Unguard Sword Fight Novels & Stories

Reyes said, staring at Logan in his armor, "then you leave me no choice than to fight you." Immediately, Brandon, Reyes' bodyguard, mobilized the guards, and every guard started trooping out. The sound of clashing steel filled the air as the two groups of guards started fighting. The fight was intense and bloody, with swords slicing through the air and striking down soldiers on both sides. As the battle raged on, Logan and Reyes faced each other, their eyes locked in a cold stare. Reyes flew up and slashed Logan's sword away, but Logan quickly recovered and used a sliding technique to pick up another sword.

They came at me at once and I met them head-on. The first guard swung his sword, but I ducked beneath the blade. My claws raked across his arm. He cried out, dropping his weapon as blood sprayed from the wound. The second guard was faster. His spear darted toward me with precision. I twisted to the side and the tip of his spear grazed my shoulder. I retaliated with a powerful swipe that sent him flying in the air. The third guard hesitated, his eyes widened as he watched his comrades fall. I turned to him as my breath came in short, sharp bursts.

Natasha looked up to the sky and waited for any sign of the two men when something came crashing to the ground. The something turned out to be the two captains who where fighting still for the sword. They were like two school children in a school yard punching and kicking and never giving up. They both had a hand on the sword; Garth pulled his arm back and hit the other captain with his palm on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw the third guard. He noticed this time he wasn't nervous to fight these men, after fighting a golden statue men seemed pretty trivial to Marlon. He let them make the first move. The guard on the left swung his ax at him. With ease he dodged the blow while the second guard lunged his sword at him. He avoided that blow by ducKing.

His companion, masked and anonymous, smirked in response, shrugging his shoulders with a nonchalant air. Though he continued to fight the armymen, he refrained from delivering the final blow, his movements now calculated and deliberate. The leader's words seemed to hint at a sinister purpose, a desire to reserve the final, brutal blow for the king himself. The leader navigated through the crowded space with calculated precision, his eyes fixed intently on the king. His sword sliced through the masses, leaving a trail of destruction in its open, until he finally reached the king's bodyguard. The bodyguard stood firm, sword at the ready, and the two blades clashed in a shower of sparks. The me

Laura struck back almost immediately, her perfect bob swaying from side to side The fight continued with more skill than the last time. This time the head guard did manage to hit Laura with a few quick strikes but the kids were watching now, eager to see what else would happen. The clashing of swords with their grunts was the only sound that filled the place, with each one trying to dominate until both swords broke apart in a shower of sparks. The children cheered. I watched Laura as she took a deep breath and then lunged forward, aiming toward the head guard's torso, he blocked the blow easily and stepped aside to kick her square in the chest with a foot. She stumbled backward before recove

They, too, dropped their weapons easily enough. One guard flew at Jate with his sword pointed at his gullet as another advanced from the other side. Jate blocked the quicker of the two but barely swung his weapon around in time to stop the second. Kit held her breath, wishing she’d taken the sword earlier after all so she could be of some help. Jate was kept busy with one man, then the other, but it only took a few moments for him to catch the first guard beneath his sword arm and then, while that guard stepped back to regroup, he disarmed the second man. The first thought better of coming at him again, and his sword clattered to the floor near his boots.

Keeping my face emotionless, I glanced towards Bradley’s way just to hear him yell, “Fight!” I honed all of my senses on my opponent, slowly circling him to see what I could glean off of his emotions or movements. Fast as lightning, Alpha Mason sent a quick right jab my way. Luckily, I was able to immediately duck out of its way, turning as fast as I could to strike him in the ribs with a solid left punch. Stupid Alpha, leaving his side vulnerable...

"You didn't think. That's why you're on the ground. Your guard was too high. You were anticipating a slash from my right. I feinted and came low from the left. You overcommitted." She tossed the practice sword back to him. He fumbled the catch. "Footwork. It's not about strength, it's about balance. Like dancing." "I don't dance, my lady." "You do now." She picked up a second practice blade from against a hedge. "En garde." Makil watched, transfixed. This was no noblewoman's dalliance with archery. This was the language of combat, spoken with a native's fluency. Her movements were economical, precise.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.