Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

Were they all merely coincidences? The sketchy man watched for an opening as the two conversed. Finding one, he took out the pocketknife from his hips and aimed for Cyrus’ shoulder. With her sharp eyes, Cecelia saw everything. “Watch out handsome boy.” Cyrus reacted swiftly, evading the knife with ease, and responding with a few counterattacks of his own. Having suffered multiple losses, the sketchy man seethed with anger. “You’ve gone and pissed me off now, you lil’ b*tch.”

In one of Seth's hands is a knuckle duster. SMACK! Seth had socked Beth in the face, quickly slipping the knuckle duster off of his hand, revealing it to be a mini revolver with a small knife at the end of it. Beth holds her knife straight in front of her as Seth fires. The bullet is cut cleanly in half by her knife. Seth tries firing at her leg but she sprints towards him, cutting the arm holding the revolver, quickly attempting to take his neck.

he said. Nitro and K-9 were quiet, but they stood next to Weasel as they watched Pusher and Jake intently. He twisted the knife with his fingers so the blade was pointing downwards. In one quick motion, Jake had the knife between Pusher’s legs. Bright, red blood spurted across the man’s lap and he screamed loudly, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” Nitro whispered, his hands covering his balls. The knife was still impaled in the wooden surface of the chair, the blade going through one of Pusher’s testicles.

She was absorbing. I stepped to the right side of the room. “This wall is knives. Every type you can think of. Combat blades, switchblades, karambits, trench knives, double-edged, spring-loaded, throwing knives. Most people don’t realize how often these end up being the backup when guns fail. Knife throw is an art in itself.” Gianna glanced over them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the polished blades and serrated edges. She reached out to touch one but paused, hesitant. The thing looks weird in her soft, delicate hands, not gonna lie.

I cleared the first 50 meters, taking a rough corner that snagged my shirt just a bit when I saw a flash of something move. Getting into a kneeling position I let my fingers release the small throwing dagger from the pocket of my pants. I gripped it ready to fly it to my target when suddenly my dominant arm was ripped down by a German Shephard. The vicious beast shook me with all his might and caused me to fall backward. I felt it's teeth sank into my flesh and I groaned in both pain and frustration. I wasn't expecting this to be a part of the hunt tonight.

I watched, amused, as he huffed, taking a step forward. “I never said I was alone, did I.” The moment he finished talking, a small pocketknife flew directly toward me. Had my reflexes been slow, it would have hit me; however, I caught it by the tip at arm’s length. “If that’s how you would like to play it.” Smiling, I threw the pocket knife into the air, caught it, spun around, and threw it back at the wannabe assassin who failed their task. When it hit him, it combusted into the same fire that kept the souls confined within the borders of hell.