Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

I watched as he tossed aside the sword he held that was already stained with the blood of his friend and a question surfaced in my mind. “I hope that is not how I would also lose blood during this training? Like your friend during your play” “I am sure you have enough blood to spare” Huh? “Excuse me??” What the heck did he just say. After a light chuckle “Relax, I was making a joke. We would go light because it’s a training and not a spar. Have you ever used a weapon before?” I enjoyed seeing him without his helmet, if I should add. “Minus the wooden ones we played with as kids?”

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

The kiss started another round of love making, and it was thirty minutes before they returned to the gym. Sheeba was in the ring with Bernard. His hand came out and slapped against the side of her feline head. "Listen to my movement. My hand can't come in without making noise. Use your hearing." His hand came forward again and her head turned. Teeth bit down and instantly released their hold when he yelled. He shook his wounded appendage. "Don't let go next time. You fight the way you practice. I don't want to lose my hand, but anything short of that and Vorlyk will fix me." He slapped her upside the head again and backed away. This time he walked to the side. Her unseeing eyes followed. "Go

And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended. “Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.” Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s. They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before. She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

After getting her thoughts straight, he noticed the smug grin on Luke’s face, making her skin crawl, she badly wanted to wipe that look on his face with her claws, but it might kill him. She widened her legs in a flash, surprising them, but she immediately disappointed them when she used her thighs to grip the man’s legs and twist their body, changing their position. Making Zane sit on top of him while her knees were pressed down on his stomach, her hands pulled his arm and broke it with one swift move. “Zane Fangs wins, Luke Lilac loses! We now have a new champion!” Oliver announced hastily after seeing how severed Luke’s broken arm was. Even if they are werewolves who can generate and heal

The swordsman blocked with his shield and rushed forward. Steel clashed violently. The spear grazed the man's shoulder, drawing blood. The crowd roared. But the swordsman pushed through the pain, slamming his shield into his opponent's chest. The impact knocked him backwards. The sword flashed. The spear fell. The horn sounded. Cheers exploded throughout the arena. The second Fight Two warriors entered carrying twin axes. The fight was savage from the start. Axes collided again and again, sparks flying through the air. One warrior swung with brutal strength, aiming to overpower the other.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.