Deadpool 2 Fire Fist Novels & Stories

A couple more steps and he’d make his move. An unknown gunman burst from the surrounding brush and fired at the men. Max dove, twisted and tripped up Scarface’s legs. He gripped the M4, wrestled it from the brute’s hands, then slammed it upwards into the asshole’s nose. Scarface went limp. One shot to the face and Max realigned his sights on the second mercenary, who staggered back under the stranger’s fire. A double tap from Max and the man fell dead on impact. The third target groaned in the sand with a gaping chest wound. Max pointed the assault rifle at the lone ranger.

Thus, Xeyda wondered. Without hesitating, Zaykee jumps off from the wall inside. He was spinning his body diagonally while falling to Xeyda. When he feels like it was already two meters apart from him. He outstretched his right hand and formed a clenching fist. Moreover, his right fist to his right arm was covered with fire. In conclusion, he smiled amusingly, took a deep breath, and smacked Xeyda's face using his burning fist. "The fist of a flaming tornado!!!" He also shouted together with his ultimate attack.

"But those labels don't define your abilities." The rain was coming down harder now, soaking both of us. "Get in my car," Kael said, gesturing to his SUV. "Let's at least get that wound taken care of." ———— Aiden's POV I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, replaying the image of Elena slicing her own arm with that silver blade, not even flinching. For a moment, a tremor went through my very soul. No. That shouldn’t happen. My phone screen was lit up with news alerts.

“The whole damn mountain lit up like a beacon.” Nadia stepped forward, her fingers glowing faintly with fire. “Then we end this fast.” The first scout moved with supernatural speed, leaping forward, fangs bared, claws drawn. Varic met him mid-air, the sound of steel cutting through flesh echoing across the ridge. Carter fired at the second, the bullet laced with silver. The man dropped instantly. The third went for Nadia. She turned her palm outward, and a burst of flame erupted, engulfing him in a storm of gold and red. When the fire died, he was nothing but ash.

Before I could even process the excitement of potentially having powers, the SUV slammed on its brakes. "Get down! Ambush!" Hudson roared from the driver's seat. Through the windshield, I saw them—a small army of heavily armed raiders swarming the dunes ahead. The Vipers. Their leader, a scarred man with fire powers, laughed maniacally as he raised his hands, hurling massive fireballs at our convoy like a meteor shower. BOOM! The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces.

Claudia wailed. Daniel looked down at her in surprise. Claudia shook her aching hand and glared at him in annoyance. He could at least look a tiny bit injured. Or like he even noticed she had just punched him. Instead he looked mildly confused. Well, here goes, thought Claudia reaching for the other gun still in Daniel's holster, think Anya and let's do this shit. Before he could react, Claudia launched herself around the side of the desk closest to the outside doors and started shooting at the marble pillars containing bad guys.

One day, it would return to what it once was. There was a Demacore in the corner who was actively feeding on someone. The male’s screams pierced my heart. There did not appear to be anyone else around, so I broke formation and ran towards the scene. Moon Fire was thrown as a missile towards the bastard. It struck the side of his head, causing him to fly a few feet backwards. I wasted no time in throwing a large enough ball of Moon Fire at his head once again. It was followed by a stream of it. His body was nothing but a pile of ash once I was done.

I turned him to face the foundation building. Boom! Fire erupts inside the building, burning everything to the ground. “No! No!” Nicholas screams, trying to run. I pull him back, sneering in his face. “I told you before Nicholas, your death and destruction is in my hands.” I say, chuckling. “Now you die”. My voice dripped with malice and hatred. Dale hands me the gun filled with silver bullets and I unload all bullets into his head, watching as life drains from his eyes and he collapses into a pool of blood.

The sound of his footsteps quickly faded beneath the storm of gunfire. Meanwhile Damien slipped forward and pressed himself against a tree after he caught sight of the attacker. The man had also seen him, finger jumping toward the trigger. Before the hand could fall, Damien fired. The bullet tore into the attacker’s wrist and the gun flew up and out of his grip. Damien closed the distance in two long strides. Another man stepped out from behind the trunk. Damien fired again and the second man collapsed without a sound. Blade came up fast behind his boss, moving with the same cold, efficient speed.

He opens his mouth to shout, but I’m faster. I slam into him, driving a dagger into his temple right to the hilt. There’s a wet thud, and his eyes roll back. I catch him before he falls, lowering his body silently to the ground. One down. Five to go. I step over the body and into the firelight. The men at the fire look up. For a second, there’s complete silence as they stare at me. A towering figure covered in mud and scars, holding two knives, one of which is dripping blood. They see the eyes that aren't quite human.