Chapter 7: First Steps
I pulled out my sword from its sheath, clean of the caribou blood. "oh shit, he has a sword!" the second guy exclaimed. i started running up to them before they even got their guns up and i threw all of my weight on both of them.
EPHEMERAL (Teaser)
I shudder at the memory of this one time that i rounded the corner at the exact moment he was shaking his sheath clean. he was facing the stairwell, so i caught _everything_, including his fat stomach jiggling around.
My Sword, My Clan 11 - My Mutual Oath
Then, as soon as the raptor's gust of wind had died down, the cast-iron bar fell between two clans, severed straight in half as james simply swung his blade back whilst sheathing cleanly, smiling with the smuggest grin at all present before him.