Unguard Sword Fight Novels & Stories

I unsheathed my sword, Althea, to face several individuals who were about to attack me. Four people, all sword users, simultaneously and without coordination, launched their assault. *Clang! *Clang! The sound of sword clashes reverberated throughout the guild hall. I directly parried the initial two sword strikes directed at me by positioning my sword diagonally. I took a moment to gauge the strength of their attacks, concluding that they were mere beginners and amateurs. Adding a slight push through my swords, I sent both of them staggering and falling. In the meantime, within a fraction of a second, the remaining two individuals attacked me with faces full of hatred. Just like before, I ca

I confirmed the dark energy when they unsheathed their swords, and it radiated a form of dark energy. “Ah… demons.” I chuckled. I turned to look at Scarlett, and I signalled for her to shift back. She did almost immediately, looking bothered about me. I stepped in front of Scarlett and raised my sword. The first guard rushed me with his sword. His moves were sharp and fast. He must have a lot of experience with this. I slid under his swing, grabbed his arm, and snapped it. His sword fell, and before he could even cry out, I drove my sword into his chest. His body shook, and he fell to the floor.

Luca yelled, voice tense. Ghost gritted his teeth, heart hammering. “Too late for that!” A man lunged at Ghost from behind. Before he could react, Luca tackled the attacker, disarming him with brutal efficiency. Their bodies collided in the scramble, the proximity electrifying. Ghost’s hand brushed against Luca’s chest, and for a split second, the world narrowed to only the two of them life and death, trust and instinct, chaos and connection. A new figure appeared, emerging from the shadows, a flash of movement and a rifle trained on the attackers.

He untied the scarf on his head and tied the stone to the staff, such that it was dangling at the end like a loose ball. “Let’s start with this one,” The second guard blared his teeth at the boy who had pleaded earlier. His sword sparkled with the bright light of the sun as he raised it up and brought it down with a strong force, aiming for the boy’s head. There was a loud clang as metal met stone. Surprised covered the second guard’s face as he tried to register what was happening. But Ginika did not give him a chance. He swerved his staff like the expert he was and struck the guard’s jaw, sending flying to the far end of the clearing.

They also would know about Ben's engagement to Meg, they undoubtedly thought she was Ben's mate, I wasn't about to tell them otherwise. One of the boys, Will, had blood running down his temple, a direct clash with his sparkling blue eyes. He had faced the reigning champion in the ring and lost. I itched for action as yet another wolf limped away from the ring, the same champion still prowling about, waiting for the next challenge. Will saw me admiring his wound and he looked me up and down, "Do you fight Carrie?" I opened my mouth to answer but I was beaten to the chase.

Like a fencing match, Logan and Ronald bowed to one another and assumed fighting stance. It was Ronald who took the first initiative, swinging his sword toward's Logan's head and missing abysmally. Logan raised his weapon and tapped Ronald on his unprotected side, showing everyone just how unprotected this man was. Two other sweeps were made, but in the end, Logan flung Ronald away. He landed a little away, sitting on his butt and looking on in astoundment. The sword was laid across Ronald's throat. He made a long pause before hanging his head and yeilding.

“Come on, fight me. Fight me.” The guard rushed at me again. Unlike our last training session, he had one sword instead of two. Perhaps the fact that he had opted for one should have given me even it was a tiny bit of relief, but it didn't. Why? His new sword was definitely sharper and longer than the last, the tip of the blade catching the sunlight every now and then.

The hand had been punctured by Adrian's knife, and the elbow was bent at a hideous angle. The guard flopped onto his back, clawing at the ground with his good hand. He was screaming and crying his voice filled the whole arena Adrian retrieved his forgotten longsword from the sand and knelt beside the downed guard. With a grunt, he shoved his blade through the space between the guards armour and ran it through the guards shoulder causing a loud scream to fill the grounds, the guard trashed around before his body went still, he had passed out. Adrian held is long sword in his hand and faced the crowd of soldiers that gathered to watch the fight,

Hopefully the slight immunity he’d built up would serve him in good stead now. The Haunt nearest him, a huge female, lunged at him as the dancers withdrew to circle the fighters. He swung out to block her blade with his. His sword passed through hers, finding no more substance than smoke. The lack of resistance threw him off balance, and a blow struck him full in his unprotected ribs. *** “Don’t panic!” Jasmine clamped a hand on Andrea’s wrist before she could dash down the stairs and out to the field. As she spoke, Mathin recovered from the blow and countered, actually hitting his attacker this time.

Instead, a crackling blue web of lightning grew off the side of my forearm, making the shape of a shield. I blinked at it. “Uh…” The guard reared back his leg with the clear intent to kick me in the face and send me falling back into my pit. Wincing against the approaching pain, I lifted my arm to shield myself, and my attacker screamed in pain when he crashed into it, vibrating as if he were being electrocuted by lightning before he tumbled to the ground, still twitching and moaning. “Sorry, my bad,” Farrow called from below. “I had that backward. Apparently, the right one is the sword, and the left is the shield.”