How To Fix A Switchblade Novels & Stories

Let's do this, fucker I make sure to maintain eye contact with it, an easy way of keeping myself locked in his focus. That way, he won't spare a glance at Zuri. I turn and bolt to my right, and it runs after me, leaving Zuri behind. Thank fucking Deskar. As it approaches, I pull out my closest switchblade, push down on my knee, and slide under him, tilting the tip of the switchblade up in an attempt to cut the creature’s below into half.

-2- I pulled the switchblade out of my waistband without him noticing. -1- I opened it. -NOW- I jumped forward, pushing Xavier off me catching him off guard and before he could recover, I stabbed him with the switchblade and ran from the room as fast as I could. I could hear him growl, but the noise from outside soon drowned it out as all hell broke loose. As I flung open the front door and ran outside, I was grabbed and a knife placed against my throat.

Vitali’s lips drew closer, his grip tightening as he toyed with the idea of violating me even further. I shifted, subtly enough that the switchblade hidden in my back pocket pressed into my hip, a reminder of my one chance. As Vitali trailed his tongue over my chin, I slid my hand behind me, fingers slipping into my pocket. In one quick, precise motion, I flicked open the blade and drove it deep into his thigh.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

The reception lady hesitated when she said the kast sentence. "Yes." "I have something to do. Talk to you later!" "Bye." "Allow me to tell you the effects of the weapon. As you can see, each of the short sword has a switch that if you pushed a button under the hilt it will turn into a doubled edged short sword and the purpose of those curved small blades are for you to not injure yourself if you decided to turn it into the double egded style and--" The reception lady stiffened after Seolurrie thrusted her hand in front of her.

She leads me away, positioning herself between me and the fight. But I can't tear my eyes away. Mikhail dodges another swipe from the switchblade, retaliating with a swift kick to the man's midsection. The man doubles over but remains standing. With a lightning-quick twist of the arm, Mikhail snatches the switchblade from his grasp. The man's eyes widen in shock as Mikhail plunges the blade into his chest, just below the collarbone. Blood squirts from the wound when Mikhail pulls the knife out. The man's eyes roll back in his head as he crumples to the ground. His chest heaving with exertion, Mikhail stands over the man, smirking as if the act gave him pleasure, and wipes the blade on the ma

She is so lazer focused on what she is doing, I bet an explosion could go off outside and she wouldn’t hear it. Once the hair has been expertly placed, she picks up a small knife, maybe a scalpel, but I don’t know medical equipment very well. She pokes the sharp tip a couple of times, like she is feeling around for the best place to cut and I can see the little node under the skin move with each prod. Then she glides the blade gently across Jena’s skin for about two inches. It doesn’t even look like she put pressure on it until it started to bleed. With quick and precise movements, Doc Sylvia contains the blood flow with one hand, switches the knife for tweezers and starts to work under t

He slid the blade through and forced it upwards, undoing the locking bar, only to feel it fall back into place as soon as he let the pressure off. Anger flooded him to be thwarted when so close to his goal and he jammed the machete back in, slamming it upwards as hard as possible to fling the bar up and out of its mountings. He heard a dull thump as something shifted, the door starting to fall outwards as he attempted to free the blade. It remained firmly stuck in between the two boards, however, and as he watched in annoyance the heavy door fell out, hitting the ground and snapping the handle off the machete.

“Dante? Wh-why are you here?” Fuck. I never want to scare her. I kneel and snap out my switchblade. She flinches, but I can’t do anything about that. I slit the zip ties around her ankles, fix her skirt, then hold out my hands for her wrists, struggling to keep my movements slow and calming.

She then put the handler on the palm with her left fingers held the tip of the guard and the spine of the knife. Shadow’s right hand moved accordingly, placing Elijah’s lower three fingers of the hand she used to hold the knife around the handle with the middle finger on the bolster. And then, she pressed Elijah’s thumb and index finger on the handler to clasp the blade on the left and right. “You can use it that way or you can turn the sharp edge the other way around, the same way you are holding it but the spine or the back knife must face your elbow, not the other way around. Understand?”