Épée Novels & Stories

She was also fierce, especially when it comes to protecting those she cared about. Emily pulled out a scythe from her storage ring, the scythe was around 8 meters tall and it was made from clear crystal-like material that almost looked like spring water. A 4ft tall curved blade was attached to the rod of the scythe. It was a giant weapon that looked like it was created to be wielded by someone 14 ft tall.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

His epee was exactly four or five times broader than most swords. As Kratos stepped forward, the disciples exclaimed and were excited. "Kratos, you gotta win this for Xhanos!" "Yes! Teach this guy a lesson." "Fight him until he begs on his knees. Hahaha!" To the disciples, Kratos' epee was powerful. Without any internal energy, he would still have the upper hand. It would be impossible for Darryl to win. 'Epee?' Darryl's eyes flickered and smirked and he saw the epee in Kratos' hand.

His movements were not smooth. If anything, Zen would prefer something close to a kitchen knife as a weapon as he was most familiar with that. However, Claymore did not offer such things. The closest he saw was a short sword about two feet long and a dagger about one foot long. It was obvious what he was going to choose.

But one weapon winked at me that made my heart flutter. I gasped. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed and ran instead before Dan could stop me. I went to the center rack and picked up a sword that has 3/4 of it's blade curved. "It's a khopesh!" I said, more hyped about it since I read about it in a book.

It was as if a frozen barrier had formed between us, making it clear that our bond was strained and fragile. He deftly drew his rapier sword from its scabbard, the metal gleaming in the dim light. The slender and elegant blade reflected a polished sheen, its sharp point poised and ready for action. The hilt, adorned with intricate engravings, fit snugly in his hand, offering a firm and comfortable grip. The crossguard, adorned with ornate designs, added a touch of sophistication to the weapon's overall appearance. As he brandished the rapier, its presence commanded attention, exuding an air of deadly precision and finesse. "Try not to get hit by the blade," he said as he cracked his head fro

LAMIA I was wearing my standard training clothes, black shorts, and a sports bra. My hair was braided into a bun so I could keep it out of my face. Walking on the training field, I grabbed a short sword and claymore. The Claymore was much heavier than that of a samurai or katana and even heavier than a Kaskara, but I liked the heaviness and power. The short sword was easier to wield, allowing my wrist to rotate and slice. Not that the weapons we used really had a sharp edge but could still do some damage to an opponent. Of course, the idea of our training was to not kill, but if you got hit with one, it would definitely maim you or kill you if you were impaled.

She placed her rugged palm forward, and a gleaming dagger appeared. With a slow but hasty movement, I grabbed it from her hands. I observed the dagger which displayed an unusual gloss as if polished and sharpened a minute ago. It seemed sharp enough to slash away a hugely thick branch from a tree and had tiny carvings on it which read: King Eric.

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo