Knives Chau Anime Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

Unaware of the chaos in the dungeon, Zen took his time soaking in the tub after teaching Joaquin and Elena how to maintain some of his kitchen tools. The knives were the only tools he didn’t allow them to touch. A chef’s knives were akin to their hands and lives. If he could, he would have a set of ceramic knives made instead, as they were more durable and didn’t need sharpening as much.

“I didn’t break a rib. I’m fine.” Chantal poked and felt around, and Gage swore soundly. “Hold still.” “You’re a sadist.” His jaw ticked as she felt along each rib. Happy with her examination, she rose and checked on their clothes. Her eyes fell on Gage’s sheathed knife, and Chantal reached out. “Careful! That blade is sharp. That’s a Ka-Bar.” “Isn’t that what SF soldiers use?” “Yes—It’s a U.S. Marine Corps Fighting Knife. Mine’s not a standard issue.”

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

He grunted, releasing me just enough for me to elbow him in the stomach. He stepped back, grinning. “Now you're getting it.” From the shadows, I heard Alexander's voice. “Again.” ………………………………………………………………………………………. Lesson Two – Knife Work (Kai) Kai twirled the pocket knife between his fingers like it was an extension of his body. “Blades are personal,” he explained, flipping the knife toward me. I barely caught it, fumbling with the cold steel. “You look terrified.” “I'm not terrified.” “You should be.”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

His palm was as sharp as a knife as it slowly slashed out. In the void, a hurricane instantly appeared. Before one of the Chuyun elders could react, he was cut in two at the waist. The wound was extremely smooth as if it had been cut by a divine weapon. He only spurted out a mouthful of blood when he was cut. Before he realized that his body was broken, his bronze piece was out of control, spinning around in the hurricane and brought to Ding Hao's hand.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.