Novel & Cerita Sword Wielders

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword. Mithraos turned back in time to slice open a sword wielder's head. Wars gave him a kind of high that nothing else does. The sound of a conch was heard and all swords were lowered as the sun lowered into the horizon. ----------------- Adharva Malvan raised an eyebrow as he heard of the war in South. "He is stepping out of a line when he touches our ally," said the minister Pahlan. "Indeed," said Adharva as he looked on into the darkness. -------------------

Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on. From Ulfhild's vantage point, the men were evenly matched. Watching the swords swing, hearing the metal clash, and seeing the sparks fly was a sight to behold. The other warriors had formed a large circle around the two fighters and were cheering their favorite on. Surprisingly, quite a few were calling out for Brandur.

My knees gave out. Above us, the red sky darkened as if the moon itself had turned away. Wolves howled across the battlefield, their connection to me fading like a dying flame. The blade slid free from my chest. Warm blood spilled down my skin and over my hands. I pressed my palm against the wound without thinking, as if pressure alone could force fate to change its mind. Across the ruined ground, Kaelor dragged himself toward me, leaving a trail of blood behind him. “Nyxara,” he kept saying.

So before Elijah could act, it immediately grabbed the sword, and Elijah was about to forcefully pull it out of the monster's grasp but before he could do that, it suddenly turned to dust. The beast's iron armor clattered to the floor as they fell and its dust scattered across the floor. The sentinels became even more silent in shock. Elijah frowned. If his suspicion is correct, everyone who touches the sword except him will die. The sacred weapon is something that not everyone can touch. Only the rightful king of Wysteria can touch the sword and the rest will turn into ashes and will never be able to be reborn again.

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.

The warriors staggered back momentarily, fear flickering in their eyes, but soon they formed a barrier, blocking my path. "So, it must be a fight then. I welcome the challenge," I declared, stepping onto my crossed swords and drawing them from their sheaths. The warriors advanced, seeking to restrain me, but with a swift kick to their stomachs, I sent them staggering backward. Other warriors joined the fight, attempting to block my movement, and in a matter of seconds, chaos followed. Swinging my swords with precision, I severed heads from their bodies, crimson blood spattering upon me, though I paid it no mind.

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

Meanwhile, Old Hughes could be seen leading the shadowy figure and a few men across a mountain range that was surrounded by flames. With lava and fire everywhere, it made the mountain not only feel hot, but also rather intimidating… The group was here to help the shadowy figure obtain the Sword of Might, which—just like the Fishgut Sword which was also born in the same generation—was an ancient weapon. While such swords had restrictions as to who was able to wield them, if the sword deemed the user worthy, then the wielder would be granted the sword’s powers, and each sword naturally had different powers.

The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen, the Fire Praying Tribe, and the Sky Hawk Organization started to fight fiercely over the Dragon Slaying Saber and the Sky Tower. Despite initially being allies, the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen and the Fire Praying Tribe began fighting amongst each other. A friendship would never last forever, and only a relationship of benefits would last. The Dragon Slaying Saber and the Sky Tower were part of the Ten Legendary Weapons. Whoever got their hands on them would be able to dominate the world. Hence, no one was bothered whether they were allies or not.