Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Rogart said dryly, flipping his right hand. A Purple Category long sword appeared in his hand and he charged at Skylar. The long sword was dark blue in color, leaving a blue afterimage in the air wherever it passed. It was extremely gorgeous, and it was also a Purple Category weapon. Skylar chuckled. He was not interested in wasting time in inconsequential talks. He launched himself up in the air and began dueling Rogart! The battle got many fervent onlookers hooked. "Both of them are using Purple Category weapons!"

"Be quick!" A huge fan appeared in Agatha's hand and rushed inside the boundary, launching a merciless killing spree. Alex then came in. Agatha also guided those from the Cultivation Alliance who followed her into the boundary. Alex saw Agatha's fan, which was incomparably sharp. It rotated, sometimes as a rotary flying knife, sometimes as a sharp sword in the hand. There was almost no enemy to fight against this anywhere. In fact, it was a large swath of harvest. Alex, too had good speed. He swayed like a rainbow with the Immortal Butcher and True Martial Tyrant Sword in hand.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

Blades and shards of gold spun through the air, suspended for a moment in a deadly, whirling dance, before clattering to the ground between us. Raphael's bold move signaled a decisive escalation in our battle, and I welcomed the challenge. "It's about time," I thought, a fierce grin spreading across my face. With a swift, decisive motion, I slammed my hand downward, summoning a black bullwhip that erupted with dark, flickering flames.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"You may choose your weapon. The first to bring their opponent to the ground and hold them at mercy wins. Any dishonorable conduct will result in immediate disqualification.” His gaze swept them both. “Begin!" Arielle chose her standard longsword, the familiar weight steady in her hand. Seraphina, surprisingly, bypassed the standard blades for a pair of beautifully weighted steel fans that looked like jewelry until they were opened to reveal razor-sharp edges. They began to circle. "There is still time to surrender, Arielle," Seraphina hissed, the fans clicking open with a sound like a thousand teeth. "Save yourself the embarrassment of having to kneel before me, begging.

LUCIAN The sword fight that had erupted was not a structured battle, but a swirling, violent anarchy. My focus was not on the three Shadowfang warriors actively trying to turn my chest into a pincushion; it was entirely on the silhouette of Selena, visible just ahead of me as she weaved through the desperate, clashing bodies.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks