Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

Shane sat down directly across from Parsha, while Griat awkwardly squeezed his bulky frame onto the bench next to Jenny. Shane adjusted his armor, and with a very serious, dramatic expression, he unbuckled his massive iron broadsword from his hip. With a loud, heavy thud, he laid the deadly weapon flat on the wooden table, right beside his plate of rice and meat. The entire table went quiet. Jenny gasped softly, and Griat just sighed. Parsha, however, didn't flinch. She stared at the giant sword, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Shane, her lips curling into a deeply sarcastic smirk.

The blade wasn’t long but it was sharp and did what I needed it to do. “It doesn’t really matter Sheila, I will find what I want eventually and everybody talks at some point. I’ll start with your arm and we’ll see just how tough you think you are,” I said. “What are you doing to do?” she asked me fearfully as she eyed the knife in my hand. “Flaying Sheila, I’m going to skin you alive,” I said as I cut off her ear and she started screaming as blood ran down the side of her head. “Scream all you want Sheila, this room is soundproof and my nearest neighbour is about seven miles away from here,” I said and tightened the straps around her wrists.

“Woah! this is way way older than those in Leba.” He cupped his palm and scraped away more dirt with the bridge of it. This second layer was more difficult to move, but he was still able to do it, resulting in a larger trench. Shawn stood up again, satisfied he could work with this, and set down his gear bag. He unzipped the secondary pouch and fished out his hunting knife. The grey handle contrasted with the black coating over the steel blade within the sheath, but he did not intend to dull his knife in the dirt. The sheath would work just fine.

Neal asked quietly eyeing the chubby man. Kaiden's hands froze, he looked up at Neal, then Jino. He pulled out a pocket knife from his black leather jacket. "JINO!" Kaiden called out and the moment the man turned around, he threw the knife at him. Neal stood there in astonishment when the man caught the knife in a flash. Just one or two inch gap, if he didn't caught that on time it would have pierced his throat. "That's why." Kaiden said catching the knife when Jino throw it back with a smirk. He pocketed the knife and placed the first aid back in its place.

“Whatever she paid, I’ll double it. Hell, ten times. Just walk away.” Money talks, right? But these guys didn’t flinch. The tall one raised a fist, almost apologetically. “Quit yapping. Close your eyes. We’ll make it quick; you’ll get through it.” The shorter one eyed my face, clicked his tongue as he pitied me, then pulled on white gloves and fished something out. Metal flashed, a blade catching the weak light. Not just fists. Knives. Outnumbered, outgunned, smaller, and unarmed.

he screamed when the long haired guy charged on him with a sharp blade. He graved a deep cut on Zane's left collar bone whilst enjoying how he struggled. He sat on his torso with the knife moving deeper toward his heart. The tip of the weapon was a bit away from piercing through his chest when Zane freed himself from the guys holding him, and threw the bad guy away.

A knife. He lunges at me, the blade aimed straight for my stomach. What the hell? First it was that ninja granny at the train station and now him going after my belly! I bring my knee up hard, connecting with his gut. The knife clatters to the ground as the thief doubles over, gasping for air.

As Zachariah pulls Henry’s heart out of his chest, Yasmine slides out the Gurkha Kukri knife that she had inherited from Henry after that very first encounter with him. As Zachariah digs his claws in and pulls Henry’s heart all the way out of his chest Yasmine uses the Gurkha Kukri knife cutting in the same place, she had slashed her claws and as Zachariah lands on his feet and steps back and Henry slowly falls to his knees.

He looked at Sheera and shoved the tear-soaked fingers into her mouth. "How do your tears taste?" He asked, rolling his thumb over her trembling bottom lip. "You should get accustomed to it, for you will be shedding a lot more of them." Sheera gulped down the salty taste of her tears, her mind reeling from the terrible things he'd do to her. Keegan slowly withdrew the dagger from her abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. It was an ordinary dagger - Sheera realized. She'd heal up. As if sensing her thoughts, he tossed the dagger aside and withdrew his Wic'ca blade. Fresh terror filled her eyes.

Cori has always been tight-lipped about her private life and I would never invade that privacy. Sofia hands her a large knife in its sheath. “You got a problem with knives?” she asks. “It belongs to Dax and it’s very sharp.” “The knife will work if someone can help me secure it.” She lifts her bandaged hand. I step closer and place my hand on her arm. “I’m sorry about your brother.” This isn’t the time or place to get personal, but I had to tell her before I got back to business. “We’ll place the sheath on your left side for a cross draw. It’s easier to pull out that way. Keep it ready to hand me when it’s time to remove that bastard’s balls, will you?”