Novel & Cerita Épée

Without any hesitation, Maria chose Épée, it was the hardest to handle among the three and her opponent was staring at her in amusement. The screen was shown, Mars was written on the left side and Kevin was written on the right side. They will get points, one point per hit. when you are playing with other blades rather than Épée, there are only certain parts you can hit and get points but while playing with Épée any part of the body is fine to hit, but still having this big advantage of choosing Épée, it was hardest to handle because it was the heaviest and stiffest

“Choose something.” The way he said it—flat, steady, made a chill run through me. This wasn’t just training. This was a test. A trial? I stepped toward the rack. Blades of every shape glinted in the moonlight. Staffs, batons, short swords, crescent hooks, twin daggers; weapons forged for speed, precision, or brutality. But one caught my eye— A dual-ended spear, light enough for speed but heavy enough to anchor momentum. It felt right in my hands.

“Not what is beautiful, not what is grand, but what will serve you best.” One by one, the contenders moved forward. Serena, tall and proud, swept past me with a smirk curling her lips. She selected a gleaming longsword, lifting it as though it were an extension of her arm. Giselle chose a spear, spinning it experimentally with practiced ease. The third, Matilda picked up a wicked-looking axe, her muscles flexing as she tested its weight. And then it was my turn. I stepped forward slowly, my palms damp, the murmurs of the crowd like buzzing in my ears. My eyes roved over the table. The sword gleamed, tempting in its majesty. The spear promised reach. The axe promised raw power.

“Swords are for lords.” The metal and smithing made swords a rich man’s weapon amongst the humans, Thaelen realized. Where Rupert had been large and slow, Micon was quick and graceful. He jabbed at Thaelen with the steel tip and Thaelen complicitly swayed out of the reach of that sharp point, before returning the move. Micon immediately flipped his spear, holding it double handed as a bow, blocking Thaelen with a clack of wood to wood, striking at Thaelen’s feet with the heel of the bow as he used the movement to step to the side.

The soldiers have let go of their guns. Those who have swords are gripping them at their sides; the rest are holding their spears flat along the ground. For one of the few times in my life, I wish I had a sword instead of a machete. My blade’s lack of a point renders it useless for this particular defense, so I leave it sheathed on my back. Instead, I grip my new spear tightly.

I walk over and lift it from its stand. "It's quite sharp, a good weapon, but not a proper size for you. The halberd is deadly and takes a master to wield it proficiently." I step several yards away and sweep the air in front of me. The blade whooshes through the air and makes a unique sound. She's captivated.

“Did I ever ask?” Gemma swung Einar in her hand, taking time to examine the black blade with gold grooves on the blade and hilt. She couldn’t hide her admiration for this knife. It has a shape like a stiletto knife, with a larger size, and has two blades. Einar felt heavy and cold in Gemma’s hands. Gemma didn’t expect to be in this situation. Facing a Draconian with an Archturian’s weapon, even though she wasn’t one of them.

Still, the rouges were laughing but the laughter soon stopped when Lanna's walking stick spun through the air and whacked the lead rogue down "You bitch" he spat before adding "kill her". The rogues all came forward as one, as me and Acre are about to run to her side a flash of silver spun through the air and we watch as Lanna spins and twists, cutting down the rogues, it almost as if she is doing a dance, one by one we see the rogues dropping, Acre leans into me "Did you know her walking stick was a sword? ha asks confused "Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it"

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt