Novel & Cerita Legend Of The Swordsmen

She could feel her body is trembling but she couldn't move even one step. Amayah's eyes widened even more as the two people who had killed her mother and sister slowly walked towards her. She stared at the blade of the two swords in their hands. The swords are stained with blood from the bodies of her mother and Sister Aloha. And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood.

came to him, handed the knife to him and asked" are you looking for this? And when he looked closely, it was the knife he was looking for, he wondered when he took it, for he was sure he had it with him just now, he returned the knife, and another one killed a fat fighter with it, and when he checked, it was still his knife, man returned it, and then he left their middle, and when he saw one passing by, he knew he was coming for his sword, so he handed it over to him by himself, man smiled, and said " i was not going to steal it " he nodes to agreement and answered " i know" but he was sure that the man was actually coming to steal his beautiful sword, when he had gone away enough, he looke

Then he grabbed a belt another soldier was holding and unsheathed a longsword. Scarlett had never seen one close up, but she knew its name. Most of the women in Karai used smaller swords, poleaxes, axes, or lances. But a sword was just a piece of metal. The wielder had to know how to use it in order for it to be effective. “And what is your name, Mr.?” “Humbert,” he said, giving a small bow. “Fire… or magic tricks of any sort aren’t allowed.” “I won’t need any magic,” said Scarlett, smiling.

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

The drow squirmed in pain and Minos swung the handle of his sword and smacked it's pommel right into the drow's temple. The drow staggered back before dropping and kneeling. Minos then grabbed his head and smashed it on his knee. Feeling groggy, the tall draw struggled to stay upright. Minos kicked his sword arm and his blade fell, clattering away across the floor. "See, now I'm taller than you." Minos said. He raised his blade up, ready to thrust it's pointy end down on his opponent's shoulder blade when he felt something tugged on his belt. Minos failed to notice the drow pull out Rei's dagger from his waist, and all his eyes managed to see was him using it to stab his thigh.

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

“First, she could tell. And second, I don’t ever want to lose in a swordsmanship duel against anyone my age or younger than me.” “Huh,” I muttered. “What drives you? You want to become the strongest swordsman?” “Yes. It’s the pride of wielding this sword on my waist.” He told me, while tapping his palm twice on the hilt of his sword— Crepusculum Ignotum. “Even though it’s a legend… You do know that the strongest swordsman is one of the legendary twelve apostles, right?” “Hmm… I don’t know about that.” He murmured. “But I swear not to lose to anyone my age or younger than me ever since that one defeat I had with a friend of mine.”

I looked at Hayden amazed. "WOAH" I whispered out loud. "The legend says that whenever James held this sword, he first washed it in the water of the Lapis patera so his conquest would be just, fair and everlasting" I walked towards the stone bowl and dipped the sword in the water. The blade shimmered and glowed in the water. I took it out from the water and placed it back inside the scabbard and strapped it. I covered it with my sweatshirt and looked around watching other weapons that had the names of other families engraved on them. I walked towards the exit and placed my hands on the wall. The wall opened and we walked on the other side, in the basement and the wall behind us turned solid.

“I guess, he wanted me to figure it out myself. All I know is, it chooses who can wield it.” “A harbinger. Providence. Sword of Light. It came by many names.” Calder joined us back with a stack of papers in his hand. “According to the legend, it was forged by the master craftsman in just one night, over thousands of years ago. A stranger came and blessed it to fight against evil. Whoever could wield the sword, a worthy descendant, or a worthy warrior.” “You’re kidding. Me a worthy warrior? I don’t think so. I couldn’t even protect my people from the attack,” Ryden said. Each word was laced with regrets.