Family Bonds-Part three
His name was jonathon claymore, loving father and grandfather and skilled sorcerer. he sat on a couch in a lavish living room along with two others.
Chapter 4: "...We've all Got Secrets to Hide..."
The man known as valor had declared, as he snapped a finger, and created a claymore (mind you, the scottish longsword, not the explosive) of golden light.
Family Tradition IX: Boy Scouts
Grunt had blasted a few cannibals across the battlefield with his trusty claymore. he ripped the marauder that was leading them into pieces with his bare hands and crushed its screeching head beneath his feet.
Princess of Demons: Chapter 1
Then, making another jump, he leaped at her, claymore risen above his head, intending on burying it in her skull. time slowed down for the demon princess. a searing rage surged within her.
How I Found It All: Part X
She could barely even hold the massive claymores that the warriors wielded. "by the time she was old enough to lick the hist tree--a very important coming of age ceremony in our culture--she decided to get it over with, and leave.
Bound Forever (Tribual) - Ch.1
Grandi had slipped on some heavy ebony armor and lifted a great claymore over his shoulder and hung it on a leather strap that never seemed to be worn out at all.
Third Arc Zero Street: Chapter 3
The coyote walking away from me was claymore. and next time we met... i wasn't going to hold back.
Sword Day
When the class began, the instructor asked if there was anyone who had experience training with swords like long swords, claymores, and short swords. rhys raised his hand, and to his surprise, so did alex.
Brothers in Arms - The Battle of Evermore
It was his idea to get some demo set up along the perimetre, but since he couldn't get it sanctioned by hot iron, he had to be creative, so instead of using claymores and c4, he had used anything from flash bangs to roman candles, and had the previous bomber
The Chronicles of the Knights: 1
"the guards at the weapon shop will give you a brand new claymore, just tell them old flameiod sent ya, and you'll get it for free." "free really?"brandonasked in shock as she smiled.
Tzerurah McRath
A silver claymore hung from his waist trimmed in gold and covered in magic symbols. there were several scars on his arms and a couple on his chest from the many trials he had endured.
Writing Practice: Complex Combat Scene
The glow of your claymore starts to fade. has the dark one finally beaten you? have you finally gone too far in taunting the black dragon? pinned against the ground, you struggle, uselessly, against the hundreds of bodies tearing at your body.