Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

He kissed my forehead and vanished. Something whizzed past my head and just grazed my ear, I saw Ketet randomly throwing objects … no, shuriken! Throwing stars, made of silver. When did she get so adept at using human weapons?! They were actually a favorite of Godfrey's. Of course you had to wear gloves. Everyone cleared away from her quickly but it wasn’t because of the stars. Several shifters in their human forms ran up behind her with flame throwers, hah! “We have weapons too, bitch,” I yelled, then realized I still felt pretty weak and lost my step.

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

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

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

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.

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.

The war had been raging for days, a relentless dance of death and survival that had pushed both sides to their limits. Liam's chest heaved with each breath as he wielded his sword with precision and strength. His movements were fluid, a deadly dance of offense and defense as he parried blows and struck down adversaries. Around him, his pack members fought with unwavering loyalty, their eyes fixed on their alpha as they battled against a formidable foe.

[Mana: 3100/3100] [Strength: 85] [Psychic power: 32] 【Defense: 71】 [Speed: 84] [Knowing: 7] [Heart protection: 10] [Fire resistance: 5] [Dodge: 11%] [Swordsmanship Qualification: +10%] [Alchemy Qualification: +50%] [Heart Technique: Heaven's Growth Heart Sutra (22% for beginners)] [Movement skills: Shadow Step (22% for beginners), Mist Rush (11% for beginners)] [Martial skills: Frost Moon Slash (11% for beginners), Phoenix Feather (0% for beginners)] [Equipment: Spirit·Sword Sect Attire, Spirit·Scarlet Cloud Sword, Spirit·Converging Spirit Jade Pendant, Spirit·Stone-sinking Ring, Spirit·Cloud-treading Boots, Spirit·Rhino Fragrance Belt, Spirit·Hundred Refinements Ring, Spirit· Wind Bracelet]