Commander Fist Fight Novels & Stories

Pain exploded in my side, but I scrambled to get up. She waited, hands on her hips. “Come on, little pup,” she said. “You’ll never make it past day one like this.” I charged again, trying to remember what I’d seen in movies. I swung clumsily, missed, and felt her hand shove my shoulder, sending me stumbling back again. “Focus,” Commander Reid shouted. “Watch her movements, not just her fists.” I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure how to do that. The next time she came at me, I ducked—barely—and managed to push her back a little. Just a little.

Zac and Fist were always at odds because, for one thing, during our training together, Fist had always been the one with the higher grade and loved to boast about this. I always cheered him on, but Zac kept his animosity with him until they had an epic fight and Zac managed to cheat his way to victory. He had poured dirt into Fist's eyes and had an opening that he used to scare his face. "Go," Fist said to me as he stood in a fighting stance. He pushed Zac far away from where I stood and began blocking me from Zac. "I'll take him on." "You can't stand a chance against him." Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make mor

The third strike would signify that he had won and the fight was over. “I know but I won’t let it come to that” Fred ruffled through his hair, His mate Lola was grumpily looking at him, she hated when he failed because she was a competitive person. “We will see about that” Coast answered striking first, he aimed for his eyes and Fred maneuvered it by pushing the sword to the side right beside his ears, he mistakenly cut his hand from the sharp sword and Coast hastily grabbed his hand, “Are you okay?” He asked. “Ya, first strike” Fred said pointing at his sword in front of Coast’s stomach.

In this moment, he set himself to take the pressure to the individual officers who were duty-bound to answer to his challenge. ''And what says you inspector Miriam?'' even more slight with the chief of police who wouldn't condone his casual attitude. ''And where have you been, Inspector Donell?'' William asked, unable to hide his fury. ''To have the devil's piss, chief,'' replied Donell. ''We shall need some devil's spirit to combat this ravening devil, shan't we, chief?''

" The Captain officer nodded, in fact she just encouraged herself, the fear she felt at that time. She had to get her sister away from that house before the soldiers could attack. "Men hold your fire," the captain commanded his battalion soldier. "Shen, gang come out. I'm out here waiting for you," she shouted out loud. Jasmaine's voice trembled as she called out to the youngest sister. Her ten -year -old youngest sister came out without any fear. As a child she did not yet know why there had to be soldiers around. Their Captain's face also caught Jasmine's eye. It seemed familiar to him. "Jake," she hesitated saying the Captain's name.

My dagger buried itself in the first man's back. I ripped a fallen sword from another corpse and met the second attacker head-on. Our blades collided. I kicked his knee sideways. Bone snapped. He screamed. The commander spun just in time to cut down the third. For a brief moment, we stood back to back. Enemies circled us. Neither of us spoke. Neither questioned why the other still breathed. Instinct. Nothing more. We fought as one. His blade swept left. Mine covered the right. A soldier rushed between us.

I turned just in time to see Eric storming toward us, his face a mask of fury. “Eric?” I said, alarmed. “What are you doing—” He didn’t let me finish. With one swift motion, he swung his fist and punched Jaxon directly in the jaw. The impact echoed in the room, followed by a collective gasp from the onlookers who had dared to peek out from their workstations. Jaxon staggered back, one hand flying to his jaw. His expression shifted from shock to cold fury as he straightened, his gaze locking on Eric.

My mate tilts his huge gun metal grey head back and howls to the moon Goddess telling our team to start. Dylan’s wolf growls, dropping to a fighting stance the minute Clay howls. I don’t give him a chance to attack my mate. I leap at him, biting into his left shoulder ripping the flesh from it and spitting it out. It howls in pain but refuses to attack me.

Yeah, now I’m calling my size the little one. I threw a punch on him and dodged it, hopping from one angle to the other. I gave him a playful punch, and he staggered back. I mean, it was just a playful punch, why the hell is he staggering? “Hey, Natalya, take it easy with the punch. You drew smoke outta his ear just now. I said knock him out, not make him deaf. Do you get me?” the commander asked. “Yes, sir,” I said before diverting my attention back to the fighting ground.

I tried to speak, but the only sound I could manage was a faint, pathetic wheeze. Upon seeing me remain silent, Victor took it as a confession, his eyes turning bloodshot with rage. He gave a sharp, mirthless laugh before suddenly reaching out toward one of his bodyguards. "Very well, then!" His bodyguard instantly handed him a baseball bat while the others moved in to restrain me. "I don't think you'll be needing this arm anymore since you had the nerve to lay a hand on Wanda!" Victor barked as he raised the baseball bat and swung it toward my arm.