Novel & Cerita Skimming Blade Set

Creidhne piped in, “I had him add that bit of serration at the back cause one can always find a use for that.” “Yes, yes. But here is the important bits. There is a double inlay of silver along both the blade here,” he indicated two lines on either side of the blade, “ and then several throughout the handle. These will make it so no werewolf can hold the blade, and it will be extra effective against one. The skysteel will also be very effective against a magic-user. It naturally mutes magic when it cuts, so do be careful with it.” I stared in awe at the dagger.

I eventually picked up both before moving over to the table holding the knives. All sorts of blades laid there, their steeles ever so shiny. Cleavers, slicers, carving forks, you name them. I picked up a cleaver, two slicers, a cheese knife and a pair of scissors. I threw all of them into the backpack, the guns inclusive. I grabbed two chains before climbing back up the stairs.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

“You little—” Skye stood in front of Max, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing. “You lay one more finger on him,” she growled, “and I will break your nose myself.” Rowan blinked, shock washed across his face then anger. He rose unsteadily to his feet. “I should break you for touching me.” Skye reached into her boot and pulled out the small silver blade she always kept there. Rowan took one look at the shining metal and froze. Skye stepped closer, pressing the blade against her thigh, ready to attack.

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

The blade is serrated, and I notice three notches missing as I bend down closer to look at it. “Fucking shit.” I mutter. “What?” a healer asks. “Serrated. And it’s damaged.” My heart sinks, thinking there may be loose silver pieces lingering in his now gushing neck wound. He takes his gloved hand and grabs the blade, moving closer to the light to get a better look at it.

“Tell me more.” “A standard blade is either 1/2 inch or a full inch. You have to special order a 1/4 inch or get it from a certain brand. A 1/4 inch is more the size of a pocket knife or paring knife, none of which would make those marks.” “What does that tell us?” I was quiet for a moment. “Dad has a signature knife used for torture.” Cade nodded. “What else did you notice about the cuts?” “One side was jaggard, like it was a serrated, but not in a normal way. Almost like it is twisted. The other was straight, but at an angle.”

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”