are three people present. Another person is holding the sword behind the hapless intelligent woman, aiming to stab Ravyn along with her. However, the sword misses its target and thrusts into the ground instead. Without wasting any time, Ravyn grabs hold of the attacker's hand that grips the hilt of the sword, preventing them from pulling it out. The force behind Ravyn's grip, covered in a fluctuating gray aura, is so powerful that the opponent cannot move her arm. But then the purple-haired girl quickly withdrew her hand. *Schhhh...* *Clang!*

I whispered softly, cupping her cheeks into my both hands. Gently, She took a long breath, flapped her thick lashes and let out a smile. "Oh yeah I trust you. Let's do this" she affirmed and grabbed the sword with her both hands. "Yeah! I love the spirit" I hailed, fueling the new strength. "Now listen." I adjusted my stance. "First of all, the way you're holding that, isn't the proper way. A sword doesn't need two hands to swing it" I pointed, and she squeezed her face, moaning a little.

~CODY~ My hands shook uncontrollably as I held Rain in my arms, the weight of the sword on his back adding to the gravity of the situation. Placing my hand on his back, it quickly became stained with his blood. He reached out to touch my face, but before he could, his hand dropped to his side. The rain showed no signs of stopping, intensifying rapidly as if sensing the gravity of the life hanging in the balance.

Hana said. True to what Jackson meant, he didn't understand why since the blue light appeared. Jackson longed to hold the sword in his hand. Jackson's left hand slowly lifted the sword, feeling more relieved than any weapon he had ever used, causing Jackson to be unable to hold back. "It's comfortable."

It appeared she posed a greater challenge than Ignatius. The woman immediately raised her hand, and a gleaming three-foot-long sword emitting a cold light appeared in her grasp. This sword differed from ordinary ones, exuding an aura that seemed capable of shattering anything into pieces—an overwhelming dominance. Although the sword in the woman's hand might not be a powerful artifact, it was undoubtedly superior to Adrian's unarmed status.

Only ten because Fiel and Elmer bowed their heads as they murmured a prayer. II Twelve warriors approached each of the players and handed them with their swords. Fiel holds his sword tightly as if his life depends on it. He is good at handling different weapons and one of them is the sword. As he side glanced at Elmer, he saw his unfamiliarity with how to use a sword, by merely observing how he holds it. Fiel swallowed his saliva and murmured a prayer once again, this time for Elmer’s safety.

In her hand was a 1-meter sword that was exuding a chilly aura around it. "Ice elemental sword," he mumbled.

She smiled at me and we began having our breakfast. *** As soon as I walked back to the ground, “Hold it that way,” he said while showing me the position, “With both your hands,” “Okay,” I replied, and gripped the sword using my both hands, “Keep your elbows bent and close to your body,” he said. I glanced at the way he held and copied it. “Okay,” I replied, and he asked me to swing the sword more than 100 times and even made me count it. By the time he told me to stop, my arms and legs were aching. After a short break, he asked me to do it again.

“I left the sword on the couch in the family room. Please, take it with you.” “Okay.” I went to the kitchen to grab two bottled water. Since my possession, I hadn’t touched the sword. I went upstairs and stood before it sitting on the couch, wondering if I was still worthy to hold the Sword of Light, or I was too dark and sinful to wield it. I raised my hand and looked at the rune around my wrist. I breathed deeply and held it by its sheath. My heart pumped harder as my hand was just an inch to the handle. Shutting my eyes closed, I wrapped my fingers around it.