Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

It gave a much bigger boost to combat power than the scythe he had been using. Victor stored the scythe in his cargo pod and switched to the thermal greatsword. The thermal greatsword was a two-handed sword. It was eight meters long and nearly a meter wide. It weighed twice as much as the scythe, but it was also more powerful. "I'm so jealous of you close-combat fighters. Your weapons look so impressive," Jodi said a little enviously. "You'll also get good weapons later," Victor reassured her. He didn't say that just to placate Jodi. Ranged mecha weapons were also very powerful, they just hadn't dropped yet.

The titanium broadsword came down in a vicious, whistling descent that sliced through the gray sleet. I didn't step back into the deep ruts of the slush. Dropping my weight beneath the sweeping arc, I thrust my forearm upward, the heavy platinum signet ring on my finger catching the flat of the metal blade with a harsh, ear-splitting clang. The shockwave of the impact rattled my teeth, but my dual-lineage core converted the mechanical jarring into a burst of raw, protective adrenaline. Before the mercenary could adjust his balance for a secondary thrust, I drove my calloused fist straight through the center of his reflective visor.

"Custom piece from the specialized gear unit. This side houses standard micro-rounds, but the other half is loaded with high-density tranquilizer darts. Flip the selector switch to the left, and whoever gets tagged sleeps like a rock for seventy-two hours straight. Flip it to the right... and they sleep indefinitely." He reached into the foam casing and lifted a heavy, brushed-titanium lighter, flicking the cap open with a sharp clack. "This little guy looks like a classic windproof lighter, but it’s actually a localized pressure explosive. Compact, completely non-magnetic, and packs enough force to take down a load-bearing wall if you set it right. And then, there’s this."

She pressed a small, weighted silk pouch into my hand. "The Phantom Blade won't be enough tonight," she whispered, her voice a cold, efficient rasp. "Use this when the lights go out again." I opened the pouch. Inside was a high-frequency disruptor—a device designed to fry synthetic nervous systems. "They're coming for the mother, Elena," Sarah said, her eyes boring into mine. "Not the child. Make your choice." Outside, the first explosion rocked the North Wing, and the floor tilted beneath my feet. I gripped the disruptor, the cold weight of the metal biting into my palm.

He put it back in the bag with a sad look on his face and at that moment I knew why Tala scared me sometimes. “You get what you pay for,” Bo said as he sat on a couch and played video games. “Gear up kid,” Levi said and I unpacked the second bag. Mine had a shoulder holster in and I put both guns in the holster and put my jacket on over it. It felt oddly comfortable and I looked at the hooked blade of the Karambit knife. I had always used a normal straight bladed knife. “So the people dying tonight, what you being paid for them?” Bo asked Levi.

The transport swerved violently, the driver fighting to keep the heavy tires in the mud. "Get off my rig!" Jax bellowed. The massive Revers President didn't shoot. He matched speed with the swerving transport, riding his chopper dangerously close to the massive tires. With a feral roar, Jax stood up on his foot pegs, drew his humming, blue-phased gear-axe, and swung it in a brutal upward arc. The phase-blade cleanly severed the front legs of the Stalker clinging to the cab. The beast shrieked, falling backward under the heavy rear treads of Captain Reyes's crawler, ending the threat instantly.

His switchblade caught the blinding midday sun as he lunged, a cold, surgical flash of steel. Twelve years of mandatory dawn sparring sessions took over. I didn't think; I reacted. I sidestepped the thrust, driving a precise uppercut into his diaphragm. The sickening whoosh of expelled air mingled instantly with a faint whimper from Abby. She felt lighter than my empty briefcase when I swept her up. The sweet, clean scent of her strawberry shampoo briefly cut through the heavy stench of mildewed upholstery wafting from the van. “Seventy-five grand.” I began backing away, moving toward the wooden structure of a lifeguard stand. Abby’s tiny sneaker brushed against my throbbing wrist. “Untracea

JAYSON'S POV (Continued) I quickly move away from there, and by the time I take my eyes to where I saw Cherry last, i can't find her anymore. I sigh and move to the wine area, picking up some expensive ones and moving to the cutlery area located close to the wine area, I pick some really expensive mugs, wine glasses and carefully put them in my trolley to avoid them from breaking. I'm about leaving the area, but turning left I collide with someone moving straight towards me, and if not for my strong composure, I would have fallen.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

I bark. Silas is a blur of frayed iron and sparking steel. He slams into a support beam, using the momentum to swing upward, his heavy blade grinding through the lead drone’s ceramic casing with a screech that vibrates through my teeth. The machine sputters, trailing black pixels as it hits the floor.