Death Punchies Regular Show の小説・ストーリー

�𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 30 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑂ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. . People started to laugh and I didn't have the time to react from Carvie's sudden punch,with his continues punch

" Punch I looked at the face of soon to be dead idiot growing more impatient for his answer as seconds ticked by. He wanted to catch some breath as blood poured out of his mouth staining his previous whites. I leaned a bit away from him in rage as I took him in picturing how I would cut him limb after limb for touching what was mine. I smiled sadistically as I figured I could do that in this very room, imagines were not needed. However my smile was wiped out harshly when I really looked at him. His bruised face rhymed badly with his severely broken nose, the light blue dress shirt he wore previously accompanied with black slacks was stained without recognition by the blood he continuously sp

Then they came close together and hit each other's chest and threw punches at each other, the punches were really hard, I could feel how painful it was already. Then they stood far apart because they were already full with bruises and I guess they couldn’t continue the fight anymore but one of them stood up again and attacked the other with a Superman punch at this point he was already gone and I don’t think he can stand properly again. I tried communicating with Dean but there was no way out. I just had to stay low and watch carefully, just when I thought it was over, the other guy stood up and used a hard metal to hit his leg and he was paralyzed and could no longer fight again.

That punch seemed to have been able to destroy space itself. The Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race saw the punch and was stunned. He wanted to stop his footsteps but realized that he could no longer do so. Broom! Lucas' punch drove right through the Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race.

The people who were busy with decorations all scattered around them to see a good show. Elijah ran towards the exit but was stopped by Ethan. Kyle gestured to Ethan to throw Elijah towards him. Ethan did the same. He held Elijah's hand and threw him towards Kyle. Kyle held him by his elbow and threw a punch at his face. Elijah fell to the ground with intensity. Kyle pulled him to his feet and again punched him in the abdomen.

POV: Keith *Punch*, *punch*,..... I continue hitting the punching bag furiously. I needed to blow off some steam to take my mind off the transaction that would take place today. It was an important arrangement, a necessity I’d say. I was closing a deal with the late Sir Cooper's wife and daughter, mainly his daughter because everything now belongs to her after the death of her father, which is totally her fault if you ask me. Well, I wouldn't be signing with that bitch in person, the mere thought of being in the same space with her irritated the fuck out of me.

I swish it around, enjoying the cold but spit it off to the side. When the bell rings again we run at each other, full fucking speed. We both crouch low at the last second before contact, and I’ve got my right hook ready. I hit him square in the ribs as his knee hits my shoulder. He screams from the crack I feel under my knuckles as I hear my shoulder pop right out. *Damn it Punch,* Mick scolds. *Had worse old boy,* I say, as we both move away from each other. The crowd boos and I decide they need some blood. Dozer wants them to have a show and we have to please our Alpha don’t we?

Punch sloshes violently, spilling over the rim, splashing a few guests who yelp and jump back. But the massive bathtub size bowl doesn’t fall. I brace it with both hands, heart hammering, breath burning in my chest. For half a second, the room is silent. Then someone laughs. Another gasp turns into applause. “Oh my god—” “She stopped it! That couldn’t killed someone!” Cheers ripple outward, growing louder as realization spreads. I straighten slowly, pulse still racing, punch dripping from the edge of the table instead of from me.

The people are yet to recover from the shock of seeing two grown-up men knocked off with a single punch and kick respectively when Declan drops yet another bomb, sending a chill down their spine, straight to their bone marrow. "There seems to be another dog standing, do you want me to watch this show with a dog?" Lucien tilts his head at him and sneers.

Open this door! "Did you really have to punch me?! That hurts!"