Knife Drop の小説・ストーリー

Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.” “Won't that be a good thing, Zayn?” Kodiak ran his hand through his slick brown hair as if he were unleashing all his pent-up frustration on it. “I thought she would return to her pack or go into the Iron Crest pack when she left me but she isn't there. I don't know where she is...and it's driving me crazy not knowing if she is in danger!”

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

the Rank 4 Evolved One shouted. Lucas smiled. "Nepal Army Knife?" "Are you saying that the thing you used to stab me is a Nepal Army Knife?" Subsequently, Lucas raised two fingers. His fingers grasped the Nepal Army Knife, and he gave it a gentle twist. "Ka cha!" The moment the sound was heard, the Nepal Army Knife was shattered to pieces. 'How is it even possible?!!' They were all left with a scene they would not have believed otherwise in a lifetime when the sound metal clashing against metal was heard when the knife came into contact with Lucas’ body.

The front of the blade was as equally sharp. The machete did not have a hilt, as it was one solid piece. The only transition was that the tang of the blade was instantly turned into a handle. It only had one nock in it and it was right before the transition, on the same side of the blade. The nock was about the size of an index finger’s first knuckle, triangular in shape. Even though it was with out a hilt that nock had saved his life a few times, for no matter what was parried, the nock would catch it.

Nick swatted the hand of his friend which holds the pointed knife just an inch away from his face, almost spindling his eye out of it's socket. "Oops, sorry about that, Nick. It's just, i'm too excited over here." He replied and pull his hands together. "You ready?" Klyde asks Baxter who's calmly standing in front of them. "I am. But I think I need some shiny thingy like those." He replied while pointing at the knives they're holding each.

"Love, can you taste this for me, please?" Kathleen didn't move still, not until she heard quick, sharp sounds of a knife chopping against the board and what she saw left her screaming.

I thought yesterday was bad. I was wrong. Today, Kael handed me a knife. Not wooden. Not blunt. Real steel. Cold, heavy, and sharp enough to make my stomach twist. “Rule one,” he said, flipping the knife in his hand like it weighed nothing. “Never pick it up unless you’re ready to use it.” I stared at the blade. “I’m not ready.” “Good,” Kael said. “Because you’re not supposed to be yet.

Bone cracked. "Fuck!" he screamed. "Talk." "I don’t know anything, I swear—" I drove the crowbar into his kneecap. He howled. "Matteo, gag him." Matteo obeyed without a word. A thick cloth was shoved into Jules' mouth. He trembled, eyes wild with fear. I dropped the crowbar and pulled a knife from my belt. The blade gleamed. "You see this? Damascus steel. Custom made. It'll take your skin clean off."

he threatens, walking up to my right arm. Kendrick flickers the lighter and a small portable knife comes out of it. I shake my head repeatedly, trying to scoot away “Kendrick, snap out of it!” I beg, but my pleas go to deaf ears. A searing pain explodes just below my eye as the knife slices through my skin. I bottle my screams, tossing left and right as the stabbing pain ripples through me.

The skin beneath it was red, almost purple. “You still got your magic bolt?” I shot out. “No.” His brows pulled. “But…” his gaze flicked toward the floor near my feet. “Glass.” Shards of the broken window littered the space. A few pieces were big enough to serve as a discount knife. I grabbed one shaped like a triangle. The tip gleamed, sharp enough that my finger almost paid the price. “Perfect. We’re upgrading to a DIY package.” “Dianna.” Erick sucked a breath. “One wrong move and you’ll slice a vein.”