Sheath And Knife Comic の小説・ストーリー

Unsheathing a thin, slightly curved knife from my pocket I held it by my side and waited for the right moment to use it. I was presented with that opportunity when I saw an opening, and I used it. Using my heightened abilities, I intercepted her halfway watching her eyes go wide with shock and a bit of resignation when she saw the blade...come down slowly, cutting her open. I dragged the knife through her entire stomach, digging it in so she felt the pain. Sheila's hands go slack against the wood and she drops it immediately, her hands going to clutch at the wound on her stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

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They think they’re safe. I draw two throwing knives from the holster strapped to my thigh. My breathing slows, chest still. One heartbeat. Two. I flick my wrist. Both blades slice through the dim light. One slams into a throat, the other into a chest. The sound is wet, and immediate. One stumbles backward, gagging, clawing at his neck. The other collapses forward, clutching the hilt buried deep in his sternum. I stride forward, finish the one still gasping with a swift twist of steel, and drag both bodies into the shadows.

She was audacious to not take Uncle Matteo’s threat seriously. “Huh- you’re right. It is foolish for me to think punching a random guy will work.” he said but he didnt step away from the guy, instead he moved his hands to the waist band of his trousers and pulled out a knife covered in a leather shaff. “Well then, i’ll just have fun. Its been a while since i carved anyone.”

He laughed again with the others. Kate hated him so much, she had never been humiliated and ridiculed like that before. Her heart gladdened a little as she caught sight of a sharp pocket knife. She was sure that with the position of Vulture above her, if she gets hold of the knife which was within arms length from her, she would get his throat and in very few seconds, the proud, arrogant, and strong Vulture will be dead.

These twisted creatures are well past the point of no return, and it's time to pass judgment. As Griffin tries to stop a large Shifter from leaping at me, I let loose a swarm of arrows that mostly hit their targets. After several falls, Griffin turns and looks at me. "That never gets old." He laughs energetically. "What?" "Watching you throw an invisible spear and knock stuff over with it." He smiles at me, then turns to the next enemy. He pulls a small pocket knife from his pants and jumps on the nearest Shifter.

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.

His fingers brushed the handle, but before he could pull it open, a flash of silver whizzed through the air. A searing pain exploded through his palm as a knife embedded itself in his hand, pinning it to the drawer. Yohan screamed, the sound raw and guttural. He tried to free his hand, but the blade held fast, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his arm. Keith stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. He stepped more into the light, revealing a cold, emotionless face. "Don't come near me!" Yohan shouted, he had pulled out a knife from his pocket with his free hand and pointed it at Keith who appeared unshaken by it, inside out.