Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

I didn't have the patience for any more delays. He thrust a switchblade towards me that he'd retrieved from his front jeans pocket. I didn't have the presence of mind to question why he was carrying one here "I can't let you go empty-handed. Hide it in the back fold of your jeans and use it only when necessary" he instructed, his tone hard. I shook my head "It'll give me away when they scan me for tracking devices" "It won't. It's ceramic. It won't be detected" he assured me with a confidence that helped to steady my own nerves.

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“We’re looking for the guy who owns this switchblade?” Bets looked at the switchblade, and her eyes widened. Then she looked over to a group of guys who were by far the loudest in the bar. They were all wearing jackets with a werewolf insignia that matched the switchblade. I scanned the group and counted about twenty of them. I gauged I could take six myself, give or take five, but I wasn’t sure about the rest of them.

Even if she wasn't wearing a bodysuit, she would have been fine. "Oh, let me show you then," Xara had a calm smile on her face. She waved her hands and a pair of red and black dual blades entered her hands, the blades were beautifully designed. Both 2'5ft tall and a few inches wide, it was wavy and there were endless small runes and grooves etched into the blade similar to Xasha's own Storm Caller.

I desperately hoped that the wreckage did not contain any of my allies and that they had escaped safely, but now wasn't the time to search for them. Now was the time to bring about an end to Draco's reign of terror. As the dust cleared, I would have given anything to see Draco's face the moment he saw my Spartan standing amongst the field of wreckage, utterly unharmed. "What?" he exclaimed. "That's impossible! You were directly in range! How are you still standing?" "Killswitch targets IRON chips," I responded. I reached my hand up to touch the empty slot in the back of my neck. "the secret of the Spartan is that it doesn't use one to balance."

I giggle. “I heard you mention it to Nico once and filed it away for later use.” I tell him and he kisses my cheeks before returning to his seat and pulling out his gifts: A Microtech Jagdkommando knife and a Boker Swiss Dagger ‘Twisted Damascus’. Beautiful specimens in their own right. “Fuck that Jagdkommando looks deadly,” Nico remarks, then pulls out the gift with a frown. “A Porsche? I have two already,” He says and I flash him a smile.

He instantly broke through the defense line of his enemy and showed up before his daughter in a flash. Slice, slice! Those were the delicate sounds from Ormr Dagger when it was slicing the human body. In the blink of an eye, Tyr had used the dagger to slice through three of his enemies’ necks. Blair was held firmly within Tyr’s arms the whole time. At this time, Leonel, Silver Swallow, and two members of the Jade family’s Eighteen Knights managed to react. Leonel had a swallow-headed design curved blade in his hand, and he slashed it against Tyr’s Ormr Dagger.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

I'm always expecting some kind of attack, and because I have no idea what it could be, I'm on edge about every little thing. "Here," Timmon says, breaking my concentration. He presses something cold and smooth into my palm. "Keep this on you at all times." It's a switchblade. "Timmon," I chide, handing it back to him. "If this is found on me, I could get in serious trouble. I don't need that in my life. It's complicated enough as it is."

He looked entirely, sickeningly amused. "Is that so?" Vane smiled. It was a jagged, terrifying expression that didn't reach his dead, watery blue eyes. "Let us test the structural integrity of your little empire." He raised the small silver remote and tapped a single button. On the massive high – definition screen directly in front of me, the pristine white floor beneath Sloane and Jessica suddenly shifted. A section of the glass tile slid away with a soft, mechanical hiss. Rising from the hidden compartment was a single, gleaming carbon steel combat knife. It was identical to the one I carried strapped to my thigh.