Saw Blade Bloodborne 소설 & 이야기

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

He tasted a metallic sweetness and immediately vomited blood. "Ack!" Severin endured the severe pain in his chest and waved the Oculus Blade, whose power was formidable enough to take out the skeleton. Seizing that brief moment of respite, Severin used his divine senses to check his injury. As expected, the skeleton's white bone fingertips somehow had the ability to break through his bodily defenses and pierced right into his flesh.

With a fluid motion, I drew the sword at my side, and as soon as the tip of the blade left the sheath, my whole hand and arm felt a heat emanate from it. However, my movements had been too swift to take in what had happened right away. The first vampire who had been cut down went up in flames and the sound of their screaming rang through my ears. My eyes were wide as I looked at the blade that was engulfed in flames. I wasn't familiar with the legend of the sword, but no wonder this thing was so potent despite being so damned old.

The hundreds of Rank 1 to 2 Humanoid Spider beings swarmed at Lucas. Sven shifted to the front of Lucas in the blink of an eye. His Zombie Attribute was speed, thus, it was only natural that he was fast. Sven wielded the Cutting Sword, and the sound of it being unsheathed was heard. The blade of the sword glinted as its black color gave it a domineering look. Sven slashed with his sword at the hundreds of Humanoid Spiders that were charging at them. "Swoosh!" At first glance, it looked like only one slash had been made. However, in actual fact, three slashes had been made. Then, when it looked like three slashes had been made, it turned out that countless slashes had been made by Sven.

Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen. Slaughter walked towards Blade, and before Blade could fathom what Slaughter was about to do, he found his thumb in Slaughter's hands, throwing it up and down as though it was some kid's toy. "Argh!!!!" Blade yelped in pain as his blood poured on the floor. His eyes closed as he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood or his thumb in Slaughter's hands looking like some toy. "He is not sharper than my blades," Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again.

He moved from corpse to corpse, his golden eyes scanning the carnage with a clinical, terrifying focus. "Check the arms," he commanded, "Use your blades to peel back the sleeves. Do not let that filth touch your skin." I stood by the shattered remnants of the carriage door, my breath coming in shallow, ragged plumes. My silver dagger was still clutched in my hand, the blade coated in a dark, viscous fluid that refused to run off. As the wind shifted, swirling through the narrow mouth of the canyon, it carried a fresh draft of the attackers' scent toward me.

Blood welled from the cut, but not a single drop reached the ground. Morvienne placed her other hand over the cut. Then, slowly, she began to pull it away. As her hand withdrew, the blood clung to her fingers instead of dripping. It stretched into a long crimson strand before thickening, hardening, and crystallizing as it flowed from the wound. Inch by inch, the forming blade followed her hand, as though she were unsheathing it from her own blood. By the time her arm was fully extended, she held a fully formed crimson sword, its translucent blade forged entirely from her blood.

It came from the beast on top of me. The weight on my chest shifted. The claws loosened. I could pull a breath. It was small and shaky but still a breath. Air rushed into my lungs so fast that it stung. My body jerked as if waking from a nightmare. The black beast stumbled back. It was whining in pain. I blinked hard, trying to clear my sight. When my vision steadied, I saw blood. Dark red blood running down its side. And then I saw it.....something silver sticking out from its ribs. A dagger. The blade was lodged deep. It was buried until only the handle showed.

I park and step out. The air hums wrong. I walk toward the outer perimeter and stop just before the invisible line. My blood reacts first. It warms. It stirs. It recognizes the pattern. This wasn’t brute force. It was surgical. Someone touched the ward, slid along it, traced the magic like fingers on a wire. They weren’t trying to break it. They were mapping it. I crouch and press my hand to the dirt. The fracture pattern is thin. Clean. Almost respectful.

Knowing didn't make it hurt less. The blade was on the ground next to a fallen warrior, a young wolf named Callum who Sara had eaten breakfast with two days ago and who was now unconscious and bleeding from a wound in his side that Dr. Chen was going to have very strong opinions about. The blade was silver handled and silver edged and it was the only weapon within reach and the Wendigo in front of her was not interested in waiting while she located something more suitable. She grabbed it anyway.