Commander Fist Fight Novels & Stories

The warriors came closer, most decked out in fighting gear. “Well, you poor guys got the short end of the stick.” One of them chuckled. “I don’t know. It shouldn’t be too bad.” Pulling off my jacket, I had Raine tandem with me. “You ever fight a Commander before?” He furrowed his bow but I could see his eyes flutter to my tattoo. “No.” “Well then, let me be the first. Hopefully, I don’t actually kill you. I’ve been known to do that from time to time. It’s why I wasn’t allowed to train with anyone inexperienced.”

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

Rufus ordered his men, even if they were at a disadvantage, he wouldn't accept defeat, Alexa's men didn't wait for the order as they unsheathed weapons and defended themselves. Edwin and Alexa looked to Rufus with a grin, she unsheathed her sword, and they began a dance, a mortal one. Edwin was lulled away to help one Claire that was having some trouble taking care of a wolf. Alexa took the first swing at Rufus, the swords clashed each other, they were immersed in a battle of wills, they didn't say what was going on around them, just the opponent, and the swords clashing, Rufus went for her head, she dived and kicked his legs, making him fall on his bottom. Rufus rolled to avoid the sharp bl

Mokunfayo Badmus. "Is this how you intend to capture the second in command of a notorious fraternity? Is this how you plan on killing him?!" Fuhad had barely finished his frustrating peptalk before sending a punch flying right at my jawline, I leaned backwards just in time to save my jawline from being shattered, but I was not lucky—or quick—enough to evade the kick that came right after, from the same left angle his punch had came from. I rotated and failed to find my balance; thereby falling on all fours.

"Quantitative advantage does not equal tactical superiority. They are fighting for a paycheck. We are fighting for existence." "Logic doesn't stop bullets, Wolfy," Neoma said. She wrapped her arms around her torso. Her muscles were trembling, a fine, high-frequency vibration. "If we die..." "We do not die," Barzil rumbled. The Commander was cleaning his sword. Steel scraped against the whetstone—a rhythmic, grinding sound. The vibration traveled up from the blade, into his hands, and settled in my own jaw. Each grinding cycle sent a tremor through my teeth.

‘It’s kinda odd calling it a war,’ Sikandar opined, ‘Feels more like a skirmish and apparently I might not get screen time. It looked that way to him because Aarif was stuck inside Jafar’s ‘Are you sure you want to write that?’ water giant mode body and quickly running out of air. “As you can see,” The reporter reported from the other side, “Clan Head Aarif Ghazi Pashtun has no way to escape. Emperor Jafar has this duel in the bag. The question is, will he show his former childhood companion mercy or will he choke the head of the snake?” the stream then showed the comet, which looked as big as a whale now, “Meanwhile, Fire Fist continues its path towards Asadistan. With their leader defeated

"I want all five of you to take down Nathan. This is not the time to be holding back. You know the extent to his abilities. It is imperative that we subdue him today." "Yes master!" They responded. Armed with brass knuckles, steel crutches, the ability to shift in and out of the shadows like a phantom, a scimitar, and a long sword respectively, the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth exceptional fighters made a beeline for Nathan. Like an enraged beast, the first fighter charged ahead and reached for Nathan. "Prepare to face your death today!" He bellowed as he swung his fist at Nathan. With a grunt of disdain, Nathan raised his own fist.

He smiled. He dropped the sword and walked fast. We fought in hand to hand combat. I took a hard punch to the shoulder and I replied to him with a kick. I felt a punch on my stomach that sent me flying and hitting my back on the hard cabin structure wood. I staggered and fell but I wasn’t giving up. Rebecca rushed to my side and helped me up. We both fought beside each other. The commander came flying, he was too strong for a wizard that wasn’t using magic, I could senec darkness around him like he was a Demon but inpossible, A Demon could never be part of them.

The company commander stumbled off the car hood, clutching at his bruised neck and heaving for breath. In a swift motion, he yanked his gun from his belt, pressing the icy barrel against Liam's forehead. "Damn you! Obstructing official duties, attacking a soldier? I should shoot you on the spot!" He cocked the gun, thumbing off the safety, finger trembling on the trigger. However, then, he froze. He could not move a muscle. Because Liam, with his fiery gaze locked on him, seemed to summon an onslaught of vengeful spirits. His aura was unyielding, crashing down on the company commander like a tidal wave.

Crew fights were our specialty. Armando didn’t deserve to walk away but I would see Rosa when this was done and I refused to allow anger to cloud my head before the fight started. Xavier and the faculty stepped back. There was no signal. Both sides attacked. I went for Armando who was coming for me. The look in his eyes said I wouldn’t be in one piece when this was over. He didn’t know my fists but the first one came up to introduce itself. He stumbled back and I charged him, driving him to the ground on his back.