Zabuza Blade の小説・ストーリー

Sia was grinning at her after that enormous meteor had decimated nearly a fifth of the goblin army. That smirk was the equivalent of a challenge gesture. The irrational attacks by Sia and Eliza persisted as well. With Henry effectively halting the goblins from reaching the backline, Eliza was given the opportunity to demonstrate her abilities. Amazingly, she had a skill called Blade Law that guaranteed that every second strike from the rapier would kill its adversaries. The needle-like rapier cutting through the modified goblin's defences and armour was like smooth butter in front of it. She moved through the goblin army like a mantis sweeping through its prey, her sword unseen to the onlook

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Zane's POV I tried my best not to give off any sign of fear. “Let go of her right now, Zane. If I have to repeat myself again, I'll just let the gun do the talking.” Blade gritted, his tone carrying a serious warning. I hate being caught off guard, I hate everything that's happening right now. I hesitated and Blade turned off the safety. Seeing no other option, I took my hands of Isla and she spluttered, coughing uncontrollably and gasping for air.

Even from a distance, I can see something is off. She’s too still. Too tight. I move toward her. “Tirianna.” She looks at me like she’s been pulled from somewhere far away. Without a word, she reaches into the sheath at her side and pulls out a blade. It’s shorter than a longsword. Sleek. Balanced. She holds it out to me hilt-first. “It’s been blessed,” she says quietly. “It should help you, if you need it.” I blink. “That was thoughtful.”

Raze was still roaring, clawing to break free, but he was trapped in a cage of ice inside me. Darius crouched, grabbing my jaw and forcing my face up to his. “This blade was meant for your Luna,” he said, voice like venom. “But I figured softening the beast would make things easier.” He yanked the knife out. I screamed. Raze’s cry echoed mine, pure pain ripping through every fiber of my being. I collapsed forward, chest heaving, blood soaking the dirt beneath me. I could hear the battle still raging roars, fire, chaos,but all of it felt far away. Faded.

But I was wrong; he has two small blades that are attached to his hands by a leather strap. He’s feinting left and right so fast that it’s hard for me to keep up. The soldier is clearly outmatched. With the flick of the wrist, Zarius' soldier throws his blade into the soldier's chest. The blade misses his heart and gives the soldier enough fury to slice opponents right arm.

someone commented. "Yeah, Felix's dead for sure," another chimed in. Everyone knew the Zaborowski family's Spectrum Blade was ridiculously powerful for both attack and defense, especially in the realm of soul combat. While they might not be the absolute strongest, they were undoubtedly among the top. "Alright, everyone, quiet down. Let's watch how Felix meets his end," Scopulus sneered. In his mind, running into Yvian was just Felix's bad luck. There was no way Felix was secretly a soul master too.

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

ZEDKIEL. She turns when I enter what looks like a broken-down lift of some sort, and motions for Blade to leave us. “Are you sure?” He asks wearily, as he glances at me. “I’m sure.” She replies firmly. “We’re in a metal box, Blade. If a fight breaks out, you’ll hear.” He nods, but he doesn’t seem too sure, but he obeys and pulls shut the metal door that scrapes loudly. I raise an eyebrow as Ziahra turns to the other side, and pressing a button, motioning me to step out.