Romans & histoires Sword King In A Woman World

“The conditions being — a request for a royal duel was indecently made to a female member of the royal family. Second, it’s common sense that a woman is weaker in strength and strategy than a man.” Woah! That stung. I was weak, but women were not weaker than men. “Prince Hikari has exceptional sword skills, while luna has never wielded a sword in her life.” Who said that? I have wielded a sword before. “The margin of skills, physique and strength between the two of you is outrageously huge. Thus, with the majority consent of the dukes and the royal male members of the family, your request is hereby…” Before Morfan could pronounce the word ‘declined,’ Hikari said.

She uses the momentum of the sword’s weight coming forward to lift her body and land her right foot on the woman’s knee for leverage. The offensive move catches the woman off guard, making her stumble back. Kas roars and plunges the sword deep into her heart. The woman’s blood-curdling scream lasts forever, but it’s gone in an instant. Her body fades into the ether when Kas pulls the sword out, making Kas drop to the ground.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Therefore, even if she looked lean, she had quite toned muscles beneath all those layers of clothes. She rarely smile, but her facial feature was delicate and her almond-shaped eyes made her look soft. There was a beauty mark under her left eye. This made those people (mostly men) often underestimate her. Before she proceeded to beat their ass. Ludriev spun on one heel and used the momentum to swing her sword down strongly. Rion raised his own sword to deflect her. He heard a low but crisp 'clink', and glanced a little at his sword. There was a small crack on the weapon.

Her eyes looked down, trying not to make eye contact. The doctors and the nurse also gazed at the door from where she stood. Even the chubby woman noticed that Tobias's attention was directed elsewhere. Because none of them was paying attention to the chubby woman, they both didn't notice the woman attacking her. They were both caught off guard when the woman slapped both her cheeks. Minah was at a loss for words in great shock. “Good thing you’re here. Guess I don't need to fly to the Philippines to give that to you! This was so satisfying. I've been holding myself back for years!”

Jumping to her feet alarmed she changed her stance at the ready to fight head on with the new opponent that had arrived. “Lacey go!” someone yelled from behind Rex and instantly the flash that flew past him before came into sight and it was another beautiful woman with long flowing blonde hair, curvy body who brandished a shiny short sword in her hand. The moment the order came she nodded and immediately tuned on her heel and engaged the woman Rex had been fighting before. As Rex sat up and watched this new woman called Lacey, she seemed to be on par with his opponent from before, being able to weave in and out of the fight while using her sword like it was an extension of her own body. Shor

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

There is a medium-range green dragon by his back, two humans on top of it, and two beside him. “Aw, how sweet,” said a seemingly at her mid-30s woman as she sat on top of the dragon. “The slayer has a prince charming. I’m so jealous.” She uttered in a flirty way. She’s the only woman in the group and has short brown hair. She has a well-built figure with a scimitar sword attached to her belt.

Now she was a woman he would be proud to call his Queen. “I have something for you,” he mumbled. Archer’s helper walked in with the sword he had formed for her wrapped in a black velvet cloth. “I had this made for you.” “What?” Adalia pulled away the cloth. Her jaw dropped as her fingers smoothed over the crystals on the black hilt. It was magnificent. “I love it.” Liora burst into the room a stern look on her face. “You are letting her fight,” it was an accusation more than it was a question.