heavy sword


here My top albums list of 2016!

I am not the kind of reviewer who gives a blow-by-blow comment on each individual track. I think others have done that well enough in their reviews, so I will spare the details of my opinion. those are Solid Heavy Metal Albums, well worth the money :P , Highly recommended for any  Heavy Metal fan. see you next year. KEEP THE METAL ALIVE!!!!

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Rennie Advice for Fantasy Writing

- Swords were expensive and not common.
- They required a lot of maintenance, to keep them sharp and rust free, to ensure they weren’t bent or cracked or chipped.
- You wouldn’t just adventure around with a notched blade.
- A razor edge would not cut through bone; for that, you need a chisel edge.
- Swords are heavy, you can’t just pick one up and be able to start swinging accurately.
- Never throw. Dumb move, now you’re unarmed.
- Bows take years to learn well; crossbows don’t.
- Always unstring bow when not in use.
- Always carry extra bowstring, don’t let it get wet.
- More commonly quiver is hung from the belt.
- Arrow wounds are serious. No valiant pincushion charges, no ripping it out. Require medical help.
- Shields aren’t just for hiding; they’re for crowding and breaking teeth.

If I think of more lessons they taught me, I’ll add.


By hitting himself in the wound, Kylo was accentuating the pain and using the pain to focus himself; using the adrenalin/endorphin rush to make himself stronger; feeding off of the anger caused by the pain and bringing the Dark Side to bear more strongly against his opponents.

anonymous asked:

So, I have a character. He's roughly 6'5, 240 pounds, pretty much pure muscle. Would it be reasonable/possible for him to use an English Longsword as his primary weapon?

Given you’re asking, “can he lift 4lbs of steel?“ Then, yeah, probably. It’s worth remembering that most weapons aren’t particularly heavy, because you’d be swinging them around all day. Later European swords got down into the one to two pound range, meaning they weigh less than a jug of milk.

The places where you start to see heavy swords are parade weapons, which were never intended for use in combat. These were ornate weapons designed to look good mounted on the wall, or while troops were on parade. You weren’t supposed to be fighting with these things.


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The Sword – Freya


You crouched in the corner of the chamber you had been locked in for the past six months, arms wrapped around your knees. The sounds of battle reached your ears dimly through the heavy door: men screaming, swords clashing, footsteps running. Closer and closer they came, until they stopped right in front of the door. The handle shook violently, and then the sound of someone slamming into the door made you scramble to your feet, looking around desperately for a weapon to defend yourself.

Crash! The door gave way and a man stepped in. Tall and bloodsoaked, an axe in his hand, he looked anything but merciful, and your heart sank. As he approached, you pressed your back against the wall and fell to your knees, shutting your eyes tightly. Please, let it be over quickly.

When seconds stretched on and nothing happened, you opened your eyes gingerly. The Viking’s axe was lowered, his free hand outstretched. Although his face was unreadable, there was a hint of kindness in his eyes, and you timidly reached out and took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. After months of imprisonment, even going with a Viking seemed better than what would happen if you stayed. 


For: @half-blood-muggle

Imagine: Sneaking into the gym to practice while the other tributes are asleep and being caught by Cato.

You look around the empty hallways. Yes! No peacekeepers. You instantly rush through the hallway and sneak into the gym. You were already one of the best fighters, but you weren’t the best. So, though it was against the rules, you decided to train afterhours.

You stand in the gym and pick up a sword and start spinning it around and slashing at targets. You aren’t as strong as you want to be, throwing around that heavy-ass sword is not an easy task. You take one last swing with the sword and it slips out of your hand, you groan and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

You pump yourself up mentally, and finally, with a newfound encouragement, decide to pick up the sword again. You viciously swing at the dummies again, slashing off heads and stabbing through chests. After decapitated four dummies you stop, smiling to yourself victoriously.

“Not bad,” You hear a deep, sexy, male voice say, you jump from surprise.

You quickly turn around and see him, the insanely hot, boy from District 2, Cato. You stutter, trying to form words, but you simply can’t.

“You know,” He whispers, walking up to you, “You’re not supposed to be here this late at night. It’s kind of against the rules.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?” You raise your eyebrows questioningly at him.

“Someone’s got a little bit of an attitude huh?” You roll you eyes, and he steps dangerously close and grabs your wrist, “Roll your eyes at me again and you’ll have to watch your back in that fucking arena.”

“Cato,” You whisper, looking down at your reddening wrist. He follows your eyes and instantly lets go.

“So, what are you doing here this late at night?”

“Trying to save myself from the death that I’ll have to face within a few days,” You groan a little.

“Mind if I join?” He asks smoothly, smirking.

“Uh, s-sure,” Damn, this guy sure was hot.

The next few hours were spent training alongside Cato, his eyes kept travelling your body throughout the training session. Finally, by the end of it Cato had asked you to be his ally in the games.

This sure would be interesting.

A/N: Ughhhhhh Catoooo! 

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

British Pattern 1788 Heavy Cavalry Officer's Sword
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New acquisition! A 1788 pattern heavy cavalry officer’s sword regimentally marked to the 3rd or Prince of Wales’s Dragoon Guards. This type of sword was carried by the officers of all three antecedent regiments during the Flanders campaign, 1793-95. The 1788 pattern of sword was the first standardised pattern mandated by the British government to be carried by the heavy cavalry. Prior to this, the Commanding Officer of any particular regiment was given an allowance from the government and in following broad guidelines, had a duty to equip his men. This officer’s version of the 1788 pattern heavy cavalry sword differs in certain respects to that of the other ranks. The grip is made from shagreen or fish skin and the blade bears etched decoration. The overall quality of the sword’s construction will also be higher. The museum’s aim is to display the 1788 pattern sword in a future exhibition in addition to creating a blog post to be added to our website in the coming weeks. This post will further explore the story of the sword and the actions it may have been carried in. This acquisition was made possible thanks to the assistance of the National Fund for Acquisitions.


