Hand Holding Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Let me show you.” I froze as he stepped into my space, his chest brushing against my back. His hands came around me, warm and firm, covering mine on the hilt of the sword. The scent of him earthy, with a hint of something clean and sharp washed over me, making it hard to focus. His breath was warm against my ear as he spoke, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Your left hand supports the base,” he said, adjusting my grip. “Your right hand controls the blade. Don’t grip so tightly. You need to let it move with you.”

In person. She was staring at me without much expression on her face or in her eyes. The fabric clung to her form, and her eyes glowed with an ethereal light. In her hands, she held a sword. Neriah's sword. My breath caught.

In Ha gazed down and saw the brown floor being scratched. She shuddered and immediately let go of her arms. How could someone younger than her frighten her like this? She continued to stare at Arthur's sword that sparkled under the sunlight. Arthur held it with his left hand. Something that was not explained in the script was that Arthur is a left-handed. She remembered at the end of the story how this sword would have decapitated her, unfortunately In Ha could not remember which hand was holding the sword at that time.

"Let's do this." "From your legs to your hips, swing your body parallel to the direction of your sword." he said, showing me the proper stance. "You have to carefully hold your sword but you can't hold it too powerful. Imagine a bird in your hand. If you hold it too hard it would die. If you hold it too loose it would fly away. Hold it with just the right amount of power." he said as he crossed his arms. I took a glance to Austin who's watching me with smile on her face.

Tyler asked. "Yes, I will love to." Crimson said, they smiled at each other and held each other's hands and walked to the training field. Crimson held the sword wrong. "That's a beautiful way to hold the sword but unfortunately, you are not holding it in a right way." Tyler said. "How should I hold it?" Crimson asked. He stands at her back. "Firstly, you need to keep your eyes focus on your enemies, I told you this some weeks ago." Tyler answered.

I said, releasing some nervous energy. His expression softened. "Sorry. I was worried." He held the longer sword - what had Professor Pops called it? A katana? - in one hand. Then came around and stood extra close so that his body hugged mine. "Let's begin." He took my right hand and placed the sword in it. I bit my cheek, suddenly nervous. He doesn't want you. He doesn't want you. He doesn't want you. The words sounded over and over in my mind.

"Wouldn't want her to break a nail or anything." My anger immediately redirected to my red-headed pal and I practically growled at him as I rushed forward and snatched the sword from his hand. "Fine! Let's see what you've got, Ashford." "There she is," he cheered back triumphantly. I juggled the handle between my hands for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to hold it but the awkwardness quickly faded when I found my grip. I could see Eddie peering at me worriedly from the sidelines and rolled my eyes at him.

From her straight long legs and straight long jet black hair to her striking brown eyes and sparkling aura, I almost forget that she was a butterfly just a few minutes ago. She has on a very short purple skirt hugging her small curves with a small top made with the same soft material. A black quiver holding purple arrows hangs over her shoulders as she holds firmly onto a black bow in her right hand, a big shiny silver sword in her left. A very beautiful warrior, almost like an artist’s masterpiece.

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.

Lily stopped circling the man before her eyes landed on his hip. "Is that a sword?" She asked him. He nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. "May I see it?" She asked with her hand already outstretched. The man looked at Jayce for confirmation. He gave a stiff nod, and the man withdrew his sword, the blade ringing against the leather scabbard. Lily's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she held the sword in her hand. Jayce felt uneasy at first as she held it, but she looked so beautiful and powerful while holding it. It turned him on more than he expected.