Unguard Sword Fight Novels & Stories

I yelled, wishing someone would hear me above the sounds of the orchestra playing below. “The truth is coming. You cannot run away from it” he repeated like a prayer and pulled me to himself. As I dragged across the floor. I gripped the dresser firmly that he increased his effort to match my resistance and pulled both myself and the dresser. When the furniture was far enough from the wall due to my grip, the sword behind landed with a clang to it. The wooden frame was not strong enough. I needed something else. In a second, I picked the stool I had been sitting in a while ago and lifted it as high as I could before throwing it against his hands.

His sword swept toward my neck. Instinct saved me. I threw myself backward. The blade sliced across the front of my breastplate instead of my throat. Metal screamed. The force knocked me onto one knee. He raised his weapon for another strike. I scooped a handful of loose gravel and hurled it into his face. He turned instinctively. Not enough. Dust and blood filled his swollen eye. He blinked. I surged forward. Our swords collided again. This time I attacked relentlessly. Every strike targeted his injured shoulder.

There, she saw them—two men locked in a vicious fight. One of them was enormous, clad in black, with a broad chest and towering over his opponent. Despite the size difference, the smaller man fought fiercely, landing powerful blows that sent the larger one staggering. Ariana watched intently, her grip tightening around her sword. The smaller man managed to throw the larger one to the ground, but before he could deliver a final strike, his enemy grabbed a sharp object from the ground. In one swift motion, he drove it into the smaller man’s side.

From afar, Mustafa aims at Naim, but they are too fast and there is no time to shoot, he could end up hitting Zayn. Mustafa is afraid, in all the sword fights that the sheikh had with Naim, he never won. He tries to think as fast as possible, approaching slowly without anyone seeing, but it's too late, Naim wounds Zayn in the arm. "Ah!" Even wounded, Zayn continues the fight, the sound of the blades clashing is loud. "Give up and have a quicker death!" Naim shouts. "Never!" Naim makes his final move, Zayn puts the sword in front of his face to defend himself from the blow, with his free hand he grabs his opponent's wrist.

He lightly held the Auros sword and stepped sideward to his left gently with a sudden upwards swing to the sword that is chopping down from above. The collision of the swords emitted red lightning to spark and fly a meter around General Markus. It dazzled the eyes of the two on the right and back which gave General Markus the time to swing his sword backwards to parry the other royal guard that wants to tear his chest apart. Red lightning sparked and ignited the hair of the royal guard as the force from the sword collision caused him to fly off a few meters away before hitting a tree and being knocked unconscious.

Now, there was only one guard left standing between Conner and me. “Do you really want to die today?” I asked Conner's guard, tilting my head to the side. “If that’s what is asked of me,” he replied, his eyes filled with resolve. From his stance, he was from the old guard and experienced. “Then so be it.” I brought my sword down hard at his head, but he caught it with his blade and twisted out of it. Obviously, he was more of a fighter than the other two warriors. I lunged toward him, and he turned away and sliced my arm. Pain filled my body, but I saw nothing but red. I had to end this... now.

Brandishing his sword, he stood in front of her, his eyes glaring at the newcomer who was unfazed at the weapon directed at his throat. He could time and space slowing down as he looked around them, the people having stopped at what they were doing prior to the events before them. "Who are you?" he growled as the bird-no a man revealed himself. A tan man with silvery hair and gray eyes looked up at them, a smile on his face, his black robe decorated with silver stitches along the hem of the robe. Parisa was at lost for words as her friend had shoved her behind his back, his sword out of its scabbard from around his waist, she peeked behind to see who was in front of them and her eyes widene

Fulcan squares his shoulders, chin up, trying to become a guard again through sheer panic. Both men snap upright so fast their armor clacks—metal kissing metal in a frantic attempt at correction. Color drains from their faces in a clean rush, leaving them pale beneath torchlight. Whatever ease they had been wearing a moment ago vanishes the instant Nugen’s sword clears its sheath.

Dylan tap my shoulder and whisper me "Goodluck alice the wonderland" I roll my eyes at him saying "Sure,the ugly version of Dylan O'brian" louder than his voice so that the girl he's talking to hear it. I winked at her and she just chuckled. I begin to walk up to the cage. In front of me is a little muscular but also kind of skinny guy with blonde hair that are looking at me like i've grown two heads. He ask me "What little girl like you doing here...you sure you want to fight me?".I clenched my jaw.

Owen immediately punched him in the stomach on target, Hendrik's two bodyguards immediately advanced and countered Owen's attack. "Hey, Owen! are you crazy?" Rupert and Joan were scared, they walked back and immediately gave up if they had to get into a fight. "I won't let these thugs act disrespectfully to Your Majesty!" "Sraaakkk ..." One of the guards drew his sword and attempted to attack Owen. "Owen, watch out ...!" "Sraaakkk ..." "Praaang ..." Samuel immediately parried the man's sword with his sword. Meanwhile, Nathania immediately took Lori's grandmother to get away from the fight.