Commander Fist Fight Novels & Stories

Mane smiled and turned to deliver a powerful fist. Daggers, saber and a fist crossed at an intersection, their fated meeting causing a massive explosion. *BOOM*

“You mistake me. I don’t want to have her. I want to own her. There’s a difference.” Elena’s breath caught, her knuckles white around the knife. Adrian took a step forward, placing himself fully between them. “You’ll touch her over my dead body.” The Commander’s eyes sparkled, her grin widening. “Exactly my plan.” And then the fight began. She moved with impossible speed, a blur of shadow and steel. Adrian blocked her first strike, the force jolting through his arms. Sparks scattered as blades clashed, echoing through the hollow warehouse. Elena pressed back against the wall, torn between fear and the instinct to help. She watched as Adrian fought, every motion born from desperation as much

, the male commander said, "I will not go against my word." "I know you won't", Rev says in disgust. Steronick hands over the commanding officer to him. The commander takes Crysanta his younger sister into his hands in a slow gently motion that almost made Rev puke. "In all my years, no one has ever forced me from a fight. No matter how stonge or weak." "Till now", Steronick says with a forced show of pride on his face. Even though he was shaking within him he stood proud, this was his win and his alone to claim.

she argued. “You're not leaving me, you're going to get help.” I snapped gently. “Okay then assholes,” I said, cracking my knuckles, “how about we fist fight?” Nyx took to her heels immediately. The second Nyx ran, I moved. I jumped at the closest giant, driving my fist into his ribs. It felt like hitting a solid stone. He barely reacted. Instead, he grinned, showing his thick, yellow teeth flashing through the nearby lights. “Is that all?” he mocked.

He moved with a singular focus, cutting down anyone who dared stand in his way. The two warriors met in a clash of steel, their swords ringing out as they traded blows. The commander was strong, but Lucian was stronger even though he was as young as his enemy's child. His training had prepared him for this moment, and he fought with a ferocity that left his opponent reeling. With a final, decisive strike, Lucian’s blade found its mark, piercing the commander’s heart.

A staff member stood outside—dark blue vest with the event logo, headset on, notebook under his arm. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said politely, but with a clear sense of urgency. "Two registered fighters, the Italian Paolo Gerini and the Emirati Karim al-Fahim... have issued a challenge against Graves." Marcus's facial muscles twitched. "Now?" he asked. "Twenty minutes after a win?"

With every charge lunged at him he fought back, snapping his jaws, and trying to keep taking chunks from him. Silently I charged towards him with everything I had and leapt onto his back. I had the scruff of his neck in my jaws and soon found a wound made by Rocco. I used my jaws to open it wider, ripping huge shreds of muscle away. Blood rushed up at me, hot and sticky on my face. I fell off his black furred back onto the floor and watched as Rocco leapt up and took over. Pinning Wicknace to the floor he didn’t spare a second before taking his throat.

Gemma answered coldly. The old wolf grinned at her. “I look forward to seeing what kind of she-wolf you will be, Luna Gemma. I am sure we will have our hands full with you.” He seemed amused at her annoyance and she had to remind herself not to roll her eyes in front of him. The commander saluted the Elder as he made his way towards his car with his refreshments in hand. They stood on the steps until the car disappeared from their view. “Gemma, I know we got off on the wrong foot...but you can lean on me.” The commander said in a low voice.

He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Het will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says so quickly I stop breathing so I can hear him properly.

Looking at Zitrey, it seems there's a black mist surrounding her that when you get near you will be devoured completely. “What?! Scared? Don't tell me you are all afraid of him? If that is, then scram! You scaredy-cat.”, the Fat Guy said mocking his comrades. Being told by their leader as losers, their blood boiled, and aggressively attacked Zitrey. Zitrey was surrounded with hands forming a fist but to her this was nothing. “I warned you,” she said. Then the brawl started. “Too slow.” The mighty fist stop in midair when Zitrey holds her Opponent's wrist then firmly punched his face, making it bleed. The first bold person coming her way taste his own blood.