Sokka Space Sword Novels & Stories

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each hand. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was time to stop hiding my power. It doesn't even matter if I kept reserving it; those assholes already know about me. Letting out a great guttural cry, "Soul sword," I yell. Before I could even take a step, my bow and arrow disappeared, then appeared again with the rune sword. Gathering all the strength in my leverage, I raised my sword high above my head, and I could feel the end of the sword nearly touching my back. "The Smith God of War," I said again, lowering the sword.