Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

To him it was a chance to grow even further. “Sigh. What has been done has been done. We stand before each other as enemies, so talking does no good. Who would have thought that a day like this would come?” Old Fan had a bitter smile on his face as he walked forward, moving towards Asherah with the steely conviction of a man going to war. Old Fan chuckled as he moved before stretching his hand into space and pulling a sword out of nowhere. The sword was as beautiful as the ceremonial blades of the greatest empires. It was embedded with jewels on both its blade and hilt, and every single stone that adorned it was of the highest quality and purity. It was a sword that took away the splendour o

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.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs. "Don't talk too much, Quickly attack kkam!" Khalid exclaimed in a voice full of anger. the two fought while defending against hundreds of the world's foremost warriors. After exchanging hundreds of moves, and the two of them breathing heavily, the pile of corpses under their feet began to interfere with both Khalid and Chyou Chen's movements. "What a terrifying power," Zou Fan grumbled, shaking his head. These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them.

With a quick flourish of his hand, Telagus produced a green-handled, black-bladed sword that hissed slightly when it appeared in his grasp. ‘Rex, I must shield your companions before he…’ Fafnir started to growl at the same time Telagus dashed towards Lacey at an incredible speed, quickly flicking his wrist to slash across her torso, his action being stopped an inch from her skin by a purple shield, ‘That drew way too much energy to produce without more time to prepare,’ Fafnir growled.

My sword flashed upward, cutting across his arm. “Ahh!" He screamed. I spun and struck his chest, he fell. Another warrior rushed toward me. I stepped backward, avoiding his blade, then kicked him hard enough to send him stumbling. I charged forward and drove my sword through his chest, he dropped. Around me, the battlefield had become a storm of steel and blood. Silver Moon warriors fought beside us, their black armor moving like a single force. Bloodfang warriors fought desperately, trying to push them back. The clash of swords echoed through the battlefield.

Richard had a massive smile on his face for days. Fitness was only a small part of her training. Richard taught her the basics of sword fighting. She could now block, attack and even sometimes hit Richard in practice. Her favourite was sword was the Rapier, a long, light sharp sword. It was quick to move around and it suited Jamie’s personality. But, Richard had demanded that she learned the slash-oriented such as the Broad Sword. Richard expertly showed in one session, that the Rapier’s weakness was when an opponent got past its point. Jamie could hardly say “Well, your 8 pack is distracting me a lot!” Every time Richard got close to her to show a new move, she had to hold her breath to sto

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Her piercing blue eyes glittered like diamonds, and her sharp features were etched with a sense of fierce determination. She stood tall and straight, her armor gleaming in the light. Her breastplate was embossed with a fierce-looking wolf, and she wore matching gauntlets and greaves. A sword hung at her side, and I could see the hilt was decorated with intricate carvings of wolves and stars.