Arcee X Knockout Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We’ll get you to the hospital. You’ll be okay, I promise.” “You bastard! You really think you can win this fight? Go to hell!” Aric growled, his face contorted with rage. In a blur movement, he took down each of Axel’s men with speed and precision that I barely saw it happening. He was skilled, and mom was right when she said I didn’t know who he was. One by one, they collapsed to the floor, dead, leaving only Axel. Aric turned to him, his eyes dark with rags. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and shot Axel in his already crippled legs. Once, twice, again and again, until the floor was filled with his blood.

“You will see me again, and we will be together.” BANG! “No, you won't,” Ace shot him in the crotch. “But you will see me in hell.” BANG! Ace fired the 6th bullet, it went straight through his forehead. Harrison Mobley's lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud SLAM.

The problem was this duel was a fight to death and endurance was going to be a key factor towards success. Ara picked himself up in time to block a diving kick with his hands, he also blocked a second and third kicks to his ears. Swiftly he took an acrobatic back heel kick and slammed his heel into the left ear of his opponent. The side of The Drifter’s skull was slammed against one of the tombstones creating a deep cut in his scalp as he rolled on the floor. The Drifter recovered in no time like his head had just slammed into jelly and he swiped his blade ferociously at Ara catching him in the abdomen and creating a bloody incision on his stomach. Ara pulled away clutching his stomach in pa

“RUN!” She bolted toward the hallway— But stopped when she heard the Hunter’s voice. A mechanical whisper through the mask: “Target acquired.” Aarin roared. Not a human roar. A sound that shook the air. He launched himself at the Hunter, slamming him into the ground. “DON’T. TOUCH. HER.” She stumbled backward in horror, her pulse exploding. “Aarin—” she whispered. Aarin didn’t hear. He kept punching. And punching. And punching— Until the Hunter’s mask cracked and blood splattered across the floor.

Their swords collided with a burst of sparks. The force of the impact cracked the stone beneath their feet. Aeron jumped forward at the same time, thrusting his spear toward the general’s side. But the shadow warrior twisted smoothly and blocked the strike with his armored forearm. Then he kicked Aeron backward. The warrior slid several feet across the battlement before regaining his balance. “Okay,” Aeron muttered. “He’s strong.” Kael continued trading blows with the general. Their blades moved so quickly Luna could barely follow the fight.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

I went into an empty room which seemed to be a resting area for the trainers. I played with my hands while sitting on the ground of the room. A couple of minutes had passed and I was curious about how Ace was doing. I hesitantly decided to go back in. I watched from a distance as Ace finally swung at the kid, knocking him out. I let out a breath of relief. I didn't see much of the match but I could see that Ace was confused while looking around the room.

The adrenaline was wearing off, and with it came the sting, every split, scrape, and bruise from training flaring up like open wounds. Aaron stood in front of him with the cotton balls. "Fucking idiot," he muttered, but the touch was practised. Precise. Just not gentle. Aaron dabbed the cuts on Knox’s face with white cotton balls dripping with burning chemicals that were seeping into the slits like ant bites. Knox winced as he glared up into Aaron's face with confined rage that was constricting his chest into orchids. Aaron's disposition was calm compared to his anger-ridden brain. Knox was failing to be aloof at this point.

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.