Novel & Cerita Saber Force Warrior

Archer said, waving a hand at his men. Nine Warriors who were around the sixth level of the Energy Refining Technique all rushed at Sebastian. They aimed their kicks and punches at Sebastian's most vulnerable parts. Sebastian smiled slightly and used his Wind Phantom move. He seemed to morph into a shadow, which weaved through the figure. The Warriors didn't even manage to touch his shirt before they were all punched and kicked to the ground. In the blink of an eye, there were only two out of the nine Warriors left unharmed and still standing. The others were all clutching their stomachs and chests as they lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

The swirling mist cleared to reveal a desolate desert landscape, devoid of any witness except for each other, the stark isolation intensifying the weight of their impending conflict. Alone in this barren expanse, Asmo and Satan stood poised for battle, their minds, bodies, and emotions honed to a razor's edge. With a sense of grim determination, they drew forth their ferocious Sabers, each a reflection of their inner turmoil and unyielding resolve. Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

said Saber Twelve. "Well, unless you can resist my Moutain Kao."

He looked like someone in his early thirties, which meant that he was most probably around 14 years old when Warren's mother died. "I have been a proud member for 10 years. And I'm telling you now, if you think I would tell you any secrets about my group, then you can just go ahead and kill me already," he said again. Warren then infused Reiteki into his palm. He then altered the shape and a light sword appeared. Franklin saw that and he smiled. He could tell that Warren was pretty skilled. Although he was the weakest of the top echelon of the Fire Fangs, the Ferocious Five, he could tell that Warren could give even Blazing Jasper, the third strongest, a run for his money.

Leo’s POV I heard the loud clatter of a tray landing on the floor. It was so loud that it made Nova and myself startled. The maid let out a scream and ran out of there. We both quickly ran inside only to see Miss Warrior laying there motionless. A few minutes ago she was there standing firmly and asking questions to the maid with the sharp look she always wore. And now she was laying on the ground, limp like a puppet without any string. My breath hitched, as I stood there like I was frozen. My body was not able to move, my mind couldn't make sense of what had just happened. Miss Warrior wasn’t supposed to fall. She has always been strong. She never stood behind but in front of others.

“I had not lived up to this post I can tell, I was not raised to it. Perhaps that is why I would be suited to it though. Since I have been in a situation of needing to fight in order to gain a place. To be neglected. To draw blood over the cause.” One of the women in the front bowed down her head, some of the warriors placed themselves erect. “I shall not govern in the shadow. I will be at your side -in peace and strive. If you will have me… I will battle just as you battled.” In the room it lay motionless--breathless Then broke one voice gruff and rough, and low. “You have struggled more than ever a Luna fought.” I turned to the origin of the subject matter- Beta Tarek, the eldest warrior o

I jumped to my right as the spear caused a small seismic explosion the moment it hit the ground. I hurled my left Saber at his back and it punctured his red broad spine. The blast caught me and the force threw me off my feet but I ignored the pain that burned me and twisted in the air with a perfect landing. I hurled the second sabre in my hand before I sprinted to where he was. The second sabre lodged squarely into the side of his neck. Sage raised her hands and a blast of pure white energy threw Saturn back a few feet. The warlord landed on his feet but he was near me.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.