Unguard Sword Fight Novelas e Histórias

A guard looks up at me and frowns. “No one told us you would be coming.” He says, looking at his partner. I swiftly pull my sword off my back, leaving it sheathed as I slam it into the side of his head and kick his partner in the chest, following it up with a whack with the butt of my sword handle. I look around, pleased. That wasn’t too horrible. So far.

The Guardian let out a roar of pain, and turned to face Aric once again. Aric circled around the creature, his sword flashing in the dim light. He felt a sense of clarity and focus that he had never experienced before, as though he could see the Guardian's every move before it happened. He dodged and weaved, striking at the creature with precise, calculated blows. The battle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes. Aric and Kaida fought with all their might, their swords flashing in the dim light. The Guardian was a formidable foe, but they refused to give up.

The guards escorting Alcides exchanged uneasy glances, a hint of confusion crossing their faces. Suddenly, the corridor erupted with the clatter of steel against steel, and the unmistakable sounds of battle echoed. The guards, sensing trouble, halted their march. Alcides, sensing an opportunity, seized the moment. With a swift and calculated move, he disarmed one of the guards, snatching the sword from his hand. As the guards attempted to comprehend the unfolding chaos, Alcides, now armed, attacked with a ferocity honed in the arena. The narrow corridor became a battleground, the clash of blades and grunts of struggle filling the air.

The only way he was ever going to do that is if he killed me first and I was not ready to die. As we fought, I stayed alert and opened my inner ears to hear whatever was going on with Laika. I kept mind-linking her, asking her if everything was okay. Each time I heard her voice, I was renewed with strength, so I fought harder. Khalid lunged at me with his sword, but I defended myself and his sword broke. He took a few steps back and grinned. He tossed his sword away and was ready to fight me without a sword. I tossed mine away because I was not a weak warrior who would face an armless man with a sword.

It’s chaos, bodies clashing, the sound of shots ringing in the confined space. I reach for my sword, my sole purpose to keep Luka shielded, my focus narrowing to keeping him safe. Angus and Daniel fight with a ferocity I’ve rarely seen, their strikes precise and lethal. Rocco and his warriors are a blur of motion, their training evident as they push back against the guards.

His arms were held behind him and his sword hummed slightly in anticipation of what was to come. “Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” Lam mumbled under his breath and swung his sword. A total mismatch it was. A slender sword against a large rod. Yet the result of the clash was very different from what the audience thought that they would see. *Bang*

He was trying to not hit me, so he wouldn't get on my bad side. “Think fast.” I pulled a training sword and a real one from the mini arsenal up the wall of the room. In one swift motion, I tossed him the fake sword, before baring down on him with my real one. He skipped a couple of steps, using the wooden sword to block my attack. I pressed harder against him, and it didn't take long for his sword to start giving way to mine. “Alpha.” The guard was breathless, beads of sweat shining through his almost open helmet. “I think…*

She blocked one strike and used the handle of her blade to hit the other guard in the chest. He fell flat on his back and cheers rose again as they hailed Calla. But the first guard tried again, raising his weapon and high and swinging it down. Calla boobies it but the force pushed her back and her foot slid in the dust. I wanted to rush down to the field and stop the fight but then it was just a spar and a friendly fight, so I watched. The guard looked larger than the rest and with the look on his face, he looked determined. He attacked first and his strike looked strong.

The clang of their swords echoed through the barracks as they exchanged lightning-fast strikes, each showcasing their unique styles and skills. "Your reflexes have improved, Robin!" Adonis exclaimed between parries. "And your footwork is more agile than ever, Adonis!" Robin retorted, a grin playing on his lips. Their banter continued as their blades danced in the air, their movements synchronized and fluid. The clash of steel, the thud of their boots, and their lively conversation created a symphony of sound and energy in the barracks. As the duel progressed, their camaraderie shone through. They cheered each other on, offering advice and encouragement amidst the intensity of the fight. Thei

He made no move to attack Boro though, so Boro sheathed his blade. "That was a fair duel, as anyone of these fine people can attest" Boro replied, arms spreading out to the people in the crowd. Those people, however, averted their eyes and began to leave the area. Boro had already sheathed his sword and was turning to go back in to the inn. However the two goons smiled menacingly at something Boro hadn't yet seen. When the crowd began to disperse Boro turned his head just slightly, and saw two guards ran up the street, halberds held out as if to run Boro through.