Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

" Then please explain why you have 3 of the same weapons stocked up in your room?" " Because I'm a trio blade user. " " Alright, but then you're using 3 different designs of swords. And each different design you have 3 duplicates of it." " I been training with these swords for years and any slight differences would throw me off my game! Besides, it's not a crime to have spares. " " And how many times have you broken your steel swords?" "..... Fine, you have a point there. Manor 13, Terry 18."

At this instant, the bow transforms into a haladie sword with two cutting edges. Both of its arms held double blades, which it whirled. Sir Fern's actions were lightning fast and pinpoint accurate. He slashed at the oncoming danger by effortlessly swinging his body and the blade. When it collided with two more, both of them disintegrated on impact. As things stood, the camp leader appeared capable of seeing that through. Zeri's cry echoed from the other end of the battlefield as the conflict raged on. Sir Ferns was ready to reply to Zeri when he failed to spot the two attackers sneaking up behind him.

Well, maybe not the whole truth. Tres blinked. “So, like . . . there’s a real sword in there?” James nodded. “Yeah.” “Sweet! Can I see?” Tres exclaimed and jumped up from his seat. “Sure, I guess.” James laid the bag down, unzipped it, and spilled the sword onto the bed. Tres picked it up immediately. “Holy crap! This thing’s heavy,” he said as he unsheathed it and studied the shimmering blade. “Pretty cool. What’s he teaching that stuff to you for?”

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

The reception lady hesitated when she said the kast sentence. "Yes." "I have something to do. Talk to you later!" "Bye." "Allow me to tell you the effects of the weapon. As you can see, each of the short sword has a switch that if you pushed a button under the hilt it will turn into a doubled edged short sword and the purpose of those curved small blades are for you to not injure yourself if you decided to turn it into the double egded style and--" The reception lady stiffened after Seolurrie thrusted her hand in front of her.

At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light. Abelard stands with his back to the rock, His right hand holding his sword and his left holding a small knife. Closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air through the passing wind. Abelard’s eyes get opened sharply. His feet hit the ground with all his might to jump over the rock he was behind, a beautiful somersault like a dancing dolphin.

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?