Pelea De Espadas Novels & Stories

Should he follow Dale’s footsteps and choose the daggers? Just when he was contemplating all these, the battle between Wesley and Dale had reached its climax. Wesley was acting like a male peacock as he confidently bombard Dale with his sword attacks and from the frown on Dale’s face, he was trying to suppress his anger at the helplessness of it all.

Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the duel began. The fight began with a clash of swords that echoed through the hall, each strike a testament to the warriors' skill and determination. Lucius gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of Kehola's energy-infused sword humming in his hands. The crowd leaned forward in silence, their breaths held as the duel unfolded.

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

The clash of steel against steel reverberated in his ears, a constant reminder of the danger that surrounded them. "Alpha Liam, to the left!" one of his pack members shouted, alerting Liam to an approaching threat. He swiftly pivoted, his sword meeting the attacker's with a resounding clash. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, the intensity of the battle mirrored in their gaze. With a swift strike, Liam dispatched his opponent, his focus never wavering.

That’s right, Davina has a severe problem with Pedophilia. “Sir Lorieoux Allein Revoltoir vs. Saxxon Eleazar Revoltoir, the two shall fight until the other one is dead, the strong shall survive and the weak shall perish! Let us begin the match!” the referee announced, I unsheathe my sword as he took out his daggers. I moved into position and he threw his daggers, I dodged the daggers and then I rushed forward to take him off guard. I saw him move out of his position, I took the opportunity and I slashed both of his arms.

"The Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows! Alkaid! Caspian roared, and his speed was double than before. It was as if he was a cannonball being shot out of its chamber, and without waiting for the waves of flames to disperse, Caspian directly pierced at Maya. The blades of the spear and longsword collided violently in mid-air. Soon, there was a loud noise as if thousands of kilograms of metals exploded. The flame was also quickly torn to fragments, filling the air as if they were countless butterflies dancing. The center of the arena burst open caved in, and even the ground exploded and shattered. The two moved backward dozens of steps together. In the center of the explosion, the concentric circles

Curved, beautiful, ancient from Arabian Peninsula, and deadly. Lucrezia advanced like lightening knowing Ada was tired and would be sluggish. The saifs clashed, the high-pitched noise unpleasantly spreading through the arena. They put distance between themselves again. Luzrezia was enjoying this too much. Ada laughed internally thinking the woman had an unhealthy relationship with her double swords. She was barely holding on to a single one in her left hand, her arm sore from all the practicing over the days. “Ada, give her a few nice cuts!” came a voice from outside of the arena.

"Similar to the game 'I Spy'." I nodded understandingly. The jerk was the one in the middle, looking around, while his subordinates were the ones that are to look for what he said. He was saying something Spanish, although there was a repetitive phrase he said every time. Another game was similar to fencing. But, they used real swords. Probably a more dangerous rendition of the game befitting their organization. "We call that La Verdadera Destreza. It is the true art and skill of Spanish swordsmanship."

Leala's voice echoed out through the hall. "B-Beatrice," the yoza gulped before continuing. "Beatrice Coleman," she finished. "Fight me, Beatrice," Leala said and removed her sword from it's hilt, the resulting shing that the metal made as it was removed from it's container made everyone gulp, but no one dared to move an inch to help Beatrice, who would want to take Leala's anger and annoyance to themselves? Even Mio would not. "Clear out," a few seconds after Leala spoke those words, the entire hall was vacated, and only Beatrice and her remained in the middle.

The arena was alive with roaring cheers, murmurs, and gasps as Danial and Tristan clashed in a fierce display of fire and wind. Their swords collided, sending out sparks and elemental energy in every direction. Tristan’s winds howled like a storm, pushing against Danial’s flames, which danced with wild defiance. Every step, every swing, every dodge—they wove an intricate dance of skill and power.