Sword Vs Saber Novels & Stories

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

There was only a limited supply of them, and they were capable of carrying an array of weapons such as knives, darts, daggers, darts, and even a sword if the situation called. I take three knives and a dagger from the weaponry as my weapons of choice, although my one and only love, was the sword. I didn’t think a sword would be necessary today, and it would hinder my speed because I favor the long sword rather than the short sword. “Alright, team,” I state as every finishes getting ready, “Let’s head out.”

Only then could he feel satisfied enough. There was no enmity between the two, but they just fight for the title, which was destined to push them to the opposite side. Dragon's sword moves were dense, and its imposing manner had reached its peak. However, Sannuit's sword was unstoppable, and the momentum of the sword had also reached its peak. There was no way back for this sword strike, and it would hurt both the other part and himself. In contrast, Sannuit was even more extreme while Dragon was stabler.

But Sable matched him blow for blow, her every strike imbued with a righteous fury that pushed her beyond the limits of her physical abilities. The clash of their swords echoed through the battlefield, a testament to the sheer power and determination of both combatants. Sable could see the surprise flicker in Zephyr's eyes as he struggled to match her relentless assault. His dark aura wavered, disrupted by her unwavering resolve. With each parry and counterstrike, she chipped away at his defenses, inching closer to victory. As their duel intensified, Sable's mind flashed back to the countless battles they had fought to reach this pivotal moment. She remembered the trials they had faced toget

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

Tai felt a huge force coming from his hands, pushing his body back uncontrollably. After a red long sword collided with his big saber under his eyes, it cut a gap in his saber. However, the red long sword was unscathed. His saber was the best among high-level Soulbound Weapons, but it was actually destroyed by a thin long sword. ‘Is that a first-rate Soulbound Weapon? ‘How can that be?’ His saber was about to be broken by the long sword. Once the saber was broken, the long sword would hurt him. Tai’s body would not be able to handle being touched by such a treasure.

They both smiled. Ashvell flipped through the books one by one. He already stopped trying to read the titles. "You know who could really help you with these?" Cassana and him both shared a look, then they turned their heads to the door. ════════════════════════ "Is scythe a weapon?" Robb inquired, while reading through a small tome in his hands. The three were now seated around a table. The pile of papers on top had grown reasonably taller.

The blade was searing hot in the muscle of her shoulder it amplified the pain twice stronger. The sword was brimming with spirit energy. Spirit energy and demonic energy essentially had the opposite nature. The spirit energy was on the warmer and brighter side, while the demonic energy was on the darker and colder side. That was why the wound caused by a demon in a human's body could be really fatal if didn't treat correctly, and vice versa. The sword piercing Valeinne's shoulder right now was a spirit weapon. Even if it wasn't imbued with spirit energy, the wound would be bad enough. With the spirit energy suffused on its surface, it was worse.

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,