Sharp Objects の小説・ストーリー

The contrast between our worlds was way far. As I drew closer to the stage at the front of the hall, something caught my eye. A broken shard of a rod lay on the floor. It was small, metallic, and shiny, resembling an acrylic rod, but the fractured edge was lethal and razor sharp. Because of its size, I tried to pick it up, but my fingers slipped. The sharp edge sliced deep into my skin.

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

He dropped his sword, blood dripping from his mouth. "How…" As he spoke, I dug the dagger deeper until his body fell to the floor. I took out my dagger and shook the blood off. I put it back inside its sheath and I held onto it. Nobuyuki's lifeless body lay on the floor. I noticed that my yukata was covered in blood; so were my hands. I remember something from my past. It's not the first time I've held a weapon but it's the first time I've hurt someone using one. But I felt no remorse. He deserved to die.

It started with a blur, too fast and too close, the kind of shift in energy that makes your skin prickle before your mind even catches up. One second I was reaching for a second sleeper, still humming with leftover resonance, and the next there was a sound like ripping fabric and a sudden burst of movement behind me. I turned just in time to catch the glint of metal, a blade aimed straight at my head. The knife wasn’t ceremonial, ornate, or sharpened for show, just clean, narrow, and deadly, a weapon meant purely for killing.

Tessa’s POV/ Jessica’s POV “Jess!” Tyrone shouted a few feet back before he shifted into his giant white wolf. Tearing and clawing every rogue coming his way. He landed on his paws and looked at me with worry, but I simply smirked at him. “Worry much?” I arrogantly said before I pulled two scimitars from my back and went into a fighting stance without an ounce of panic. My scimitars were basically swords with curved blades, but they were customized. The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy.

Quispe and her team narrowed their eyes, not a trace of hesitation in their stance, ready to face the onslaught together. "I've got this!" Yoel's voice cut through the chaos, his form instantly at the forefront of the fray. Swoosh! As the enemy's blade streaked toward them, Yoel's Blood Shadow Saber carved a gleaming arc of frosty light to intercept it. Forged from a unique metal and inspired by Howard's own legendary Blood Shadow Saber, the Blood Shadow Saber was a badge of honor for each member of the elite Blood Shadow Force, personalized with their names etched into the steel.