Novel & Cerita Saber Vs Lancer

' Darryl looked at the long saber on the exhibition platform and said, "This Blue category long saber has a sharp edge, and it has an intimidating chill aura. It is no wonder that this is a Famed Sword Manor weapon. Not bad at all." Darryl had not wanted to deal with Lucas. However, he respected Parker, so he did not want to bother with the man. He had also spoken the truth; the Blue category long saber was not bad, indeed. Of course, that was from an ordinary cultivator's point of view. Darryl did not really think the weapon was anything special. After all, he had the Heavenly Halberd. The Blue category weapon was not its match. Lucas sneered as he looked at Darryl. He could not hide the co

This one, however, had 45 high-ranked Lycan warriors within. They were all trained to the highest of standards, killing nearly all of what was left of their teams. Zaire and Alpha Ryan ended up being surrounded, both held out against them for a while before one small misstep for Zaire allowed the ones surrounding him to swamp him. Punching, kicking, clawing and biting, Zaire cries out as one takes a big chunk of flesh out of his shoulder and another digs his claws deep into his abdomen. Zaire whispers, “Farris, I’m sorry…”

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. In this solitary arena, the stage was set for a confrontation that transcended physical combat, a clash of wills and emotions that would leave an indelible mark on their tumultuous relationship. The desert bore witness to the impending struggle, the stillness broken only by the crackling energy of their drawn Sabers, each brother poised to face the other in a battle that would test not only their physical prowess but also the depths of their resolve and the intricacies of their bond.

Lean and muscular with a short shaggy mane like a lion's and a pair of massive elongated and curved bladelike canine teeth that extended from his upper jaw. In a short description, Jet aka Saber is a strange-looking wolf that has a mane like a lion. Saber is also very fast, the fastest out of the five of us. We always follow behind him anytime we go on a run, unless we are on official duty where they will naturally let me lead. I know today's own is because he knew I needed space for myself.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

"Alright, we'll see how good you are. Now we need to check everyone's position. I'm Kraim, D rank, archer class, I'll be staying in the back for most of the fight." Everyone nodded and introduced their class. "I'm Leon, Hand, Hero class, D-rank, and leader of Shining Sword, so I'm going to play Mr. Kraim's second in command here, I specialize in melee." "Erick, D-rank thief... Hand, my specialty is cutting the flesh of people I hate." He said looking at Dora who, caught in his thoughts, didn't notice him. “Morgiana, hand, D-rank lancer, specialized in melee too but I can also protect the healer.”

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Kael cast a side grin as he watched the two warriors fight. The lancer played with his long spear one-handedly, preparing his stance. The wind circled him as the lance spun fast, like a rolling wheel. The other warrior charged, drove the point of his broadsword, but the spear caught it, bouncing the sword away. The swordsman kept his attacks, but with the combined skill and strength of the lancer, he was untouchable. "A master lancer," Kael corrected Tristan.

"Do you think that's one of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Dragon Slaying Saber?" Subsequently, Dark Warrior spun around and looked at the saber in Lucas' hand. At that moment, he was confident that it was indeed the Dragon Slaying Saber. 'Aside from the Dragon Slaying Saber, one of the Ten Legendary Weapons, there's no other saber that terrifying.' "Hey, human, the saber in your hand…" Lucas interrupted Dark Warrior before he could finish speaking. "You're right, it's the Dragon Slaying Saber," said Lucas.