Sword Phighting Fanart の小説・ストーリー

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.

Franz obliterates them by whipping them. “The same trick won’t do twice!” Franz exclaimed extending the blade to Harz’s direction. Larz welds the blade into a whip and exclaims, ”Sapi Liar! (Wild Bull)” Larz swings the whip catching Franz’s sword blade. Larz lands on the fluffy white feathers platform that had been set by Harz before. Larz tries to pull his whip to at least, dismantle Franz. Harz and Darz take this chance for a counter-attack. Realizing that, Franz lets go of his sword that the blade goes berserk twisting Larz tightly. Franz summons Sunekuo who has turned into his clone. Harz is dashing with his sword launching those white feathers, and Darz is in the midair spinning herself

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.

Each strike and dodge feel effortless, fueled by the quiet power of my Lycan. After a few exchanges, Jason's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting my newfound agility and force. The crowd murmurs, their awe growing as I hold my own. Blake watches, pride shining in his dark eyes, while Skadii hums with satisfaction inside my mind. This duel isn't just a test—it's proof that I truly belong here, standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongest among them.

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

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

My sword slipped from my hand. I didn’t hesitate. I shifted instantly, launching at him in my wolf form, claws slashing through the air. He dodged every attack with ease. Then pain exploded through my shoulder with an arrow. I roared as it pierced deep, blood pouring down my side, but I didn’t stop. I lunged again, determined to tear him apart but this time, he shifted too. His wolf form was massive, powerful, and overwhelming. We collided violently, claws tearing, fangs snapping, our growls shaking the battlefield.