Unguard Sword Fight Novels & Stories

He warned, grabbing a sword of his own from the guards. I wasted no time, I crashed into him, fighting as hard as I could. It wasn’t just the sword, I clawed at him at every opening —no matter how little, I made use of everything because I knew that if I let my guard down for even a second, my supposed Uncle wasn’t going to hesitate to kill me. The sounds of the crashing sword echoed in the air like cymbals of a musical band. It became a dance as we maneuvered around one another, using perfect leg work and tactics. I wasn’t relenting and my anger only grew stronger with every passing second.

She swung her sword fiercely, meeting the attack of a guardian head-on, feeling the heat of combat spike around her. The guardians moved in unison, but the crew matched their rhythm, each member playing their part as they fought side by side. Amelia ducked low, narrowly avoiding a swipe from a guardian’s massive sword, the rush of air whistling by her ears reminding her of the stakes at hand. “Focus on their weak points!” she shouted, swinging her sword in a counterattack, her muscles alive with the fight as she pushed back against the powerful entity.

Edgar swung his sword from an unexpected angle, aiming to break through Adrian’s defenses. Adrian sneered and said, "You must have a death wish!" Suddenly, a sword energy appeared in Adrian’s hand, transforming into a radiant arc that shot forward and tore through everything in its path. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Edgar was taken aback, his gaze filled with disbelief as he watched Adrian unleash a technique he couldn’t fully comprehend. He forced himself to calm down and said, "No matter how clever your techniques, I’ll still kill you!" With that, he swung his sword again, and this time, he believed that he'd land a fatal blow. However, Adrian remained standing calmly. He releas

Get ready. Kyra was surrounded by a fierce wind as the room grew dark. The appearance of the guardian changed and expanded, turning into a large figure covered in darkness. His eyes glowed with a mysterious brightness while he wielded a huge, old sword. Kyra deeply inhaled, focusing her energy. The feeling of her friends' stares on her was heavy, but their silent backing empowered her. She strengthened her hold on her sword and advanced to confront the guardian. The initial collision of their swords created a seismic wave in the chamber, with the noise bouncing off the stone walls. Kyra executed her actions with trained accuracy, each motion planned and intentional. The guardian launched str

He pulled his sword and ran too, but Wiggy immediately blocked also with a drawn sword. "Your dealings with me, Brother!" Edmund gritted his teeth. "Stop calling me Brother!" The man exclaimed while swinging the sword at Wiggy who swiftly parried. Wiggy and Edmund begin to fight swords. The two of them were very good at playing the pointed iron, parrying and stabbing each other. The sharp metal plates collided with each other causing bright sparks, as well as a deafening creak.

(VERA’s POV) The guards watched in awe as the two men fought on, their swords clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks. It was a duel for the ages, a battle of strength and skill that would only end with one man standing. As the duel raged on, it seemed that neither man could gain the upper hand. They were evenly matched, their swords striking each other with a force that sent shockwaves through the air. But slowly, Sigurd began to gain the advantage. His sword sliced through Briggs' defenses, striking him with precision and skill. Briggs stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear as he realized he was beaten.

He said as he slid his arm around my waist and tried to pull me to my feet. My knees were weak, preventing me from properly standing up. "Come on, Love. Be strong for me." He said as he dragged me through fight. Barlion still had his sword in his left hand, stopping once in a while to defend the two of us. The guards tried to get to us, to surround us and get us to safety, but the masked men wouldn't allow them to. I could still hear the people around us, not really getting involved in the sword fight, but throwing stones at those trying to harm us.

“Fight!” The crowd of spectators cheers at the same time that the man rushes towards me. He swings his broadsword and I dodge to the left, missing me by a hair’s breadth. I counter by thrusting my sword forward, aiming for his exposed shoulder joints. He parries with ease and strikes back, the force of his attack sending shockwaves down my arm. I take a step back, regaining my composure as he advances once again. This time, I feint to the right and quickly pivot to my left, slashing at his unprotected knee joints. The crowd roars as my blade makes contact, biting into him and drawing blood.

The guard tried to attack but left an opening so minuscule that I never imagined someone would be able to get close. But he did. And the sword went through the guard with ease. Axlan paused to look at me, noted the amusement on my face instead of the horror. This spurred him on to go even faster. Drive harder against the second guard. Metal clashed with sparks around them. Axlan grunted from the force. Hurriedly stepped backward and swung again. This time, the guard kicked out his leg as he dodged, effectively tripping Axlan. He got on top of Axlan in a heartbeat. Aimed to shove the sword through him in the next.

It was a bright new morning for Alpha Coast and Fred as they challenged each other to a sword fight. In the sport’s room, Alpha Coast held a sword in his hand while Fred stretched his body ready for the fight. “Are you ready to lose” Fred winked at him. “I never lose” Coast boasted and the fight began, Fred took the first leap in the air to strike him but Coast blocked it with his sword pushing it back to Fred, Fred bent down attacking his feet but he jumped and stepped on the sword with his at Fred’s throat.