Ngl Yangyang might be capable of holding her own against Rover's Spectro bladework now. Now if its facing Rover with their Aero bladework and getting spammer by Tyrvine projected swords, however...

Why, you certainly have a way with words, don't you, Ms Tuesday? You flatter me! Though nowadays, I don't have much time to practice my bladework. It seems the modern era tends to prefer more... explosive machines, I'll say.

Yeah I heard people say to start with stay night and then with unlimited bladework And zero later on? other say different stuff, gosh even fate fans cannot agree

just breathtaking. the precision in movement and the way he embodies the music!!!! pretty leg turnout!!!! bladework!!!!!

Dainsleif seeing Skirk’s bladework

babu! (Titipan) Halo guys, siapa tau ada yang masih perlu, akhirnya aku menemukan kunci untuk trigger hidden anecdote Varka di Favonius Keep, yaitu buka dulu anecdote Noelle "Bladework" biar dialognya nyambung! 😭☝🏻

Willow’s bladework being a mix of the swordplay that Dain taught her and the Favonius style bladework

Not all, though. Arnis/eskrima/kali is such an umbrella term that there are several styles spread throughout the archipelago. The southern styles definitely tend to have a silat flavor, but the northern styles tend to demonstrate more the spanish influence in the bladework.

ᅠ His bladework was like a flash— practiced iaijutsu coming to light in fluid , lightning quick motion . Blades edge had already tasted the iron in Nacht's blood as a warning ; a shallow cut along Nacht's cheek . (cont.)

“You want to learn some Favonius Bladework? Heh, alright then, I’ll teach you” Your bride is waiting traveler~ #waifu #cosplay #genshinimpact #eula

Literally so many bullshit excuses. Shirou should've been there from the start. But at least this way the chance of an ult that creates an unlimited bladework Domain isn't out of the question yet. They butchered these character so bad I hope shirou gets to use Rho aias in his kit

Aunty Hiyuki wants to see her bladework

black serpent bladework realness

Super cool! Plus even if you like riding machines this looks super boring because of all the back and forth, and if it vibrates that would suck Expecting to see this on Gold Rush soon with D12s on GPS , especially for open stripping. Need some cameras and software for bladework

At the expense of looking too much like a nerd, which form do you think Rover should have? Form 1: Broad, sweeping strikes for crowd control Form 2: Fencing. Forward and backwards footwork with high single target damage. Form 3: Omni directional parrying. Lacks offensive pressure, but virtually untouchable. Form 4: Swift Ground-Aerial combos. Aggressive, but burns a lot of stamina. Form 5: Power strikes with unyielding forward momentum. Fluid parries lead into devastating counter attacks, but lacks mobility. Form 6: Forms 1, 3, 4 and 5 fused together. Due to the Form’ flexible nature, force abilities are often woven into the bladework (or a second lightsaber). Form 7: Danjin

Saber has Excalibur, and Archer has Unlimited Bladework, so I'm confident Gilgamesh will get either the Gate of Babylon or Enuma Elish.

Is that Yasuo’s bladework on the Mech?

This literally just happened to me playing off a 500 anima cash. Game was impossible to lose but ASOL melted my Bladework/QSS/Batblades Urgot 3 and I went 4th. Seems…not fun.

[She removes her helmet, allowing herself to talk with him more directly.] Well, I believe your bladework to be rather skillful, even if it isn't to /her/ level.

