Rwby Swords Novels & Stories

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.

All my prayer now is that he should not use any of his dark magic. Ryan held his blade more firmly, then swung at me again. Just like I suspected, he was swinging the blow with special forces, and he was whacking at me from side to side. Gradually, I felt my hand growing heavier, and it was difficult to block each blow. Even with the power of the nectar and my soul sword, I was growing weak. I was slow to block a blow and it sliced my ribs. Another painful moan escaped my lips as Ryan slashed me again before he finally kicked me in the chest.

Rei used the momentum of his kick to do a backflip and free himself from his grasp. Minos rushed in as the foreigner was landing behind, and used the short window of opportunity to land a thrust with his longsword. But Nymgos seemed to have anticipated what he's going to do as he has already raised up his armored bracer to aid in his guard. Minos's blade bounced off Nymgos's arm and the young noble shifted his weight to swing his shield arm up, in an attempt to hit the big drow's head.

Its a good thing they had the best healer there is, high Queen Arrabella herself! The sword that was on his hand before now was gone. Suddenly Raphael raises his arms on the air as he chanted vigorously. "Pos ei denti swoird!" He billows mightily. A massive sword which was in a formed of water appeared at his front. Its length was of twenty five meters long, and its width in forty meters wide down decreasing to its pointed tip. Pos ei denti swoird; a ginormous sword composed of the very true essence of the water elements. The sword that can cut anything! The Ultimate highest creation magic of water elements.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

) -Swipe(20 STA) -Bite(10 STA) -Poison Spray(200 MANA) -Triple Barrage (120 STA) "It sure is worthy of its reputation", said a guy sarcastically walking towards it, dressed in a weird cowboy dress with an 'I love barbie' hat and 'little pony' bracelets, “and what the hell are you laughing at Max?”, he asked while unsheathing his lvl.15 sword.

"Magic sword? Well, I can't refuse that. What color is it?" "Blue," R said decisively. "With stars on the handle. And it makes whooshing sounds when you swing it." "That's a very good sword," Phoenix said seriously, moving to sit cross-legged near the blanket fort so R could direct the next phase of his game. "Where should I stand in the battle formation?" While R arranged his knights—Phoenix, several stuffed animals, and what appeared to be a toy dinosaur who was apparently cross-trained in medieval combat—Orion took the opportunity to enter the conversation.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

The pictures in his hand went flying everywhere. Rhychard rolled the rest of the way off the desk as he heard the gargoyle slam into the opposite wall. As Rhychard hurled to his feet, he reached over his shoulder and gripped the hilt of the Guardian Sword. The warmth of the blade's magic filled him, and he could sense the power filling him as well as the voices of long-dead Warriors. He tried to ignore them as he held the blade in front of him, its steel a bright blue that lit the room in an eerie glow outshining the emergency lights in the hallway.