Swords to ploughshares

lone wolves; the Princess’s guards were supposed to handle anything larger, and the men’s companions were currently dealing with them. Finally, the biggest man in the group pointed at her swords. “No need for that, love. We wouldn’t want you cutting yourself.” The others laughed. Okori glanced down at her swords. “They were your grandmother’s, then your mother’s,” her father had said when he presented them to her. “Now, they’re yours.” She reached down and slowly wrapped her hands around the…

futile. Your first hit was out of pure luck. The next three will come from me as a direct result of pure talent. You cannot win." They quietly paced in calculated circles around their stage. Their swords raised high and their guards up. "You seriously underestimate me, Laertes," Hamlet said, lowering his sword to waist level. Suddenly, Hamlet lunged from his low stance, narrowly missing Laertes' side. Laertes countered and swung viscously at Hamlet’s head only…

the mask that hides it. I grit my teeth and spit out a response. “You're one to talk, your monsters are the only reason my team is down you demented piece of trash!” I break our swords away from each other and slash at the evil rangers shoulders. He back-steps and stabs at me with a chuckle. Spinning out of his swords path I catch a glimpse of the rest of the power rangers. They're writhing on the ground next to piles of ash left by defeated monsters. This battle has been hard…

a lady and in her hand is a sword, while the other, a male holding two short blades with a long chain attached to the handles of both blades. The man quickly moves back while they are still in the air and stretches his palm at the lady. “Kinetic Push!!!” he says. Immediately, small waves emanates from his palm in a concentric manner and escalates into a large powerful shockwave which pushes everything in its path even affecting the ground. The lady using her sword, does a horizontal slash…

I must use caution though, it would seem this petty band is equipped with weapons made of silver, oh dear, Fredrick must really have taken that drinking incident personally to put so much effort into robbing me. I suppose it's time to remind him of why my realm is much larger than his! Sure my quiver is near empty from dealing with a few would be assassins earlier this evening, but twelve arrows will suffice for this ploy of mine. Twelve arrows with my signature blood soaked feathers, inscribed…

awoke at night, drawn to the old weapon. She had taken the curved sword to the market several times to sell but always turned home halfway. Amikah reached across the table and took the katana from its resting place. Her left hand grabbed the hilt while she held the cherrybark sheath between her ribs and the stump that remained of her right arm. Amikah pulled the blade from its scabbard with one silent movement. She placed the sword on the countertop and ran two fingers across the flat side of…

left hand while I held the enhanced Riptide in the other. Hyperion starting shooting blasts of fire at me so I sent bursts of water at them, making steam and extinguishing his attacks. I charged at Hyperion with my enhanced Riptide and he pulled a sword of fire out of the air. I swung a clumsy blow at his head and he easily blocked it, but that was just a distraction for me to wrap my whip around his leg before making it razor sharp. He roared in pain and shot an intense burst of fire at my…

“The shadow beasts are nothing compared to the nocturnals. The nocturnals are powerful creatures that can stand toe to toe with heavenly spirits like myself.” “I’ve trained to become stronger, I won’t lose to anyone or anything. Eido we have to fight, I have to get to Pele. I want to hurry up and go home.” “The numbers are too great, Isaac. If there was single nocturnal then fighting would be an option, but their numbers are too much for us by ourselves.” “We can at least try right?” Isaac…

strength behind one thrust, Ramesses knocked Prince Cyrillus back and the prince kicked over a porcelain vase in his attempt to catch his balance. They both landed on the ground at the same time. Completely out of breath, Ramesses doubled over his sword and said, "You win." "What happened?" asked Prince Cyrillus. Glistening with sweat and similarly out of breath, he walked over and crouched next to Ramesses. "I heard that demons need blood. Is he.. not feeding you?" "Starvation won't kill me,"…

believes an object represents. Symbols are commonly used to show larger themes that run throughout the story. Objects for symbolism can be people, places, or things. In Terry Brooks’s The Sword of Shannara, the forest is used as a symbol of fear, mysteriousness, and/or death. So far, the party to retrieve the Sword of Shannara has disintegrated, and the protagonist is lost. The story still keeps track of all of the characters, even though it has disassembled. Most recently, Menion Leah, or the…