Novel & Cerita Sword Phighting Fanart

"Look at yourself, Carrie." I glared at him and he met my gaze, forcing me to look down at myself. Admittedly, it was pretty bad. My crop top had become a deep red colour and the material was in shreds, exposing flashes of my purple lace bra. Bloodstained my skin in huge patches and bites and scratches pulled at my skin. I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the split of my bottom lip and the extent of the intense swelling. "Okay, so it was a rough friendly fight, big deal. Dante looked just as bad."

The weight of his sword felt like an extension of his arm, a part of him as vital as his own heartbeat. As the battle horns blared, signaling the start of the assault, Lucian surged forward. The clash of steel and the roar of warriors filled the air. Lucian’s movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he cut through the enemy ranks. His blade found its mark with lethal precision, each strike deliberate and deadly. He did not blink as he took life after life; the faces of the fallen blurred together in a haze of crimson.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

Forgotten swarmed in endless waves, shadows wrapped in metal and flesh, their cries like knives tearing the air. Lucien’s chains burned white-hot as he cut a path through them, every strike precise, every motion shaped by centuries of battle. Ashar’s blade roared with fire, his movements a storm of destruction, cleaving through creatures faster than they could rise. Riven tore through the air above, wings a blur of steel and light, raining death on the swarm. Sethis stood beside Mae, his hands weaving sigils so dark they seemed to drink light, ripping shadows into blades that shredded anything that breached their line.

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

After pondering for sometime, he decided that he will make a knife with the nail of the beast, and sell the tooth, as the length of nail was 7 inches and 5 inches for the tooth. After sorting everything out, Theo start his daily routine of practices, except this time he didn't include the exercise before training. As Theo swing his sword, he felt that how light his body felt, and how easily he can swing the sword now. he can feel the strength of his body, so he stop swinging for a while and decide to check his strength. He went to the nearby tree and punch it as hard as he can. when the punch hit the tree, the tree fell down, completely shattered at the place where the punch connected.

If they wanted to fuck around and be stupid, test the waters well, that was on them. I stood still watching as numerous Shadow vampires, witches and fairies seemed to descend from nowhere, and I also recognized two of Godfrey’s children. He likely called them through their bond, but I was pleased for the support. I bounced around, throwing some fireballs from my fingertips and even conjuring up some various weapons such as shurikens or ninja stars, which were one of Godfrey’s favorite things. Only it was hard for him to touch silver unless he had on heavy gloves.

The one on the right side was holding a long sword with such a tight grip and the one on the left side was holding two daggers in both of his hands. She tilted her head and arced up her lips. ‘How amusing…’ Leen wanted to announce her presence but Lixien had already stopped her from doing so. Leen could only stay low-key and quiet despite the fact that she wanted to shout at the soldiers, who were clapping and cheering for the one they thought would win. Lixien searched for a space where she could watch the fight and stood there with silence. The soldier aimed at each other and the one with daggers, pointed the tips of one of his daggers to his neck, but he hit his dagger with his long sword

The edge of the blade drew a slash that went deeper through the flesh, but before the sword could completely cut the tail, the Sathir pulled it away, roaring out loud, reeling back. Arth found no time to recover as the Sathir’s claws came for him. He parried every attack with the Frostcalibur, but each one slowly grew heavier in his arms. Blade clashed against claws. The powerful blows had pushed Arth back as he continued defending, but then his eyes caught white frost spreading from the wound he had inflicted on its tail. Arth jumped back as far as he could to dodge both wings that tried to catch him. His breath raced, arms wearing off from dealing with the hard blows nonstop. He had to end

Fang reacted instantly, parrying and forcing me to step back. He grinned. “Slower than usual, your highness. Losing your edge?” I smirked. “You wish.” I shifted my stance and attacked. My sword struck against his in rapid succession, driving him back. But Fand was no ordinary opponent, he anticipated my every move, catching my blade in a lock and shoving me away with sheer strength. I barely had time to adjust before he came at me, pressing the advantage. A sharp arch of steel aimed for my shoulder - I ducked. His blade slashed past my ear.