Hand Holding Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Macquoid soonest. But for that day, they would practice. "Take up your sword properly." He instructed as he closed the remaining space between them. "When you take up your sword, hold it right here." He gently guided her, wrapping her right hand around the hilt of the sword and placing her other hand at the base. "Your thumb and fingers should wrap around it firmly and comfortably." "Like this?" She was eager. Her grip was tight, and he observed this with a slight frown. "Relax your hand or you will be tired even before you begin, and your wrist will hurt. Do you understand?"

She quickly picks a sword from the ground, and she holds it with the sword pointed at me, but her grip is not strong enough, and I walk over to her to help her. I stand behind her, and my hand stays on hers to help her steady herself, make her stand firm. Our bodies are linked together, our hands holding each other while our grip is on the sword. She smells like sweet flowers and romance. She’s always smelled like that, but I’ve never been this close to her.

He unsheathed his sword and carefully, he guided her hands in holding its hilt using the correct grip. "Be very careful wife. This thing is dangerous if you are careless in handling it." "I know. Don't worry, I think I can handle your sword." "Yes, of course you can." He muttered under his breath. "And you were so good at it even though it was your first time." "Hmm?" she looked at him, blinking at his quiet muttering and he bit his lips, letting out another sigh. He fought the urge to scoop her up and rush them both to his quarters to engage in some rather more interesting activities than just holding on to a cold, dead sword.

Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it. "The sacred weapon," Elijah said. Elijah couldn't help but be nervous because he was unfamiliar with this sword. He hesitated to touch it but he had to. Elijah slowly reached for it. Even though he was having second thoughts, he made up his mind. He could feel the strong power coming from the sword. It seemed to be alive and when his hand landed on the sword, his fingers spontaneously surrounded the handle as if it had a magnet.

He held the sword by pinching it with two fingers. The warrior felt a tremor on his wrist as he held the sword. It felt like his hand was about to tear apart, and his face turned red. His veins throbbed on his forehead, and he had to use every ounce of energy he had to stop himself from releasing the sword. Chase suddenly sneered. His arm moved, and the sword sliced through the air as it attacked Chase from the side. Still, Chase did not dodge and allowed the sword to hit him. There was the sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew everywhere. The warrior holding the sword felt his arms go numb, and his hand was torn with wounds. He almost let go of his weapon.

“Everyone knows something. Your body has instincts. Show me.” I swung the sword experimentally. It was heavier than I expected, unbalanced in my grip. Ares watched, arms crossed. “Again. Put your weight behind it.” I tried. The sword wobbled. “You’re holding it wrong.” He moved behind me, his chest against my back, his arms coming around to adjust my grip. “Fingers here. Thumb there. Feel the balance?” I felt a lot of things. His body pressed against mine. His breath on my neck. His hands warm over mine.

“One hundred percent. I would have sliced her hand off before she even had the chance to transmit the charm. Your mistress was un-transmitted” “You mean your mistress?” “Anthonier you already know who I am talking about” “I do but at the same time I’m trying to lighten the weight of this situation, we need a break. It’s all coming too fast” I understood him perfectly. “In order not to divert the topic, what else did she say?” “With regard to the sword, she claims she was the only one who held onto it. In an attempt of self defense, it was the nearest she could grab and the only contact it made with the guard was when she stabbed him”

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

“Hey, you!” Alex nearly jumped out of his skin. He gasped in panic and threw his hands upward. Catching his breath, Alex looked back the way he came. Someone was approaching from out of the trees. It appeared to be a man in his early or mid-twenties. He was very poorly dressed, as if he had been wearing the same clothes for months and his hair was ragged and unkempt. The most disturbing element of his person was what he held in his right hand: a large sword made of stone. He stopped, however, as soon as he seemed to get a good look at Alex, narrowing his eyes at him.

I watched the sword he held shine under the light of the afternoon sun, a dark aura circling its blade, calling for soft flesh to meet its sharp edges. "I wish the feeling was mutual considering you were the one who created these circumstances, King Manson, Queen Hestia," My mother held her hands in front of her elegantly as she conversed with the other royalty, looking as casual as if she were speaking about the weather. My eyebrows furrowed as a cloaked figure emerged from the army of lykans and seers, making its way to where we stood. My mother noticed this as well, seeing as a small gesture of her hand brought forth a soldier carrying a broadsword, his chest littered with gold, hair slic