A Tale of Two Assassins Chapter 2
That reminds me, i need to order some new throwing knives. anyway, i wasn't completely unarmed of course. my curved dagger was holstered on my calf under my jeans, can't be too careful in this city.
A Breath of Spring
They swiped at me with their knives, yipping in protest as i forced them back. it was all i could do to stare at the doe for a moment.
Chapter 33: Little Bitch in Heat
Her mane was pulled back in one long, glossy braid, and around her large breasts were straps into which daggers and knives were tucked.
Preparations Pt 2
They saw tsumé standing before several standing targets, hurling metal objects at them - which upon getting closer, they could see were knives - while korban watched.
The legend of Tigersight Chapter 8
The leather made belts; all had three curved blades, the size of throwing knives attached to them. a few other objects clung to the belts, but it was the knives that stood out most.
Way of the Warrior
Smiling the coyote raises his knives. akiana takes a swipe and misses, the coyote seeing his chance pushes akiana to the ground. in a flash akiana was back on her feet.
CSYA Ch8: Sunrise, Sunset, Swiftly Fly the Years
The three of them gathered everything that they would need: silenced pistols, knives, and even a black sedan - they all had gotten licensed while pretending to be adopted as part of the different staff members' families, so that the dmv never once asked where
Ardring - Chapter 6
Claws moved like knives, his movements so fluid and frenzied that he began to wonder where he was getting all this adrenaline from. but that started to make the creature whimper lightly. [die. die. die!] he screamed mentally.
A Summer Day in 1989
I remembered seeing the kitchen knives on the way to the pantry. they were nice and sharp last time i checked. perfect for what i wanted to do. i walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 58
Bottles tinkled and knives and scissors clattered against each other. it was a frightful sound. father was sitting opposite, doing absolutely nothing at all, not even smoking his pipe.
Chapter 9: Inns and Out Again
His fur feels like a thousand tiny knives. he grasps the tips of his ears and rubs them for warmth. the door to the back of the workshop creeks as he pushes it slowly open. the familiar patter of feet running for the balcony can be heard.
The Mourning After - Chapter 18 (Kinyar)
I focused my nen into my legs and leapt forwards, my knives drawn and ready to strike. blinded partly by the embers as i leapt i could just make out malakye and aimed for him.