Rwby Swords Novels & Stories

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

Rhys stood near the weapon rack, stretching his arms like he had just arrived himself, his posture relaxed, unaware of what I was bringing with me. He looked up when he noticed me, a small smirk already forming like he was about to say something. He didn’t get the chance. I reached for a wooden sword without hesitation, my fingers wrapping tightly around the handle as I turned toward him. The weight felt different this time, not unfamiliar, but not something I questioned either. I didn’t give myself time to think. I moved. Fast. The swing came without warning, cutting through the air with full force as I aimed straight for him. It wasn’t clean or practiced, but it was strong, driven by every

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

For against an opponent of such agility, a single blade light would definitely not do the trick. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square” *Rumble* Four lightning clad sword lights burst forth from the stone sword. Each sword light contained the power of several stars, and a hit from any was enough to severely wound a powerful being – even one such as strong as the Ebony Panther King – much less four. Accompanied by the thunderous roars of thunder they quickly assembled into a perfect square and headed towards the Ebony Panther King.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“Unless, of course, you withdraw your command then I can battle with you. I’m sure that would be fun. “No,” said Eric with a stern look. “Fine,” said Ruby puffing her cheek. She knew she couldn't fool him, but she had to give it a try. Eric pulled out his sword and said, "Attack me." "What?" "Let's see what you got?" Ruby, who was only powerful in magic and spiritual power, doesn’t know how to wield a weapon. She clumsy dived at him, and he easily dodged her. Trying to be nice he caught her in his arms as she missed her swings. He crushes her in sword fighting. He took her down with no weapons in arm.

“We have almost depleted the vitality energy in his body. We can now take him out!” Having noticed Tyr’s frail appearance, Raven Blade conjured three black swords at the same time. Those weapons surrounded his body as he rushed toward Tyr at breakneck speed. Tyr deflected the first sword. The second sword opened up several wounds on Tyr’s skin. Raven Blade held the third sword as he thrusted the blade directly at Tyr’s chest. The moment when Raven Blade’s lethal attack was about to pierce through Tyr’s chest, a tinge of an evil smile appeared in the corner of Tyr’s mouth.

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

I smirked. “You made him a wooden sword, remember? You started this.” Ryder chuckled and squatted down beside us. He reached into the small pouch slung over his shoulder and pulled out the little sword he had been carving all week. It was smooth and perfectly shaped for Brandon’s tiny fingers. “See this, little warrior?” he said, lifting Brandon’s hand to touch it. “Someday, you will hold one of your own. But not to fight like your old man did. But to protect, to defend, and to build empires.”

Jasper returned from the bleacher area carrying two long pure silver swords with dark purple handles. “Ah, my babies…I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Elleanna said as her eyes lit up in excitement upon seeing the swords. “Ok..your mate is so awesome!” Dylan said as he watched her expertly pick up the swords without touching the blades. Elleanna returned to the center of the track with her swords. Romero smiled and watched her as she used the music to time her attacks on the dummies. A slight breeze filled the air and she stopped swinging her swords at the dummies.