Épée の小説・ストーリー

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.

“Up next, Minerva Castiel! And Dona Friedrich!” Minerva stepped into the platform, her spear tightly held in her hand as she prepared to face her opponent. Although the spear wasn't balanced on her hand, it was comfortable to hold. Edwin had trained her tirelessly, using different stances which were suitable for a spear. Her cold eyes met scowling ones as the girl joined her in the arena. Both of them are now competing to see who will win.

“I’ll ignore that insult to the ladies for you show some promise with the spear. Now let me, show you how one can truly fight with such an elegant weapon.” Kent picked up a rusty spear from the local armory tent as he said to Nerro A spear is a weapon that has a far reach, for a knight such as I one lesson was taught to us the minute we took our first grip upon our partner. Each weapon be it living or dead is an extension of ourselves despite the spear’s reach and power to break through any defense. Any opponent can exploit it if one is never aware of his field one must always be prepared for the worst, that is the discipline of the spear.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Leela said, ' Then give me your hand. ''Ezra said, Leela gave Ezra her hand. Ezra grabs it rip her necklaces off her neck. Ezra was wearing a necklace with a sword on the end of it. Ezra whispers a name to herself. The sword in her hand became bigger. The sword was a long, broad, curved blade made out of steel. Wrapped expensive, white sharkskin. The sharp dual-edged blade makes this the ideal weapon if you're looking to slice, dice, stab and jab your enemies.

There she confirmed that Sheels’s shield was shaped like a dome. “The barrier won’t hold, Hera. Hurry!” “Right,” she whispered, running her hands on her jeans where she put her dagger. All of them had brought designated weapons of their liking, and Hera, being inexperienced, decided to settle on a dagger, not really realizing she’d be facing more than one warrior—and a swordsman at that. It probably would look foolish if she faced a warrior head-on with what she had. Against a sword, her dagger seemed pretty trivial.

"Yes, sir!" "Now MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" He ordered, causing the four of us to run towards the area he had pointed to where there were racks holding up spears and a table with swords of different sizes arranged on the surface. Training dummies where position in the open space. Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for a random sword when my eyes caught sight of one that stood out the most. It was a shiny silver blade with peculiar characters engraved at the blade, a language that I couldn't quite recognize, and a smooth black handle.

She drags a great axe from her back, briefly cleaving ground and flora; arching earth and scattered leaves fly upward with every swing. Kofe takes in his opponent’s show of martial prowess, and meets her charge in kind. He levels his horns to her pulsating crimson chest, his halberd braced at his side. His body remembers the glory of the coliseums and sparks his soul to life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What is the difference?" He made a face, considering how to explain. "Well, I'd like to say a sword inflicts a better wound, but the main difference is that a rapier is designed for thrusting and precision, while a sword is more versatile, capable of both slashing and thrusting." A pause. "And of course, a better weapon to kill." Guinevere nodded, a look of understanding dawning on her face. "I see. Splendid." Alexander simply stared, enjoying her curiosity and the way she acknowledged and appreciated his lessons. When her look grew intense, he asked. "What are you thinking?"