Scott Pilgrim Vs The World Knives Chau Novels & Stories

Crewcut smirked as he whipped out a huge scimitar and swung it at Caleb, launching a horrific shockwave! Caleb did the same, swinging the Dharmic Cutter vertically! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Boom! The terrible shockwave that ensued rocked the world around them, crushing everything into dust! Shunk! That was when a silver spear thrusted straight at Crewcut's back, stabbing him from behind! His eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped, "You're an executor… but you stabbed me in the back?!" Boom! Tia's only response was a blast from her spear tip, vaporizing Crewcut's insides and killing him on the spot!

When she finally dipped her chin weakly, a sneer replaced my scowl again before I turned to the not so sanitary devices. “What’s Padrino’s favorite weapon?” I questioned Aurelio as I moved some things around on the table. “The knife, but anything that makes them screām usually makes him smile.” I laughed at his response as I shook my head. Padrino was a freak for screāmers indeed. I picked up the knife that looked a lot like the knife he always carried around. The knife. The memory of his knife on my body made a shiver run down my spine as my teeth grazed my bottom lip. Okay, crazy pants. Let’s settle down that coochie.

I heard two sets of footsteps behind me so I knew Mason had left her too. The man was already sitting in the chair, naked and the smell of burning flesh was thick. We used a silver chair to tie him too so his ass, balls and everything else touching it was burning. Made me smile. “Good morning!” I said with a smile. The man lifted his head up. He looked like he was samoan descent with his long black hair, bulging muscles and tribal tattoos. “Fuck off!” he shouted “Hmm, is that what kind of day we are going to have?” I walked over to the table and looked at all my new knives. So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete.

He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery. Blayne peered over Sianna’s shoulder. He, too, arched his brow in curiosity. “Vance, did you find something?” “All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.” “Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I smiled wickedly knowing I wasn't going to give him the death he wanted so easily. Bringing out a bag of knives, I went through them. It was hard finding the best one for his body so I let my index finger decide. It scanned through them, cut after cut until I felt one that stinged like an ant bite. I grinned. The right one for his fine body. I brought out the knife, it took the shape of a sickle, but the edge was triangular like an arrow head. “Please… please!” He begged for mercy dragging the chain as I inched closer.

Looking at the military knife that was about to pierce Yang Xiao’s chest, Xu Changsheng’s face was full of smiles. “Goodbye, you evil creature!” Xu Changsheng was in high spirits. "Goodbye? You told me goodbye? Are you so sure?" Just as the three-edged military knife was about to pierce into Yang Xiao’s chest, Yang Xiao smiled evilly. A violent aura rumbled out of Yang Xiao’s body.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

"Your knife looks amazing. Way better than mine. Can you give it to me?" Scott froze. Hayley had said it casually, but to her surprise, a sheathed blade was actually handed to her. "It's yours." "You're really giving it to me?" "If you want it, you can have it." Scott gave her the blade. It was his grandfather's prized possession. Ever since the apocalypse began, this was the blade he had always used. "Wow, I'm flattered," Hayley said, while immediately putting the knife away without hesitation. Seeing her expression, Scott's gentle smile deepened. "If you stay with me, I'll give you whatever you want."