Mike Leach Swing Your Sword Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just when he's about to gather his breath Leo stands up and quickly gives a barrage of kicks to Mike. What a strength Mike had thought. Mike tried to block his multiple kicks but because of his swollen left wrist, he barely blocks half of them. Without much space to run around in the circle, Mike got no choice but to face Leo head-on. *pant pant* "What's wrong? Already tired? We're only getting started!" said Leo in a mocking confident tone. There's no end for his barrage of kicks as he even gives some quick jabs in the blind spots. Block, block, block, and deflect.

That was when he spotted a familiar face. "Captain Forgo?" Chase asked in slight disbelief. Leeks had just cut down a monster with a sword in his hand. He looked like he knew how to use a sword, but he was getting exhausted due to fighting for a long time. He used the sword in his hand as a crutch while clutching his wound with his other hand. Leeks was covered in blood, and it was difficult to see his face. "Yes, it's me. You… You're Dr. Collins." Leeks turned back to look. Joy appeared on his face when he saw that it was Chase talking to him. He became agitated and lost his balance, about to fall.

"Looks to me like your sword's a little too slow for the game." "What the…" Mike glowered at Wilbur, shock flickering in his gaze. He muttered another spell, then appeared on Wilbur's left in the next second to swing an attack at him. Mike was a lot faster this time. He was taking the battle seriously now. Clang! Sparks flew through the air as Wilbur deflected the blow once more. Both swords collided with each other, and Mike's eyes were bloodshot. "You f*cking bastard! You blocked my attack! You're f*cking dead, I swear!"

“It’s over, Michael.” Lewis’ voice boomed loud and strong across the open cliff side, anger boiling beneath the surface. “All our Silver Moon warriors are aware of your attack and are fighting back. You’re outnumbered and have no chance to win. Surrender and let Maddie go.”

Rhychard gripped the sword tighter and waited. Bertram Leary reminded Rhychard quite a bit of Adrian Michaels. He was dressed slick, hair perfect, shoes shined to a bright glean. He oozed charisma and power, only Rhychard could feel the real power in the man to be his magic. He gripped the Guardian Sword with both hands. :Any idea what this guy can do?: He asked Kree. :My guess would be quite a bit.:

I was shocked after finding the sword in front of me. "Go and finish Noble off."I ordered the sword and right away, it responded. "Father please move aside."I shouted. As soon as he stepped aside, the sword stabbed Noble on the chest. "No! Father! "Mike called in a cold voice. "Father get up. You can't leave me alone. Open your eyes please dad."he cried. "Am sorry son. I can't get up even if I wanted to. I was stabbed by the supreme sword not an ordinary one.

Lewis spoke one word. “Launch.”

He knew what this was. "Each strike isn’t just training," he murmured, his voice low but carrying over the sound of my exertions. "It’s a desperate attempt to keep yourself from snapping." I didn’t answer. He was right, of course. Every swing, every grunt of exertion, was a way to keep Slade, and myself, from losing control entirely. The sword was a focus, a way to channel the rage and fear and helplessness that had been building inside me for four endless days.

I say holding one sword above my head, the other by my waist as Kellen and I prepare to attack Aodh. Behind us, the fighting continues, and I can feel an electrical pulse in the air. Quickly my eyes dart to where Mike and Rhett fight a group of new soldiers. Sparks dance across Mike’s skin, providing more power behind each swing of his blade and each punch he throws as bursts of energized light pulses from him. Knocking back the enemies with blow after blow. Rhett uses not just his sword but his crossbow to stun soldiers before they get near him, strategically and effectively killing Aodh’s soldiers.