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Cade said, scowling, not happy at James' sarcasm. "Och, quit yer winin'," Mika's Irish burr called out from where she was snapping her silver tipped bullwhip out at her foes with one hand while beating others down with her silver baton in the other. "Yer still alive and breathin' aren't ye?"

Warriors circled with their blades gleaming. “You face three opponents,” Mirek declared. “One after the other. Show us you can stand your ground.” I swallowed hard, then drew the dagger. Its silver edge flashed pale in the winter light. The first warrior lunged. His strikes came fast, practiced, but desperation made me faster. I ducked, twisted, slammed the hilt into his ribs. He stumbled, but came again, and again I parried, every muscle screaming until at last his blade clattered to the ground.

Yorich, the Young Master of the Sword Realm who possessed an Imperial Weapon, was certainly a terrifying being. However, against James, he was defeated in a few moves. Not only that, but he was only alive at this point because James was merciful. Otherwise, he would have perished in the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court. "James is too terrifying..." "He's much stronger now compared to when he fought against Yorick." "I have no idea how he cultivates. How did he manage to become so strong in such a short amount of time?"

This force shattered his confidence, and he collapsed on the ground. Trembling, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, Ms. Mihika! Please don't kill me!" Unperturbed, Mihika continued, "Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you deceive me! Have you ever considered the consequences if your lies were exposed?" Meanwhile, Adrian saw something happening in Mihika's hands. A cold energy was converging together to form a frosty sword. It seemed that she was ready to use the sword to deal with Morok and put an end to him.

But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face. “My apologies,” said Mizuki, not really sounding sorry at all. “But the members of Hati aren’t here today. And neither are the Phantoms. If you people are still looking for a fight, then I’ll be your opponent.” Mizuki smirked as the group before him tensed, and he spun the daggers in between his fingers. “I might be a little rusty in combat because I’m kind of out of practice, but you’ll still do well to not underestimate a former member of the Phantoms!” He pointed one of his daggers at the group, a danger

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

when Indra twisted the blue handle, the spikes appeared. “Holy shit, that’s some cool stuff,” she said nodding in approval. “You’re getting good at creating weapons and stuff,” “Bitch what do you mean?” Hae-Jin regarded Indra with a look. “I’ve always been good,” he said handing Miles two daggers. Miles assembled them like it was second nature to him. Connecting the two daggers by their handles, he clicked them into place, examining the sharp blades. “I got you these as well,” he said placing smaller blades. I’m guessing Miles is great with knives. “Cody? Come get your shit,” he said. “What’s your choice of weapon?” he looks up at me then, regarding me for the first time.

"Your hands! It burns you!" "I don't care!" He pulled harder. The bamboo creaked, but the magic held. "Subdue him," Miya ordered casually. The Paladins moved. They didn't attack to kill. They attacked to contain. Two spears shot out, the silver tips catching the edges of Oreon’s armor. "Get back!" Oreon snarled. His wolf was coming out. He grabbed a spear shaft and snapped it over his knee. He punched a Paladin in the helmet, denting the metal.

I flourish the dagger with my fingers and swiftly insert it back into its sheath and place it back into my baldric. ‘Without your wolf and magic and if your family or I’m not nearby. You only have your fighting skill and these daggers to defend yourself and keep safe. I could never live with myself if any harm ever came to you,’ he says. I give Micah a solemn look and decide to show off my fighting skills to reassure him that no one could ever physically harm me. I move slowly away from him, shift my right leg forward from my left in a fighting stance, and swing the dagger to my right and back to my left, repetitively with speed. Then, as quick as lightning, I throw it up in the air and tumb