Shirou Emiya Swords Novels & Stories

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

said the person assigned to oversee the match between Tian Sen and Miss Nu. “Hey, I’m going to show you that I’m better than you. So… get ready to take my attack!” The woman drew her sword, and as the mayor and all the spectators saw the sword she had drawn, their expressions changed. It was a fairly good mid-tier sword, worth more than five hundred thousand gold coins. It could injure someone at the Yuan Qi realm, let alone those below the Yuan Qi realm, who would have a hard time withstanding its attack. “Die!”

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

“Please don’t hold a grudge.” “So do you, oh my lord.” Whoosh~! Both of them immadietly dashed and vanished. SHIIIIIIING~! Two aura swords clashed with each other at the highest speed. SHIING! SHING! SHING! ZUP! ZUP! ZUP! Every collision of two swords echoed yet none of them appeared even under the darkness. Using the highest speed, both of them moved faster than the light. For a while, the two of them exchanged their swords to test each other's strength.

It was a swords blade that manifest itself into a flower, which will only cut what the owner of it wants, but as soft as flower to everyone who’s not the targets. “I supposed, a country that in Aeternum standards…the king is never simple…”. (Duchess Kolarova Qonn) She said with a smile as she looked at the President of Aeternum. “Die..….”. As I said it and swung my swords downwards, which producing a loud vibrating metal sounds, 10 large sword which look identical to the sword of Power which I held in my hand form out of a countless cherry petals that were gather together instantly. With my downwards slash, the large swords also plunged down instantly which a speed that were so fa

The blade shone, and it looked extremely sharp. It was Emei Sect's treasure—the Purple Sword! It was a blue level armor, and it was the symbol of Emei Sect's Sect Master. It had been passed down for almost a thousand years! "Take this!" Aurora shouted as she pierced her sword toward Debra! Debra was impatient too; she went ahead for her attack! The Emei Sect disciples were worried; they knew that their sect master was by no means a match for Debra! "Die! Darryl!" At this moment, Jean could not help herself; she drew her long sword and charged at Darryl. She seized the opportunity to kill Darryl when he was still weak, and so he would not be able to defend himself.

He was quite amused that she didn't panicked or tried to create a scene after knowing his real identity but he was sure that she won't do it, knowing her nature and issues with Emotions. Everything is going exactly the way he wants. "Choose whichever sword you want..." He said pushing himself up from the wall. Eira looked at him and then to the swords, all were looking heavy and big. She needed one which she can carry with ease and play with it. Getting closer to the section she picked up the one but it was heavier than she expected it to be, she was unable to lift it up. Placing it back in its place she stepped forward and picked up the light weighted sword, slim and Easy to fight with.

Fane took a deep breath, deciding that he no longer wanted to waste time on them. He shot up into the air as he formed multiple seals, materializing 100 Soul Swords in front of him. The Soul Swords glowed with gray runes and radiated with the power of the soul that flowed within the Soul Swords. If one was to look closer, it was as if countless little snakes slithered around the Soul Swords. Joaqim and Josui exchanged looks and saw the disdain they felt for the other side.

He also felt a sharp prick of cold on his skin where he made contact with Valienne's body even through the layer of clothes he wore and the spirit energy that naturally flowed throughout his body. A new ice sword materialized in Valienne's left hand. Rion jerked back violently to evade the attack, releasing his hold on the celestial demon. He managed to avoid getting his neck cut. Instead, the sword sunk into his left shoulder, then it scrapped down his chest before Rion could move back further. Valienne got up with two ice swords gripped tightly in her hands. She watched Rion stumbled back two more steps, clutching the fresh wound on his shoulder. Valienne could hear him suppressed a pained

Sidia was momentarily distracted by the work of art, but Marcus brought her attention back quite easily. "This shelf here contains all the works on the short sword, long sword, rapier, and scimitar. There are other sword types of course, but most of what Severus has collected has to do with the ones I mentioned. Feel free to peruse, and I will leave you to it, Your Grace." Marcus' tone suggested finality in their conversation, and for a moment, Sidia's chest tightened with disappointment. Had they really come all this way for nothing?