Commander Fist Fight Novels & Stories

The idea is laughable. My warriors exchange looks, waiting for my command. I turn my attention to them, my lips curling into a smirk. “Well, gentlemen, it seems we have an opportunity before us.” A few chuckles ripple through the room, though the tension remains thick. “Marcus,” I declare, glancing at my second-in-command, “You’ll fight beside me.” Marcus inclines his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Gladly.” He’s one of my strongest warriors. Vicious, relentless, a killer through and through. If Cerelia and Soren think this will be a fair fight, they are sorely mistaken. I will grind them into the dirt and take what is mine.

“Antiono longest time, how are you doing” “Chief Lamlord I didn't expect this call especially this hour, how may I be of help to you”. Antiono said with less excitement that he was talking to Chief Lamlord. “Hold it there boy, you won't speak to me in such tone okay”. Chief Lamlord said Antiono kept quiet,he wasn't ready for this. “What is this I hear from my Natasha?” Chief said in a curious but angry matter. “I see she's come to you already”.

We ended up being friends and he is a very good friend of mine". "If things turn bad here at Fang city, contact him, and go join him at Holandis, he is part of a team that fights werewolves and vampires but he doesn't have to know who you are, he doesn't know am a vampire either, from him, learn to fight and defend yourself, live to fight another day son," Raymond said. "Excuse me, your Majesty, Fedrick said as he walked, "yes, Fedrick?" "The new soldier recruits are ready they are waiting for you to address them," Fedrick said. "I will join you shortly" Raymond replied and dismissed Fedrick.

I sigh for the millionth time while feeling sorry for myself. I begin to hear commotion, so I look back up towards the winners. When I do, I see the three Commanders from Cok fighting Burk as a team, and my heart stops. Fists and elbows are being thrown in all directions by everyone, but my eyes don't leave Burk. He seems to be deflecting the majority of their blows, but they have managed to split the skin above his left eyebrow already. Suddenly a big male from Bronkark tackles one of the Commanders fighting Burk, and Burk lands a hard hit to the male on his right. But while he is distracted by his punch Garlof, the commander I dislike, punches him. Burk stumbles, and the big sand-colored b

Franco and the first guy were engaging in a fist fight while Felix and another one were struggling with a gun. The guy finally got the gun, he pointed it at Franco but before he could pull the trigger, Felix held his hand and moved it up so the trigger went up to the cloud Instead. They both began struggling for the gun till they brought their hands down, closer to the chest. Franco turned to look at Felix and he got a bit worried. Felix was not strong enough so he didn't think Felix could win the gun battle. He thought and a hit landed on his face, he faced the guy that hit him, he grabbed his arms and twisted it backwards with force.

"When did you get so strong?" Sebastian asked me while we were driving from the police station. I just stared at my bloodied shirt silently. Never have I ever slipped like that before, heck I've never even fought a person. Well, apart from the verbal one I have never engaged someone physically. " You just kept punching the poor guy even after he begged for your forgiveness" " He did?" I asked suprised I swear I never heard a thing apart from Claire's scream. All I saw was a red punching bag which kept struggling underneath me. His struggles were like a fuel to that strange anger I had. What was up with me exactly?

Your date meeting your opponent from a fight that he forbade you to take any part of and possibly figuring out that you are fighting for the money to help him with his mother’s medications. FML. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.” Adam gritted out once again, already on his feet and a step behind me. The guy smirked at him. “Oh, does the little fighter have a boyfriend?” I anxiously watched them glare at each other, switching my stare back and forth between them. “Well, this boyfriend is going to kick your ass if you don’t start running,” Adam growled lowly so that no one else could hear him. My breath got caught in my throat once the words left his mouth.

He politely bowed toward his opponent. "I am Victor Stockholm." “ A Minister of the Hyperion Empire." The Barbarian commander, a towering man covered in scars, laughed loudly. "So you're sending a minister to fight me?" "I expected one of your generals." Victor smiled. "I'm afraid... a general isn't necessary." The commander's face darkened. "You arrogant little—" "Begin!" The referee's voice echoed across the battlefield. --- The commander roared and charged forward like a raging beast. Each step cracked the stone beneath his feet.

No one saw it coming, not even Ezekiel. His eyes widened when my fist grazed his jaw. “You can fight?” he muttered, ducking just in time. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My body moved with a rhythm it had always known but never been allowed to use. The council erupted behind us, chairs scraping back, voices gasping in disbelief. This wasn’t a dispute. This was war. I blocked his next blow and shot a punch into his ribs. He winced, stumbling. I used his momentum, spun, and delivered a roundhouse kick to his shoulder. It knocked him sideways, but he recovered faster than most.

My Commander shouldn't be lying in the dirt. I snarl and Fornis rushes me like the idiot he is. I land a devastating right to the side of his head and he falls flat. Garlof and I lock eyes over his defeated comrade and he smiles as if he isn't afraid, but I see past the false bravado. We are equal in size and training. Either one of us can win this. It is going to come down to who outsmarts who.