Fall From Grace, Chapter Forty Three

Faustine flipped her khopesh, caught the blade in her palm, and held out the haft. “here. take it.” sadik looked down at the hooked blade, then up at her. “i’ve got two,” she said.

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Death's Blood Ch. Thirteen: The Weight of the World

I swing both khopeshes, but not with the inner arcs. the other side of each is blunt enough to knock the wind out of him. i kick him before i loom over him with my right khopesh to his throat, and growl, "yield."

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ANUBIS

It was a khopesh, a curved sword. i fell, dead. i woke to be on a marble floor, with no idea how i got there. then a voice boomed, "step forward!"

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Death's Blood Ch. Eighteen: The Underworld Lord's Deal

I turn back, to the last weasel, which i behead with both khopeshes. i dash from stack to stack of dynamite crates. when in range, i use my left khopesh to force the bear's rifle upwards, and he lets it fire.

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Dark Souls- 1

He was wearing nothing but an egyptian style loincloth and was weilding golden twin blade khopesh, with fire streaming off of one and water surging from the other.

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Fall From Grace, Chapter Forty Six

There were pieces of bronze armor, luscious sashes of red, a khopesh sheathed at her hip. she met kavaia’s gaze before timidly looking away. a tension lingered in the gloomy air. “yes?” kavaia asked. sadik looked at faustine.

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Servant of the Nile

To his left was a fennec, the right a hyena, each of them wielding a single khopesh. seth's long tail swished behind him, checking the space was clear to back into, brushing over the soft sand.

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Death's Blood Ch. Thirty-One: Curtain Call

I pull the khopesh from the metal-mesh, and then slash from right to left, on her midsection. though her blood stains the dress, the wound is not fatal. i step to her, presenting my khopeshes.

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MMG: From Death, A Demon Stirs

He turned sharply around, drawing his khopesh. "the _fuck_ are you doing over here? i told you to stay-fucking-put!" "i'm bored and i can't tell what you two are talking about!" the hippo groaned.

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The Seventh Realm 31

Looking down to the ground, she kicks a cykera metal khopesh toward him with her boot. “let’s see what you’ve got!” she grins. “are you serious?!” jack exclaims. “we should just kill him and be done with it.” katero urges.

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Death's Blood Ch. Nine: Costumes

With the hook of my right khopesh, i tear into his arm, which makes him drop his pistol. the second he digs in his sidearm, i thrust my left khopesh up his chin and he instantly goes limp.

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Fall From Grace, Chapter Twenty Nine

Faustine leaped, snarling, bracing her khopesh. he twisted, kicking out. his sandal met her gut, and the curve of her blade chipped off his armor, cracking several scales. she stumbled back.

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