Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

Grabbing a sword from the rack, I swung it with force, letting the motion carry some of my anger away. The blade gleamed in the sunlight as I trained, my muscles working hard to push through the fury clouding my mind. But then, my grip slipped. The sword’s sharp edge nicked my arm, drawing blood. I roared in frustration, throwing the sword to the ground with a loud clang. The pack members around me froze, their eyes wide as they watched me. Some of them would want to watch the betas fight with me, but I just wanted to know I wasn't going crazy.

Penny was so shocked to see the dark dragon could be destroyed easily with just three slashes of light. Not wasting the opportunity, Sophie immediately dashed towards the girl and drew her sword. “Dancing Art, Yellow Crescent Technique,” ​​she said. SWINGG Sophie thrust her sword right into Penny’s stomach. She managed to injure her with the ‘Dancing Art’ typical of the noble witches of the Clonovian ethnics. The black-haired girl fell. “So cool,” Alisa muttered in awe. A cold wind blew, breaking the silence after the fight. Sophie, who seemed to have defeated her, only turned to look at Penny who was lying face down behind her. Her expression was so cold, as if she had gained nothing from t

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her knuckles whitening as she felt the weight of the blade, its cold steel singing a silent promise of power. "Good," Xander acknowledged, watching her closely. He moved with the grace of a panther, his emerald eyes never leaving hers as he circled her, pushing her further into a defensive stance. "Now strike." With a sudden burst of energy, Lyra lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air with a sharp hiss. Xander deftly parried her attack, his own weapon glinting menacingly as it met hers with a resounding clang. Their dance continued, a deadly ballet of flashing steel and raw determination, each move calculated and executed with precision.

Both fighters were panting and spent. “Yield!” Sasha shouted. “Enough wit’ yer bilge! I shall free yer wretched soul by th’incision o’ me steel!” Leaping off his perch into a mid-air roll, Sasha executed a two-handed sword swing that put all his body weight and momentum behind the blow. Captain Fang bent his elbow next to his head and maneuvered his upside-down sabre to protect his shoulder from Sasha’s attack. The clang that their swords made was deafening and rattled both blades.

However, when his eyes finally give their entire attention, he purses his lips, being flabbergasted and speechless. She has a strong body. Her biceps are visible. The scar on her belly has started from her chest to her belly button. He once again touches her skin, feeling the depth of the scar. It's not a mere wound. The wide of the wound is probably 2-3 cm. Usually this kind of scar leaves when people uses swords in battlefield. His eyes glow with dangerous gaze as he covers her body with the blanket and sits next to her for a few minutes. He has always hated the matter of battle. They always use anti-heal sword since Wolves have high self-healing power. So lots of innocent people die becau

Knights are restricted to send a purchased divine battle art to another person, not even another knight. Kalen purchased the Bullet Barrage directly, as he already had a batch of stored bullets for the divine battle art. Not only did he like its versatility, most especially, he was going to look cool using it. Aledos purchased the Berserker Battle Mode, which was also a nice divine battle art. It was one of the most used divine battle arts, it is preferred by melee fighters. Cruz purchased the Elemental Bullet Barrage. It was an unconventional divine battle art; it is just like Bullet Barrage which is preferred by ranged specialists. He chose it as he was already a ranged specialist.

Swords were in their hands and they radiated a dangerous aura as they clashed their swords together. “FANG! FANG!” They cheered in support, while another team called out, “LANNISTER! LANNISTER!” It seemed these were names of the two guys combating swords. They were fast, so fast, almost like a lightening bolt. Flash would be an understatement. My vampire sight drew me in and I slowly moved towards to ring, feeling drawn. Rufus held my hand suddenly, snapping me out of my daze. I looked at him, shuddering.

They both charged forward towards him at the same time and the next second, they could not find him there again. Lucas whistled behind them and before they would look back, he hit both their bodies together and they fell. They both stood up immediately and the first guy decided to attack Lucas. If they didn’t carry out the order their master sent them, they would both be dead anyway. Gripping the knife hard, he made to stab Lucas but just in time, Lucas caught hold of his wrist and twisted it backwards at a right angle and then the wrist and arm were snapped into two. The man’s face contorted in pain and he dropped to his knees, screaming and holding his broken arm.

Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike. The impact rattled through his arms. Kharvek grinned. “Not bad.” The demon swung again. Adrian ducked beneath the strike, stepping inside the general’s reach and driving the pommel of his sword into the demon’s ribs. Kharvek staggered. The court erupted into shouts. Above them all, Vaelreth watched in silence. But inside him, something far less calm was unfolding. The king’s attention followed every movement Adrian made. The precision.