A Queen of Nothing Prologue 1.2
He accepted her terms, and brought his shortsword onto the earth. she did the same with her blade, clasping both hands on the top and bowing her head. one of the few things in common with the two species was the way they began a duel.
Mirabet, Sylabeth and the Gold (dragon/dragon vore, some smut)
His two shortswords as well, though he'd rather not get that close, and the priest had gotten out a mace whose head was a lump of magically hardened ice.
Overencumbered
He carried a shortsword at one hip, an axe at the other, and had his favorite shield slung over his back when the two travelled, but he was much more content with the days that _didn't_ require him to put his life on the line.
Trial by Fluster
The fotter looked over himself for a moment only to be pulled away by a metal clattering at his side where a basic longsword... or, more accurately a shortsword, but it was long by his standards.
The Lanaryu Lizfols
Her shortsword slid from its scabbard with a satisfying rasp of steel, and holding the blade above the water, she made her way down the path into the semi-sunken village.
Rivals: Opportunity
Wincing, he drew his shortsword. in these tight quarters, mobility would be key. he clutched a buckler in his off hand. he came to the door and pressed the side of his head to it. within, he heard a shrill voice shouting over deep chanting.
FFTA:FC Chapter 1
Visk rose triumphantly with a shortsword and a bronze shield. "here ya go!" aura held onto the items shakily. "now for armor and a helmet..." "okay, that oughtta do it!" visk said. aura tightened the buckles on her battle boots and stood up.
Alcatraz Ch. XXVI-Aiakos
Rochelle drew two wicked looking blades he'd never seen on her before, almost shortswords and double edged. he didn't like his chances but she'd given him one of the dirtiest possible advantages.
War on Tamriel: Oblivion, Chapter 9
Martin revealed a silver shortsword underneath his robes. ''alright lets go!'' the plan was set and everyone went to do their own part.
Silver Nights - Chapter 4
At this point, one of the bandits made a run for it, while the other drew his shortsword. too late he realized the man was charging him with his lightning shield.
The Shadow Stalker
Her arrow flew straight and true, knocking the creature to the ground, where she calmly marched over and finished the two remaining foes with swift strikes from her shortsword. she camped in the remains of an old hut that night.
Southlands: Artion
The female, almost patronizing, struck artion in the mouth with the hilt of her shortsword, letting the weight of the steel daze him.