Medieval Swordsman Novels & Stories

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

a deep masculine voice says behind me. I fall back on my ass, staring up into a huge blond dude with a sword and decked out in medieval-style trousers complete with a chainmail shirt.

His muscles could be seen even though he wore those animal garments. “We hath brought the tribe physician as requested by the eldest prince.” He spoke in such reverence towards the palace' knights. “Then why such numbers of warriors with thee as if ye had plan to have a battle?” Lord Sten asked, wandering his eyes around to see fifty healthy warriors, riding in horses.

Then taso uses his killing intent. If that's what you want you have challenged a god, COME FORTH! THE SWORD THAT CAN SLICE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, HOLD SWORD DURANDAL! Then the holy sword Durandal comes pops out of thin air and then taso grabs the sword, and he uses a technique. AEROBA RENAKATA RO NAKATA DANCING SUN SLASH! Then the sword Durandal was burning fire in every structure of the sword, it was like the color of the sun.

It was just that this man had been out of the martial arts world in recent years and no one had ever seen him. The two figures crossed each other and separated as soon as they touched each other. The long swords in their hands were both unsheathed. Dragon's swordsmanship was heavy and lacked changes, but it was much steadier. As for Sannuit, his swordsmanship was light and ingenious, which was more gorgeous and amazing. It was hard to say who was more outstanding. And it was difficult to easily determine the winner in the battle between the two. It depended on strength, and perhaps some luck.

The three men immediately stood, all raising a questioning brow. “Well, Kemuel, why don’t you begin your training?” Michael suggested. “Excellent. We’ll use the backyard. It’s the perfect place for this kind of training.” “Can I ask, please,” Emma interrupted, “Why swords?” “These aren’t just any swords. On the blades are inscriptions from an ancient incantation book. All warriors have one, as will our Great Warrior Child,” Nathanael explained. “Ah, just make sure there’s not a scratch on my child when you’re done training today,” she demanded.

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

He knew it would not be great form to win with a flourish so he let the swordman grow tired before he twisted the second sword out of his hand and brandished both blades at the person's neck before giving back his swords. The sir looked terrified as he held both of his swords at his neck while his competitor was heartily the meat that was supposed to be his dinner. "Where did you learn your martial arts? The style reminds me of someone I knew briefly long ago?" Ning Zhuo shrugged. "I'm hungry. These questions are pointless if I am just another foot soldier. I'll tell you after some time when I get promoted. My past is complicated." The senior crossed his arms. "Complicated is the last word I

He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intestines fell onto the ground. Julius's fellow knights knew the bravery of his swordsmanship and how much strength he carried with him. A few other demons started charging after him and his comrades; some of them faced the young swordsman by himself as the others went for the knights. Because the swords were dipped with salt and mostly crafted by silver, the knights could kill all the demons that stood in their way. The knights had no scars or cuts on their bodies after defeating the small group of demons. Julius swings his sword with so much anger and fury against all of his opponents because he despised t

I felt his heart in my chest skip a beat but his facial expression wasn't sweet anymore and his eyes kept sending me daggers as he focused back to the girl. Ignoring his daggers, I bowed and curtsied again while opening up his chamber doors to make my way to the armory room. When I got in, I began clanking around everything so he could hear that I was frustrated. I didn't need him to hear it, as he could already sense and feel it with his heart welded to mine. There were so many different swords in the armory, to breastplates, to cuirasses and lots of medieval swords. Scanning over the large wooden room, I chose to wear a breastplate and use the Egyptian Sickle-Sword, The Khopesh!