Mike Leach Swing Your Sword Novels & Stories

Mike confirmed. The two men walked out of the cabin and quietly walked towards the huge pecan tree to which the swing was tied. The swing was tied high in the tree, but secured with a rope to another tree at the top of the hill. One could swing from the top of the hill, all the way down into the water about ten feet to the left of the dock. Mike climbed the tree to where Matt was holding the swing and pulled back, leaping off the hill and swinging towards the water with a loud yell. The girls all turned as Mike came soaring by and sailed out into the river. He let go too late and flailed in the air hilariously before landing on his back with a loud smack.

Dammit. Slowing and finally stopping, Mike allowed them to catch up and surround him. Might as well get this over with. Chuck spoke up first. "You're gonna pay for sucker-punching me freak." "Sucker-punch? As a remember it, you took the first swing." Despite the odds, Mike in no way felt threatened by the group. Slowly he felt that same rush flow through him, his instincts were feeding impulses to him, all he had to do was let them go at the right time.

Both fighters were panting and spent. “Yield!” Sasha shouted. “Enough wit’ yer bilge! I shall free yer wretched soul by th’incision o’ me steel!” Leaping off his perch into a mid-air roll, Sasha executed a two-handed sword swing that put all his body weight and momentum behind the blow. Captain Fang bent his elbow next to his head and maneuvered his upside-down sabre to protect his shoulder from Sasha’s attack. The clang that their swords made was deafening and rattled both blades.

said Alexander, as he picked up his bag and walked out, leaving a stunned Mike staring at his retreating back. He walked to his motorcycle and rode off. He knew it was dangerous to argue with Mike but he had reached his limit. He couldn't continue fighting for him forever. Mike made a lot of money from these fights and pocketed everything under the name of debt. He had decided that if Mike failed to show proof of the debt amount, he wouldn't appear for the fights anymore. He had paid off a lot of money in the whole of last year. Mike had started using him as a pawn. He wasn't scared anymore. He didn't have anything to lose but Mike had.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

she gasped. One of the guards that were stationed nearby almost choked on a laugh, but Lea shot him a glare, and he pretended to study the sky. The scene was almost comical. She turned back to the sword and this time, attempted to lift it properly from the ground. The blade rose several inches and immediately dipped again.

My dad always said, “If you're going to be a jerk, at least look good doing it” I moved through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling at people that meant nothing to me. Every chat was an act, and tonight, I was the star. My name still matters – Michael Leclair, set to take over Leclair International and the guy that almost brought Alexander Veyron to his knees once upon a time. Alex……I signed. The one person that still has a place in my heart. I pushed the thought away, he doesn't get to live in my head anymore.

Realization dawned in my friends faces as they go white. "Layla..." Leo began. "HOLD HIM!" I shouted. Before anyone can stop me I swung the hammer up and down as hard as I could. Billy screamed. I think Eve did too but I don't register any of it. It's just a job that needs to be done. I swung it again. I faintly heard someone yell something but again, I don't really comprehend any of it. I swung one more time before I finally hear the crack that I was waiting for. I rested for a moment. Then I took off his other shoe.

Micah grabbed my arm to stop me from tumbling down the narrow stairwell. "Tell me, sister, out of pure curiosity which sword have you learned to wield?" Micah asked me as we made our way down the narrow steps. I laughed lightly and told him a claymore. He chuckled as he opened the door at the end of the stairs, a huge room filled my view. I smelled rich foliage and noticed Lucian lifting weights off in a corner full of exercise equipment.

Leo pulls out the sword and starts swinging in the air without any form or any grip he was swinging in the air like a novice would suddenly Leo could hear someone laughing by the corner of the training field. Leo ignored the laughter and continued what he was doing, suddenly behind him stood a huge man with a sword hanging from his back and a beard, he had an aura which could send a chill down the spine that is what Leo was feeling . He immediately realised that’s a NPCs. The NPC spoke “Your form was shit and the way your hips were they were not in the correct position so you didn’t get enough power on your strike” he adjusted Leo’s form and then instructed him to swing the sword in a certai