Romans & histoires Nico Sword

The moment she heard the commotion, she stood up. Without a proper examination, she glanced at me and declared, "I'm an OB-GYN! We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately, or the baby could suffocate!" With no disinfection or sterilization, she took a paring knife and sliced open my belly. Blood gushed out, drenching everything around me. Even though my eyes were closed and my body was unresponsive, I was fully conscious—I felt every bit of the pain. I felt her hands digging around inside my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

Too long. Suddenly Nico was there, grabbing my wrist. Not hard—just enough to freeze me. “Too slow,” he whispered. “Too soft.” Then he took the knife from my hand and plunged it into the man’s thigh. Deep. Clean. No hesitation. The scream echoed through the room. I stumbled back, breath ragged, heart racing. He had done that without even blinking. “You wanted to be more than a pet?” Luca said, walking past me. “Start acting like it.”

Alberto huffed out a laugh, a wide grin on his face as he clapped Matteo on the shoulder. “Make it creative. Give us a nice show” I said to Nico and watched Matteo turn ghastly pale. This was going to be fun. Nico studied the tools speared out, his lips thin in concentration. He picked up a long knife, sharp enough to plunge into Matteo's chest; Nico dropped it and went for the chainsaw. Matteo’s fingers trembled. The vein in his neck throbbing madly. Nico began to advance towards him with a look that promised slow, painful death when Matteo said the words that froze the entire room.

I muttered without turning around, but the footsteps stopped and I heard a heavy sigh that I recognized from a dozen missions in the hills of Sicily. "I didn't spend three hours dodging Architects' patrols just to find you crawling around a kitchen like a wounded animal, so why don't you let me help you up before you bleed all over these nice floorboards?" Nico said as he holstered his weapon and walked over to pull me into a chair. Nico was one of the few guards from my personal detail who had actually stayed loyal when the Council turned on me, and he looked like he had been through a war zone because his uniform was scorched and he had a deep cut over his left eye that was still oozing.

It was as if it would stop the next second. “Damnit!” Niccoli looked nervously at Steve who lost consciousness, and his right hand tightly gripped on Allan’s sword as he turned toward those rabid-like students. “Niccoli, don’t be rash. You cannot take action now. Have you forgotten what you promised our father?” When he noticed that something was amiss with Niccoli, Nike immediately grabbed onto his arms and pulled Niccoli toward him. Then he turned toward their opponents and shot three ice blades from his hand to counter the incoming arrows.

Pain flared hot in my side but adrenaline drowned most of it. Two men in dark clothes were trying to climb through the side entrance. Nico fired once. One dropped with a cry. The second turned and sprayed bullets wildly. I pressed myself against the wall, breath caught in my throat. Nico moved like liquid shadow. He took the second guy down with a brutal tackle, knife flashing once. Clean. Final. The man stopped moving. Silence fell, thick and heavy. I stepped out, knife still in my hand. My legs felt unsteady. “They were Greco’s?”