Sword Draw Novels & Stories

Tears fell freely from her swollen black eyes, streaming down her bruised cheeks. "Who did this?" I questioned in annoyance as i instantly lost my temper. "They..." She began but couldn't continue as she winced in pain. A sharp knife cut had struck her by the side of her jaw. "Take it easy," I said calmly. "Who did this, Cam." "They," She said again, lifting her bloody fingers and pointing to something behind me. I looked back and from the woods emerged two men and one lady. Although it was dark, it took me less than three seconds to recognize them.

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

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."

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

said Papa Bois. “You’re saying I can’t draw the Vermillion Sword and Titan cannot wield the Crimson Axe even when faced by the ligahoo?!” Snapped Hayden. Papa Bois nodded serenely. “But I can use a different sword? Just not this one?” Clarified Hayden, drawing the Vermillion Sword. The metal sang as it hit the air. The sword seemed to almost pulsate in the presence of the Bow. Hayden stared at the sword as it began emitting the same glow as the Amber Bow.

The laughter sounded polite enough, but the greatsword in his hand was already out, and he swung it down in a single brutal strike. The man's action was anything but polite.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

I’ll make this work. Danial’s grip tightened on the rusty sword, his muscles coiling as he prepared to swing. He was determined to practice the Sword Drawing technique, despite the less-than-ideal circumstances. The sword was worn, his surroundings desolate, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. He positioned his feet carefully, recalling the intricate steps from the technique the System had downloaded into his mind. But just as he raised the sword for his first slash, something shifted in the air.