This was the thrid time in 7 days, Terran standard, that his Lord has spoken to him on the finer points of bladework. Sebastyn was of course assured, both by his own experience, and the reputation his Lord had garnered before he came into the Rogue Trader's employ, of the veracity of this professed expertise. He was also sick to the back teeth of hearing about it. At first, Sebastyn Vane thought it was some kind of oblique criticism, it's true that he was never educated in the finer points of bladework; his time in the Jopall 121st Rifle Squadron had been mostly occupied with logistics reports, liason work, waitng around for orders, and the occasional, blinding terror of combat. Despite himself, Sebastyn had become lost in his reveries; wondering if his new position as Provisionary Senechal, that is to say bodyguard-cum-valet for one of the most singularly powerful men in the entire segmentum, was a promotion or a punishment when he was interrupted by the sharp tone of his Lord. "Sebastyn, am I boring you?" Instinct prevented him from physically flinching, a bone-deep knowledge drilled into him through an innumerable procession of delicate but intensely boring military proceedings. "Not at all, Lord Captain." He resisted the urge to shift the focus of his gaze from whatever point it had settled on for the last several minutes. "Lord /Sterling/." He mildly corrected, his half-lidded eyes drilling into and, or so it seemed to Sebastyn, through his Senechal's very soul, "Have I ever told you why I stole you away from your Emperor-given task in the Astra Militarum?" "I do believe you stated at the time that you were in need of a logistics officer, my Lord," after an intentionally deferential pause, he added, "Sterling." "Half correct. If I had wanted a mere toadie, or some number-minded quill-push, I'd have grabbed the collar of the first mildly competent Administratum clerk." "Then I confess to being unaware, Lord Sterling." "A large portion of the work a Senechal does, as you should know by now, is dealing with the mundanity of interfaces. Speaking with delegations, understanding dialects, and having the sort of flexibility that requires-" Ignatius Draken Sterling paused, momentarily distracted by, if Sebastyn was to guess, the faintest change in the pitch of the drives aboard his flagship "Argent Missive." Whatever the distraction, it stood for several seconds, leaving the two in an awkward silence. "Lord?" "What are your honest opinions on the standard-pattern longlas?" Ignatius was prone to this sort of thing, changing subjects to wrong-foot someone. Sebastyn dourly supposed it was instinct, by this point. "Pardon, Lord, but do you mean the M-G pattern, the the MVS2? Both are in widespread use by most units in the Guard." "Is there a difference?" Sebastyn furrowed his brow; that was like asking if there was much difference between a grox and a sheen-bird, "The M-G is reliable, but it's got a barrel twice the length of a standard las. It's not considered to be compatible with hotshot charges; though you can retrofit it to be if you have the knack. MVS2 is shorter, and a little bit lighter, but it's more prone to barrel issues, especially with hotshot. As the barrel heats it tends to cook the lenses, you have to do a test volley every time you take apart the lens assembly for cleaning to know which way it's going to lean, but that's only if you're-" "And that," Ignatius interrupted, holding one hand up placatingly, "is why I picked you." Sebastyn paused, mouth agape. "Lord Cpatain I-" "Lord Sterling." He reminded, a small grin tugging at the side of his face. "Lord Sterling," Sebastyn continued, doing his best to mask his consternation, "There were many other men in my regiment who were much more suited to combat." "But few, if any, who can do what you can, Mr. Vale." Sebastyn stared across the room from his Lord Captain. At some point, he had stood, in his usual, silent, bonelessly graceful manner, without Sebastyn's notice. One gloved hand was laid delicately on the hilt of the concernly exotic pattern of chainsword he seemed to favor, the other was holding a dataslate that he was regarding with the sort of distrust one would usually reserve for a dodgy bit of street food. He was donned in the sort of attire he wore when speaking to dignitaries; a finely made greatcoat reminiscent, but subtly distinct in cut and trim, to that of a Imperial Navy admiral's. His boots had been shined, recently, and his clothes had been very obviously recently starched and pressed. "If it wasn't clear, we will be meeting someone of some import, shortly. You will liase with their valet, confirm the location's security, and then retire to a vantage point where you will be making the second half of your skills useful, Mr. Vale." Ignatius nodded at a small, ornate, wooden footlocker which had been set to one side of the drawing room, "That is for you. I assume you will need time to get to know it. The gymnasium at foredeck Alpha 10 has been reserved for your use until we make berth." With that, Ignatius bowed, just slightly, "My life is in your hands. Do carry it delicately." Sebastyn became intensely aware of how dry his mouth was as he tried to form several questions simultaneously. Before he could ask even one, Ignatius Draken Sterling had made for the door, leaving him in the drawing room, along save for the footlocker, and the sound of the Argent Missive's drives. He walked over to the footlocker, and thumbed the clasp, some ornate shape reminiscent of a 4-winged insect. The latch clicked and the footlocker opened on soundless hinges. Sebastyn let out a low, quiet curse of surprise, as the Urdesh-Pattern Mark IV inside seemed to stare up at him. He gently hefted it; it was exquisitely made, black as the void between stars, and lighter than he had expected. He glanced down, beneath the longlas had been laid a bandolier, with thre of the four slots occupied by top-of-the-line standard las cells. The fourth slot carried a hotshot cartridge, slightly smaller, much denser, and fit with a purity seal. Alongside these, were cloth sheaths with spare las barrels, a cleaning kit, and a small subcompact las pistol with it's own compliment of cells. Vale couldn't stop a small smile picking at his face as he set the longlas back down and closed the footlocker with a barely audible click. Had Sebastyn been a different, more vain man, he would have said something, even to himself. Instead, he hefted the footlocker by it's handles, and began the trek to foredeck Alpha 10.