Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

REAPER'S SCYTHE IS A SCISSOR?! ~ After K Whatever left the principal’s bathroom, without caring for the meeting that was happening in the principal’s office, she dashed to the principal’s head! Cutting the latter's neck with the kiddie-sized cartoon character scissors scythe! "Oh, a dish. Lucky!" It took a second before most of the faculty members started screaming! "Aahhh!" “Murderer!” K Whatever bolted when they yelled, "What the hell are you all doing?" She covered her ears from the noise and said, "Geez, not even a 'you’re welcome’ ?"

Nick moved his eyes to hint Shera to open his mouth, he wanted to say something. Shera took out a knife and warned him that he will not think twice before sliting his throat if he tried to act smart. Nick nodded and Shera removed the tape on his mouth. Shera placed his knife on Nick's throat and asked him who he was and what was he doing there?

Aphrodite targets its sides because the person will run out of blood faster when there is a wound here and die faster. Shin gave a flying kick to a guy who is holding a knife causing him to fall down. Now she is stepping on the man and so she made the katana all the way to his throat and she slit in.. Noticing the enemies that were very close to him, he looked up and noticed a chandelier attached

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

The creature grunted then came back at me with the knife. I reached for the wrist of the hand holding the knife to disarm the creature. I succeeded but it pulled a second knife and lunged at me. The creature came at me slicing blindly. Dodging and using a well timed jab I managed to catch the creature in it's midsection with my knife. As it doubled over in pain I used the end of my knife to undo the shackle on my ankle.

The room hummed with laughter, cheap perfume, and the faint crackle of the old hair dryer someone had forgotten to unplug. “Ugh, my feet are bleeding,” Dani groaned, kicking off her heels and collapsing onto the nearest bench. “If one more creep asks me if I’m ‘new here,’ I swear I’ll pour his drink on him.” That earned a round of muffled giggles from the other girls. I sat in front of the mirror, wiping off the last of my lipstick with a tissue that looked like it had fought a battle. Then Sasha, loud, blonde, and always in the know—burst through the door, phone in hand and eyes wide. “You guys are not gonna believe this!”

My right hand goes to my boot. I grip the handle. Snap. The blade locks. I drive upward. I don't aim for the chest. I aim for the arm holding me. SHHK. The serrated steel bites into his forearm. It slices through the leather of his jacket and into the meat beneath. Kace screams. He drops his knife. He stumbles back, clutching his arm, blood welling up between his fingers. "Bitch!" he howls. "You cut me!" I step away from the wall. I hold the knife out, the blade dripping red. My hand is steady.

“You want to kill me? Come one, then! Let’s see what you have got!” A wicked grin tugged at the beggar’s lips, and he threw his knife at Rick, hoping to catch him off guard. Rick dodged the knife, which flew past his head and hit one of his warriors. The warrior staggered backward and coughed up blood before falling to the floor with a thud. Rick lunged at the beggar, tackling him to the ground. They rolled over, wrestling for dominance. They punched, kicked, and cut each other, drawing blood and bruises.

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?"

Luca said and brought out a pocket knife from his inner pocket. " What are you doing? What __ are you __doing with that pocket knife “ Sheila asked and gulped hard. “Shush!." I got pissed that Sheila was being a pestering talkative. I brought the knife closer to Sheila's face, her heart raced as she tried to maintain a normal temperament. I slit her right cheek with the knife, blood pumped out with full force as if a dam had been let loose. I tore her other cheek open and let her dirty blood ooze out freely.