How To Beat White Clad Noble Novels & Stories

He collapses on the snow like a sack of potatoes—a very bloody sack of potatoes. After landing on my feet, I use my other sai to block and lock the other Knight's lance. Swinging my body around, I manipulate the lance, pressing it against the Knight's throat as I grasp the other end and use it to snap his neck. I glance over my shoulder to find Jaja struggling to fight off the knights surrounding him. Abruptly, I drop to my knees, placing my hands on the snow once again. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply, creating a ripple effect across the snow, and the Knights lose their footing, giving Jaja the perfect opening he needs to take their heads off.

It's all over, and it is my time to slaughter all of them—one by one. I hear footsteps behind me as I run after the fleeing men. It's Micah, and I see that he's holding a bow and some arrows. I smile as I run faster, and after a while, an arrow whizzes past me, hitting Baron George's back right at aim. The others leave the Baron and run further through the paths. I leap over the wounded Baron and keep on running, "Finish him!" I give my order to Micah. When I take my next right, I find myself in the clear area where usually night occasions happen. And the nine noblemen are standing in front of me, holding their swords and with murderous expressions on their faces, except for Winter, who look

She was very happy, didn't realize that her master was an expert politician. Gggrrrhh! The claw exchange move with the sword. Bang! The combination between the black werewolf and Cleo Nie was perfect, the shadow holds the enemy leg while the mutant evolve level 1 chest has been slash by her sword. The strike forcing the body backward, the green blood flow slowly from the injury. Bang! Her sword releases the strike more to slash the half-dead enemy, after being paralyzed from the injury that last hit took the vitality becomes zero. Clap! Clap! Clap! The stranger appears with applause, he approached Cleo Nie with high speed.

The heavy broadsword cleaved through the air in a lethal horizontal arc aimed straight for my neck. I threw myself to the left, rolling across the cold flagstones as the steel blade slammed into the granite wall behind me with a shower of orange sparks. The impact cracked the solid stone, sending dust cascading down into the dark. "Adrian, stop!" I screamed, scrambling back onto my feet, my green velvet gown tearing along the hem. He didn't hesitate. He pivoted instantly, sweeping the flat of his blade downward to pin me to the floor. I raised both hands, instinctively summoning a thin, concentrated shield of White Light. The broadsword slammed into the golden barrier with a deafening CRACK.

Soft waves of raven hair fell on her shoulders, the white tips brushed the base of her back, while the earrings that covered almost both earlobes, tinkled as she moved her head from side to side. Blake and Barclay were on their guard, preparing. "I'm not going to go easy just because you got kicked the balls," Blake said, looking at the warrior frowning. "First thing: it was a knee. Second, be careful Grandpa, because I'm going to kick your ass." Barclay launched an attack trying to hit Blake's right flank, but the knight was quick and parried him with the blade. Barclay continued in vain to attack the knight who parried every blow with his sword, fast and graceful. When the warrior tried to

Each strike delivered by the cloaked figure was met with a forceful parry, pushing back Lord Timothee and his men. With an unwavering determination, the cloaked protector moved swiftly, his movements calculated and precise. His weapon sliced through the air, creating a whirlwind of danger for anyone foolish enough to challenge him. It was as if he danced with the grace of a predator, his every move a testament to his mastery of combat.

I ripped out two of the arrows and tossed them to the ground but as I lifted my arm to grab the last one, I was hit again but this time, I fell to one knee instantly. “Shit,” I murmured. “Wolfs bane arrow.” I looked down again, my vision going blurry. This arrow was different though. It was a white arrow, unlike the rest of the brown ones, and it held a small symbol. One that many wouldn't have noticed, but I saw it enough to know. It was the last thing I saw before my vision went dark. The Royal Seal. Nate POV “What do I do if he asks me to kneel?” I huffed as Juvia did up my tie. She watched me try and fail a total of 6 times to do it myself. “Cause I will tell him to piss off. Prince or n

The early morning was permeated with the clash of steel against steel, battle cries, and the ripples and explosions of magic. Naomi and Daegal immediately threw themselves into the battle. Not one for armor or sword fights, she threw a shield around herself for protection against the flying arrows—some flaming—and any other weapon. Naomi hurled balls of roiling blue fire at the enemy soldiers but they were not harmed and that was the moment she registered that this was no ordinary battle. Doom's mistress was truly here. Her eyes swept over the carnage around her till they settled on a familiar figure on a small hill, atop a dazzling white stallion, dressed in her signature black gown which f

Nova, Horia, and I exchanged silent signals, readying ourselves for a confrontation. With a shared nod, we made our move. Nova, with her swift and agile movements, approached the nearest tribute from behind. In one fluid motion, she struck a blow to the back of his head with the hilt of her blade. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious, without a sound. Horia, always the expert with her throwing knives, aimed with deadly precision at the second tribute. The blade struck true, and he collapsed, unable to raise an alarm. The fiery-haired leader, sensing that something was amiss, turned towards us just as we sprang into action. She drew her weapon, a wickedly sharp blade, and met my gaze with a

As I turn to Anita, in one swift movement, faster than the eye could follow, she draws the sword from her guard, the cold bite of steel kissing my cheeks before reflexes can kick in. Pain sears across my cheeks as everyone gasps. ‎I stumble back, hand flying to my face. My fingers come away wet, red. My blood. ‎ ‎The nobles erupt into chaos. Some scream, others shouting for guards, while a few simply froze, torn between fear and fascination. Anita stands tall amidst it all, the sword gleaming in her hand, her chest rising and falling with exhilaration. Ney growls in anger. “Finish her!” ‎