Yoda My Stick Novels & Stories

"My stick! Where's my stick?! Someone stole it! No, someone stole it!" Dinar started to panic and fumbled around the table then Yusa immediately grabbed Dinar's hand which was almost touching the hot bowl of Shitake mushroom soup. "I have secured the stick, Dinar, when you are with me, don't rely on the stick because I will be your second eye." Dinar was silent then Yusa closed his fingers around Dinar's hand but Dinar pulled her hand quickly, wanting to let go of the grip but Yusa continued to interlock his fingers.

I was stunned, “What are you doing?” “I’ve got this,” he said. “You can’t be serious!” I hissed, “these aren’t your average thugs—they’re real wolves, you can’t fight them with what I taught you!” “I’ve handled worse,” he said calmly, reaching down and grabbing a thick stick off the ground. “Handled worse? With a stick?!” He didn’t answer, instead, he twirled the stick in his hands with unsettling precision, eyes locked on the rogues as he stepped forward.

And breeze blew off my already short hair, which I had earlier cut. I must win. I had to win. If I wanted to defeat Knight Lydia, I had to pass the hurdle. By defeating Elder Zu himself. “Come on!” Master Zu exclaimed, stretching his hands forward. I suddenly began running towards him, swaying my sword as I ran in the air. Instead of a sword, Master Zu took out a wooden stick. What was he doing? I stopped on my spot immediately. “You’re using that?” I asked. My face in a shocked expression at his piece of weapon.

He was holding a long stick now. "For your last test, you will need this," he said, raising the stick to show me. I frowned. "What is that for?" I asked skeptically. "I'll show you." He said and turned, walking towards the closest pillar around. It was about two feet wide. "Watch me." He said and picked up a stick of his own from the ground. He placed one foot against the pillar and then balanced his body on the stick before placing the other leg next to the first.

He mocked as I clicked oh my watch. A long stick made of iron was brought up from the floor. I picked it up and smiled at him. "The person who sent you over, didn't seem to have told you how far my craziness can go" "You can't do anything to me with that stick " He smirked and I scoffed. "Don't worry, A baby created by me, can hit with ghost, humans and demons" I smiled at him and smashed him with the Iron stick just in time before he disappeared.

Saying that, he charged directly at the five Kobolds in front of him. clatter! clatter! clatter! Metallic sounds echoed in the area near the river. Yao Tie bent down and used his feet to kick the Kobold's knee. Then he moved his hand and swung the stick. clatter! One of the kobolds protected his comrades by blocking his staff. Swoosh! The remaining three Kobolds charged towards him and stabbed their spears in his direction. Seeing this, Yao Tai rolled backwards avoiding the sharp end of the spears.

I didn’t flinch. “I don’t like it when you come that close to me,” I said quietly. “And let me tell you a secret.” I turned my head so my mouth was right at his ear. “There’s a blade at the tip of this stick. Sharp. Poisoned. One quick press here,” I tapped the end lightly against his thigh, “and you’ll be a cripple for the rest of your life. Maybe worse. Or dead. Depends how fast the toxin works.” He stepped back fast.

I reached up and stroked his hand affectionately. “It’s okay I want to do this”. I patted his hand before I cleared my throat and repositioned myself on the pillow. I looked to Artemis to continue and he nodded. Reaching behind him he pulled out a wooden stick, about fifty centimetres long and an inch thick, and placed it on the ground. “With gravity power, you can make heavy or you can make lite, with this I want you to make too heavy for he to lift” Artemis pointed at the stick and then at Smith and I nodded slowly.

Vert Murray and the other disciples shouted in unison. They all unleashed their most powerful forces. Erin Rhodes's pretty face was ice-cold. Her jade-like hands moved slightly and crystals flashed around her body. They quickly lingered around her and then turned into a shower of stars, rushing toward the black figure with unparalleled strength. “Boom!” A white bone stick flashed. In the Giant Peak, a burly young man with his upper body naked held a long white bone stick and smashed a man into pieces.

Their screams were comparable to someone desperate to live. After I had that conversation with Hanaele, I haven't heard any response from her, but it doesn't matter. It only took a few minutes before she finally landed in front of me, eradicating those crawling roots which came closer to me. She did this by swaying her activated five to six-feet bronze metallic stick with a spiral arrow with an estimated circumference of eight from its base. According to the handouts we had, the one she was holding is a specialized weapon for an Esperer like her. Those roots turned black from brown as they flew away from us. Damn, I did not even notice that there were hidden roots underneath the mud that app