Sword of Damocles (ダモクレスの剣, Damokuresu no Tsurugi) is the symbol of the Kings.

The sword shows the truest image of its King’s condition.

I’m in Zona’s heaven

Let’s just start with the very first interaction they have at the beginning of the series.

Zoro came down just to talk to HER. He was teaching her the way of a man and that’s just so manly and charming. She should have fallen for him, damn it! This isn’t the first time by the way… he has done this so many times.

Uhm… Franky entrusted Nami to keep Zoro’s swords.

He  could  just ask Luffy to do so, but then he CHOSE Nami for that task… something fishy~~.

All right! Those swords are heavy… we know but then… you can carry them around just like that…

And duh! keeping those swords with you most of the time… * meeee squealllls*

Zoro should have seen this. His gal is badass too.

O.o… I’m impressed. Nami-gal is really sumthing.

RUN! RUN to him…

If Usopp was there to catch Sanji, then I assumed she did the same to Zoro after undid the shackle. Zoro must have fallen down to his knees and she caught him. That must be the case. But damn! the scene was cut off for this to happen,

look at that drowsy face… Nami’s worried…

Ouh yes, Nami! Your man is back!
[ She looks happy. Does she love that face? That face when he’s about to go crazy… in bed. Muahahaha]

Uh… nothing… just… since Nami knew those two will most likely fight, she butted in.

No matter how Zoro hates to be ordered around, he still listens to her… (p/s: he’s looking at her, miahahaha)

And this, 

Does that mean, Nami was checking him out?

YES! SHE DID. Look at how far they sat from each other yet she could notice the mushroom in Zoro’s haramaki. MUSHROOM IN ZORO’S HARAMAKI!!! ~The chemistry~

This gal did check out Zoro’s lower part… So good to know. Ah~ I’m dead.. x_x

I totally forgot to post this fanart of Nausicäa, which is actually a reproduction of a panel from the books.

The whole army of Kushana is composed by men, equipped with heavy armors, swords, guns, grenades and whom even the mounts are heavily protected. And in the middle, there is Nausicäa, going to the front without any protection but a light chainmail, a gun with only wheezing bullets and her sword. The contrast of the scene always stroke me, especially when you know she saved them all because she’s been as smart as strong.

I really love Nausicäa, she’s one of my favourite female character amongst all. ♥

Doctor, Doctor, Can’t You See I’m Burning (Part 6)

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5 

A/N I’m having trouble letting go of these characters, so I may not end this with part 6. I find Alpha!Sam all manner of hot, so we’ll see where the story goes.

Sam, Dean and you travel back to your hometown to battle the vampires that took over your house.  You and Sam have a big heart-to-heart talk before the fight where you share some surprising news.

Characters: Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Beta!Cas, Omega!Reader

For the next few days, as you wait for your heat to run its course, you continue to train with Sam and Dean. You have never done any swordplay, so you concentrate on that in the morning.  Dean makes you swing the heavy sword again and again until your upper arm muscles are screaming. 

After lunch, its more hand to hand combat with Dean.  Now that he knows what you can do, he doesn’t hold back. You haven’t been able to pin him again, but you hold your own well enough considering he is so much taller and stronger. Within an hour Dean was drenched in sweat. He drained his water bottle in one long gulp. “I’m gonna go get more water. Why don’t you practice some with Sammy? Taller opponents are harder.” He shot his brother a hard look. “Don’t go easy on her, man. I’ll be right back.”

You and Sam face each other. “Gonna let me have it, Sam?” You said in a silky voice.

“Yep.” Sam replied, eyes darkening.

Now he was a challenge because he was so tall, your kicks wouldn’t even reach his face. So you had to disable him another way. As big as he was, Sam was very light on his feet. So you went with the unexpected. You launched yourself at Sam at close range and knocked him off his feet. It was a ballsy move, if only it had worked. At the last second, Sam spun around so you landed on the floor, with him sprawled on top of you.

 “No fair!” You wheezed. “You cheated!”

His pelvis was flush against yours, and you ground up against him. He grabbed a handful of your hair and turned you to look at him.

“Now who’s cheating?” He growled before his mouth began its assault on yours.

When Dean came back 5 minutes later with more water you and Sam were still pressed together on the mat. “Seriously? I leave you two alone for like 10 minutes!  Haven’t you had enough sex yet?  Keep this up Sammy and she’ll be giving you a pup right away. Come on you two nymphos.  Back to work!”

By the end of the day, you were exhausted. After dinner, Sam gave you some books to read about vampires.  You fell asleep with your head buried in a book.

“Do you think she’s ready?” Dean asked.

“I wish she wasn’t going at all, but I think she can hold her own. I don’t think there is any way to get her to stay behind short of locking her in the dungeon.  She’s very stubborn.” Sam replied.

“Not to mention you’d probably never get laid again.” Dean said thoughtfully.

“Well there’s that.” Sam frowned.

Once again Sam carried you to his room.  This time you didn’t wake up all night, you simply snuggled into Sam’s arms and didn’t move.  That was unusual in itself.  Ever since Sam had claimed you, your heat had flared during the night and you had woken him up for sex. This meant your heat was finally over.  

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