Sheath And Knife Comic の小説・ストーリー

Another said as he eyed me from head to toe. My stomach churned how he looked at me with such a disgusting gaze. I reached for the leather strap on my thigh, and pulled out a small knife I had always kept for cases where I did not have my sword, like now. The warriors looked at the knife in my hands and they all burst into laughter. "This lass thinks she can harm us with a knife, isn't that hilarious?" One of them asked with a chuckle. ."Who are you all? Identify yourselves," I boomed.

“I had a switchblade in my pocket. I pulled it out and opened it. I showed the weapon to the men and warned them to stay back and leave me alone. Sheila and Stephanie came walking over to me. Sheila rolled her eyes and grabbed the knife from me. She started making fun of me, saying it was silly for me to think any of them would be afraid of a stupid little knife. Sheila asked Stephanie if Stephanie was afraid of the knife, and Stephanie rolled her eyes and said ‘of course not.’ Sheila then told me to go on and have fun with the boys. She said I could consider the experience a present for me as well.

He fell on his butt, like an infant learning to walk. "Just one kidney… that won't kill you, right?" Intense anger and lust for gore were visible in her eyes. She looked down on him just like a butcher would look at animals. Creed was now on the ground. His throat choked on his own saliva. She slid her hand on the back of her waist and unsheathed another needle-like sword; A rapier. The sharpness of the rapier immediately told him that the armor would not be able to protect him anymore from this monstrous weapon. She held the needle sword and stroked his abdomen without a second thought.

To tell me the knife was barely even the size of his dick. I swallowed hard before letting out a dry, exhausted laugh. “It’s a combat knife, Vincent,” I said. “A fucking combat knife. A four-inch blade.” He shrugged carelessly. Actually shrugged. “Oh, it’s four inches?” he said thoughtfully, like we were discussing weather instead of internal bleeding. “I thought it was six.” Then he tilted his head slightly and added casually, “Hm. Then that’s way less than one quarter of my dick.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered instantly.

She screams in utter agony but manages to grab the knife from my hand. "Shit," I mutter. The handle is soaking in blood, making it easier for her to take it from me. She manages to slash the knife across my arm, making me stumble back. Both of us are heavily injured, yet I'm the one who's acting like I'm on death's doorstep while she looks like she merely got a papercut.

Just got to find him. “Stupid bitch, aint tellin’ ya nothing!” Not my guy. Grabbing my dull smaller knife, I walked over to him, grabbed his balls and slowly cut away at his sack. He was trashing, which caused me to slip and stab his thigh, but eventually, I got it all. The other two were watching as I struggled to get it off and saw how the artery shot out with each heartbeat. “Dull knives always make it harder to get the job done…” I said, shaking my head as I put the knife back. “Anything to say now?”

Alexander taunted mid-fight, barely breaking a sweat. He had sized up his opponent. If that was all he had, it was time to end it. "Think again before you sell me short!" With a swift motion, Grand Hart Lord drew two gleaming knives from his sleeves. 'Sleeve knives!' In a flash, one knife aimed for the throat and the other for the heart—both strikes meant to be fatal. The Grand Hart Lord's secret weapon was a surprise attack, one so well-concealed that it had never been seen before.

I growled. I let go of Athena's neck and walked around her. Standing in front of her, I lowered myself, drawing a knife from the sheath around my ankle. I raised it up, running the blade softly on her arm. At the sight of blood drizzling down, I smiled. It was as sharp as expected. Very fit for the job it was about to do. I met her fear-filled brown eyes with my amused gray ones, "I would make it very quick," I mocked.

Their laughter was loud and careless. The first one didn’t even have time to drop his cigarette. I pulled my knife from my belt, and the blade slid across his throat like butter, coating him in his own blood. Jake was on the second guy in a flash, his knife plunging into the base of his skull. The third man froze, his cigarette falling from his mouth as Jake’s hand clamped over it, muffling his scream. My knife found his heart, and he crumpled silently to the ground.

, I asked while cocking my head. He was about to talk before the guy on his right nudged him. He was a thin and scrawny guy. My attention immediately snapped to him. Before he could blink,I had a knife lodged in his thigh. I saw everyone panicking and I was just laughing. " Relax it's just a thigh wound,he should be okay", I told them between chuckles. I went to the guy's position on the floor. "Next time,mind your own damn business", I growled out twisting the knife in his thigh.