Deadpool 2 Fire Fist Novels & Stories

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

she mused, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. But Danial wasn’t finished. He moved his hands with deliberate precision, and the small flame at his fingertips expanded, growing into a larger, more intense blaze. Tanya’s eyes widened further as Danial deployed the Hellfire Shieldt, the heat emanating from the shield was palpable, even from where Tanya stood. She could feel the scorching intensity of the fire, and it took her breath away.

Suddenly the gun stopped shooting and he realized that he was out of bullets. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. But he didn't stop, he threw the gun to the floor and got closer. The moment the guy stepped out to shoot, Dex closed the distance and slammed his fist into his face, unhanding the gun from him and throwing it far away from the both of them. Dex watched as he staggered back, blood spraying from his nose. But he recovered quickly, swinging his own fist heavily. Dex ducked under it and drove his elbow into his ribs, hearing a satisfying crack.

"Romy, I—" His final words were cut short. I unleashed a concentrated, blinding wave of fire directly into his path. The torrent of white-hot liquid flame erupted from my throat with the force of a volcanic eruption, a pure pillar of solar heat that completely engulfed his frame before he could even swing his blade. The intense glare of the fire lit up the entire ruined courtyard in a fierce, silver brilliance, turning the falling snow into instant clouds of thick steam. The sheer power of the blast slammed him backward into the gravel, the ancestral heat consuming his tactical gear, his weapons, and his obsessive madness in a single, terminal heartbeat.

He moves like a goddamn force of nature, all coiled power and lethal grace. The first guy closest to him barely gets off two shots before Connor is on him. He slams into the man’s chest, drives him backward into the side of one of the SUVs. Bones crack loud enough for me to hear over the gunfire. Connor rips the gun from his hand, turns it, and fires point-blank into the guy’s face. Blood sprays across the black paint and the body drops like a sack of meat.

One of the armed men lunged. Damon met him with a clean, efficient cut that dropped the attacker before the blade could reach me. The motion was sharp and practiced, but I felt the cost of it through the bond—another spike of pain that made Damon’s jaw tighten. The second man came at my side, faster than the first. I did not shape a full column this time—I did not have the strength for it, not after everything that had already been spent at Crimson Hollow. I released a short, focused burst of silver fire that caught him in the chest and threw him backward into the shelves. Parchment and dust exploded into the air, old paper swirling like ash around us. The scent of scorched ink filled the ro

They were also no match for the mechanical puppet. After their trump cards were used up, both the Big Elder and the Second Elder of Iron Fist Academy were killed! "Now?" On the side of Iron Fist Academy, there was only Barbie left, who was still struggling to hold on, but he was covered with scars and was in imminent danger. As for Zephyr Khan, with the powerful effect brought about by the Ancient Draconic Way, not only was his physical defense and attack super powerful, but his speed was also far faster than the mechanical puppet.

The bullet grazes the man across the shoulder. My flames dance playfully on my shoulder, not burning my skin. I grab the burning man’s hand and flip him over my shoulders. He lands on his back before me with a thud. I aim my gun at his head and put a bullet between his eyes. His body goes limp, and I command my flames from his body. They travel up my legs and back into my hand. Holding my gun in one hand and the flames in the other, I stare down the remaining man.

The Fiercely fire fox emerged from Mysterious body in Full force, Flames charged at the first Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground. Flames used his long tail to hit the fast approaching Alamala backwards sending it crashing hard on the ground, Evading the black plasma beams from the eyes of the Alamalas, Flames Slashed the two Alamalas down with his flaming claws which caused the Alamalas to scream in pains. " Remaining two to go and it is over " Flames whispered.. He Teleported himself to the back of the already charged Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground, Flames trampled on the skull crushing the Alamala's skull ruthlessly.

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.