Blacksmith Jiu Jitsu Novels & Stories

I just about managed to slide them out with a modicum of politeness before I nestled my boys close and ran away. Again. I didn’t want to be around any of them anymore. I didn’t want to be involved in their dramas. I was here for my boys, that was all, and I was already in way over my head. I bore their weight easily, even at a sprint; though my wolf had disappeared, I’d trained hard to ensure I could protect my perfect snow angel sons. Years of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Taekwondo had strengthened me, even when I’d been at my weakest.

His cheek was practically up against mine, and I was afraid he’d move if I turned. “Yeah,” I whispered. I was blushing so hard, I was worried he’d feel the heat coming off of my cheeks. “That’s because he’s a jiu-jitsu guy. He wants to take the fight to the ground, because then he will have the advantage.” “And the other guy?” I asked. I was just trying to find questions at this point so that he would stay close to me. “He’s a boxer. You can tell because he’s trying to use his reach and speed to get hits while they’re standing.”

Jane class. The big blond guy hit the mat hard, taking Gresso with him, but Gresso had the advantage of landing on top of his opponent and was able to maneuver himself out of the man’s chokehold. Gresso spun and twisted his opponent’s arm in another judo move that didn’t require much force to break. The inmates watching howled in sympathy along with the agonized scream of the man down on the mat. Gresso was not done with him. He broke his opponent’s other arm, too. Once he was disabled, Gresso took him down and straddled him, after which he rained a fury of punches on the guy’s face until it looked like a squished tomato.

Russell's mouth twitched. Noah asked with a smile, "Didn't you say that no one can say anything?" Russell put down the water cup. "Wanna give it a try?" "Hmm?" Russell said slowly, "Taekwondo black belt, Jujitsu tenth degree, Sanda Golden Dragon's practical combat?" Noah... "Brother-in-law, I’m sorry, I was wrong." This kid, with his flexible attitude, he can bow and submit, really reminds him of Chelsea.

Maxsuel said, placing a hand on my right shoulder. "Damn, that was brutal. Are you a professional in jiu-jitsu or something?" Jonathan asked, keeping a few steps back—less invasive but clearly impressed. "Congrats, Eliza!" Liam and Nicolas chimed in together, stepping closer and offering handshakes. I shook their hands, feeling a warmth in my chest—a comforting sense of belonging. "Thanks, guys! I just trained jiu-jitsu a little more than other sports..." I replied with a shrug.

a husky and manly voice comes from beside me, under the darkness of the room. “Who are you?” I demand, suddenly suspicious. “If you think you feel cocky enough to try to score, think again. I'm a black belt Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu fighter. Try to move a little and I'm gonna fold your clothes while you're still in them—” “Excuse me, miss,” the man snaps. “You're the one standing next to the control panel. Why don't you trying pressing some buttons?” “But it's dark. I can't see a damn thing! Do you have your phone?”

In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning. Grayson, though, was calm. With a slight turn of his face, he evaded the other’s fist. Thus, Jean’s fist met the doorframe and he ended up wincing in pain. “Oh?” His sly analyzing eyes stared at Grayson as he blew on his knuckles. “Trained for combat?” “Ninth dan black belt, kickboxing champion, and longsword champion.” Grayson listed humbly. Jean stared at him before dropping his fist, feeling like a buffoon.

However, his expertise in forging iron and other minerals made it difficult for him to be replaced by other blacksmiths. As a baby, Berk was thrown away not far from where Bowen worked as a blacksmith. Bowen was a stocky dwarf with a long golden beard that was neatly braided. He loved creating and forging weapons for hours on end. His expertise was very well known throughout the human and non-human world. When he found baby Berk, who had nearly died of starvation, Bowen took him home. He gave the baby milk and carried him on his back when he worked. That's how Berk was raised. He became a skilled blacksmith just like Bowen, his adoptive father, The Genius Blacksmith.

The two lackeys flanked both sides of Takeshi. “S-Stand back!” The black one said. Then the brunette stood in front of him confidently and prepared a stand like a boxer. “Leave this to me, Reiki. HA!!” The brunette threw a right jab towards Jai. Jai leaned his head to the side and easily dodged the punch. The brunette followed it up with a left jab, but Jai easily dodged that too. The brunette didn’t stop there though, he threw more punches at Jai. But all of his punches felt like textbook to the thunder elemer, and he easily flipped the situation around.

“30 miles later and DI Sampson is the only one still with me and he’s on the side of the road puking. Speaking of running, any rules I should know for around here?” “No. And you can go to the gym by yourself.” He told his sister in reference to their father’s rules. “That was the stupidest rule ever. You could lay Sirius on his ass. I don’t think any of the warriors would spar with you. Weren’t you a black belt by then?” “Black in Jiu Jitsu and brown in Tae Kwon Do. And junior golden gloves for the state.” “And you couldn’t run or go to the gym by yourself.” Perseus shook his head.