Sword

The journey getting back home was fierce for him, every step was like a mountain or endless ravine. He was happy once again, he could not wait to see his commander and report back in, and he probably thought he was dead. “…how long has it been?” he muttered speaking to himself “I can’t even remember” “...Oh man the paper work for this is going to be ridiculous.” He said under his breath as the gunship finally closed its bay doors and begin spinning up. The others on board stared at him, as they…

floor and walked towards me. “Don’t worry, after you’re dead, I’ll make sure to kill the others. Slowly. Painfully. Gracefully. It will be a tragic death, but it is a shame I can’t use them. The same goes to you,” he said pointing his long two handed sword at me, dropping his…

movements. My sword had no magical properties and it was clear that if I were to keep fighting like this, I would lose. As I focused on her attacks I also focused on the blade of my sword. Channeling magic into it wasn't as hard as I originally thought it would be. All I had to do was visualize the magic going into the sword to make something greater. I was trying to make the sword help me in the battle, make it have a mind of its own. However, since I had little experience using a sword and…

was she doing? Why did she have to ruin this moment? I looked back and saw that it wasn’t Damien standing there, but a vile creature that I had never encountered before. “Strike it in the stomach!” It was Freya again and without hesitation I drew my sword and did as she said. The creature began to writhe and soon fell to the ground, a new…

just below that one, but he did not get the chance to read it. The sound of two chatting men and a trotting horse broke the forest’s peaceful tranquility and drew his attention away from the sword. I have to get out of here, he thought, knowing instantly that something was amiss. With his newly claimed sword in hand, he grabbed the white leather belt with the golden scabbard and attached it to his waist. He then quickly and painfully stood up on his naked feet and stumbled towards the edge of…

he said to Unferth,”And you,Unferth, let my famous sword stay in your hands..”(pg. 52). Even though Beowulf didn’t care much for Unferth, he still was diplomatic towards him. While swimming deeper, Beowulf is grabbed by Grendel’s mom and attacked by other water monsters. This situation could represent the inner emotional journey a person goes through to become an adult. As the battle continues Beowulf is fighting to survive even though his sword does not work against the beast.(line 495, pg…

screamed the spell. His orange fiery hair flowed and floated. Snake like, silver eyes squinted with concentration. He struggled to keep up the spell. His sparring partner screamed, as fiery rain plummeted down. His robe caught fire, he dropped his sword and the fiery rain stopped. The hooded boy fell to the ground. Laughing through his exhaustion. His master came over standing in all his daemon glory. "Good young, daemon apprentice. Your spell work is powerful. Yet you lack the three main…

Swords The swords varied widely in terms of weight and size, but the pattern of the classical medieval sword remained partly unchanged. The average weight was around three pounds, with there being two general classes of swords - War sword and two hand sword. Warriors were trained from a young age. There are three main elements of a typical medieval sword; the blade, the crossguard, and the pommel. The pommel was simply a knob of metal at the end of the hilt but there was some shaping to these…

thanks to Cleo's fast pedaling. They stepped off the bike as they drew their swords. Walking to the door they looked around, it was pitch black the only thing illuminating the night was the white light from the moon, making the blades of their swords almost glow. They opened the door into the large building walking in the dark room they found a small flashlight. Cleo pulled the lever to a switch and a slot opened. She put her sword in and a small hatch opened she went down the steps and motioned…

“Swords are a long-edged piece of forged metal used in civilizations throughout the world, they are used primarily as a cutting or thrusting weapon and occasionally for clubbing” (“Medieval Weapons & Armour”). “The word sword comes from the Old English sweord, from a Proto-Indo-European root *swer- "to wound, to cut"(“Medieval Weapons & Armour“). Falchion “(from Old French fauchon, ultimately from Latin falx "sickle”) “is a one-handed, single-edged sword of European origin, whose design is…