Novel & Cerita Unguard Sword Fight

The words echoed like a blade strike. Vanguard’s eyes went dark. “Then you choose war.” Lucia’s son stepped beside her. “No.” He faced Vanguard fully. “You choose it.” Guards tensed. Steel rang. Vanguard drew his blade in one smooth motion. Lucia reacted instinctively, shoving her son aside. The blade missed him by inches. Chaos exploded. Guards shouted. Men surged. Steel clashed. Lucia’s son grabbed a fallen weapon, moving like memory made flesh. He blocked a strike meant for Lucia, twisting, countering, disarming.

Two security guards lay injured. One attacker was fighting hand-to-hand with a guard. Lucas rushed forward. The attacker saw him. He immediately abandoned the guard and charged. Lucas stepped aside from the first strike. The attacker swung again. Lucas blocked the blow and drove him into the wall. The man recovered quickly. He moved with remarkable speed. Lucas barely avoided another strike. The attacker was clearly trained in martial arts. He twisted and attempted to sweep Lucas's legs. Lucas jumped backward. The man attacked again.

After all, who would want to be at a ceremony where his or her crown would be taken away and given to someone else? Meanwhile, in a training center surrounded by many guards, two hefty men could be seen engaged in a sword fight. While one was fervently attacking, the other was busy defending, but suddenly the one who was fervently attacking tripped, and making use of the opportunity, the one who had been defending suddenly started attacking with all his strength as if his life depended on it, and in no time he clashed away the sword of his opponent, and before he could react, he kicked the sword very far away and at the same time placed his own sword on the neck of his opponent, who immediat

One guard took the bait and trudged in our direction. I took out my short sword and spun it in my hand. Once the guard came face to face with me, I winked at the startled man and quickly side-stepped, butting him in the head with the hilt of my sword. The scraping sound of his armour against the rocks made me grit my teeth. Otis did quick work of the other.

I turned, spotted the guard holding Sia his blade at her throat. The guards were running in my direction and I locked eyes with Sia. It was like we made a mental communication. Before the guards could get to me I threw the sword, the blade slammed into the side of the guard chest right under his arm. His eyes widened as he stumbled backward, dropping his sword. He didn't have time to recover when Sia elbowed him in the face, then bent, yanking the blade from his body with a scream. She snarled and like a warrior she began fighting. Another guard lunged at her, but she ducked and slashed, catching him across the leg. He screamed, stumbling back.

“What's so hard about swish, swish, stab? It's just a big knife.” “A big knife?! You know what, it would be easier to show you rather than explain it.” The guard stood up and unsheathed his own sword. Rainer charged in, but was easily parried to the side. “Is that the best you can do? Come at me with more than that!” Again Rainer tried to swing his sword at the guard, only for it to be parried out of his hands. “We have two days until your first fight. We will practice both days, including today. So pick up that sword and come at me again and again.”

the first guard yells. Adam tries to stop them but one of the guards punches him. Adam goes down and I pick up Joseph's sword determined to defend myself. The other guards laugh. I swing the sword and am able to connect it into one of the guards' side, rage fueling me forward, before another one wrestles the sword out of my hand. Another guard punches me in the ribs and I feel a snap as the air rushes out of my lungs. I collapse to the ground beside Adam and Joseph. I try to curl up next to Joseph.

he fired. "Let's have a taste of our claws…. You are nothing," I said. In rage, he stabs one of my men, while I stab one of his. As we get close to one another, an enemy must go down. Getting close enough, we begin to fight against each other with claws and swords. Clashing in the middle, "give up Alpha Lucas," he fired at me while I used my sword to guard his. Releasing his claws, I flew backwards with my sword and charged at him again using my word to hit him on his shoulder.

The swordsman blocked with his shield and rushed forward. Steel clashed violently. The spear grazed the man's shoulder, drawing blood. The crowd roared. But the swordsman pushed through the pain, slamming his shield into his opponent's chest. The impact knocked him backwards. The sword flashed. The spear fell. The horn sounded. Cheers exploded throughout the arena. The second Fight Two warriors entered carrying twin axes. The fight was savage from the start. Axes collided again and again, sparks flying through the air. One warrior swung with brutal strength, aiming to overpower the other.

I would have to wear gloves, at least. “Cousin, I cannot fight you while you’re in that outfit!” “Sorry, Cousin, but, as you know, armor is not for me.” “Then I offer you a sword fight!” I gritted my teeth. “Mounted?” “First mounted, then, if anyone gets unhorsed—on the ground, to first blood.” I see. Someone had told the prince about my tactics, and Andre had decided to avoid a roll in the sand. It wouldn’t help him, though, not at all.