Shortsword Of First Blood の小説・ストーリー

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

The blade was the only thing keeping it from snapping my face off. Its weight pressed me down, and its saliva dripped onto my face. “Get off!” I screamed, twisting my blade to the side. The edge cut its chest, making it howl. I managed to scramble to my feet. As it prepared for another attack, I swung the sword with all my might, aiming for its neck. The blade cut deep into its flesh, and it growled, falling to the ground. I did it. I had my first—my first kill.

They rushed in blindly on impulses and Shane shook his head. The first blade came from the left, fast and desperate, and Regaleon did not even look at it. His hand shot out, catching the man’s wrist mid-swing before twisting sharply. Bone cracked loudly and the sword fell. In the same breath, Regaleon drove him backward into another attacker, sending both crashing to the ground.

They engage into short-range battles and melee attacks. One of the students with a bright red hair holding a great-sword made out of flames dodge to the left when he saw the coming acid attack, with a big grin on his face he lifts his whole body upward and at the same time swinging his greatsword diagonally. Halata sa mukha nito na nag-eenjoy. He landed on the left arm of the monster. The monster let out a loud shriek when the attack landed on his shoulder. Leaving a big wound and sprouting out blue-colored blood.

Anna commanded. The shopkeeper stepped forward, the ritual knife gleaming. As the blade sank into Killian’s side, a guttural scream tore from his throat even in his unconscious state. Anna clamped her mouth over his to stifle the sound, her fangs nicking his lip as she began the agonizing process of the Bloodletting.

But she slices through my flames like butter, her swords of silver cutting the wolf down in an instant. The pain reverberates back to me. My arms quake, but I hold steady, swaying just a touch. She raises her swords over Soren, and I… I… A burst of shadow covers the island in darkness before an explosion of power explodes, knocking me and the Viper to the ground. Grandpa Ryatt appears in silence, his face set in determination as he wields the Shadowsword, it’s hilt inlaid with gems glowing bright, and swings, metal singing as it splits the air around us into pieces.

He acted as if the wound on his back didn’t even bother him. “Oh… do you want to have a close combat?” First cracked her neck and created her own version of the fire 2H axe. Her red eyes were laced with so much menace so much it affected the atmosphere around her. “Come.” Unlike Shadow, First hated long chats. She loved to torment people with physical violence. BAM! Both of them kicked the air and rushed toward each other. BOM! Two massive powers collided together.

I looked at the dark oil on Lucas’s blade. I leaned down and picked up a simple wooden shield. No crest. No history. Just oak and iron. My right hand found the hilt of a short sword. Balance was off. It was too light. "Die!" Lucas didn't wait for a signal. He lunged. The heavy broadsword whistled through the air. I stepped back, the tip of the steel missing my chest by an inch. He swung again. Horizontal. A decapitation strike. I ducked. The air from the blade ruffled my hair.

The crowd gasped. The First Blood had finally revealed why he was feared. And it was terrifying. --- Unfortunately, the assassins weren't targeting Lucien. They were targeting Elara. A silver-bladed dagger flew toward her. Magic surrounded the weapon. Ancient runes burned along its surface. Designed specifically to kill supernatural beings. Elara reacted instantly. A barrier of blue magic appeared. The dagger shattered against it. Before she could recover, three more attackers charged. Big mistake. Golden light flashed within her eyes.