Druid Slap Battles Novels & Stories

It reached out its massive claw and struck at a warrior before it opened its bloody mouth to rip the warrior's throat apart, using its natural-born technique to take the warrior's life. Rudy stood next to Fane, looking up at the battlefield in front of him. Rudy could not tell what Fane was planning on doing, but Rudy's intuition told him that Fane had grand plans. Time slowly ticked away, and the three sides slowly found themselves unable to go on for much longer.

His lightning-covered fist came forward and impacted. The dark-haired Knight's eyes widened as blood splattered his face. His hand had gone straight through the Eleazar guy’s chest. He had appeared out of nowhere in front of Aidan. Major Dylan didn’t even notice his hounds had disappeared as he stared at his hand in the boy’s chest cavity. IN Sophia's eyes, the battle went downhill from there. Aidan and Major Dylan fought a fast-paced hand-to-hand combat battle; Major Dylan clearly had the upper hand. He aimed for the demon’s arms, rendering them both useless so Aidan could no longer make chants and spells.

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others. Slash! Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

Blaze stopped and emphasized the word again because Clyde and I were always fighting, there was never a day when we didn't fight. "So what we said earlier was about the duel that will take place tomorrow," Vanessa said "What duel?" I asked "Tsk. It means fighting, stupid," said Clyde "I know what duel is. I'm asking what kind of duel, jerk," I retaliated Clyde was about to speak when Drake already spoke. "ENOUGH OR ELSE--" Drake said leaving his threat in the air and I fell silent there as well as Clyde. "Duel is a battle between the two persons where they need to use their power or ability. It's like a sort of examination to test your powers. All you need to do is win against your enemy." s

Dray had changed into his human form because his previous elf appearance caught too much attention. Everything had been calculated and prepared for the sake of the duel. Dray would fight bravely for twenty rounds, sustain numerous injuries, and nearly die. But when all of his teammates were unable to continue, he would rise once more and finish the battle. It was an enjoyable scene to watch. Everybody would be ecstatic, and in the meantime, I would introduce my gemstones to the many people who would be present. This was business. "So, if someone strikes you 10 times, you have to make them hit you at least twice, okay?"

“Come on, you useless filth! Hit me! Slap! “Come on! Aren’t you going to fight for the four great Martial Arts Alliances?! “Aren’t you?! Slap! “Didn’t you want to take revenge?! I slapped you in the face twice before, didn’t I?! “Here’s your chance! Then, do it!”

Wolves ducked low behind their shields; some shifted mid-run, claws tearing into the mud as the first clash erupted. “Forward!” Delph’s voice cut through chaos like steel. He surged ahead, his wolf half rising within him. Draven’s growl vibrated under his ribs, a pulse of primal strength begging to be unleashed. The ground beneath him was slick, the scent of rain and iron thick in his lungs. Every movement was instinct, precise, learned through years of battle. He caught a flying spear, twisted, and sent it spinning back into the fog. A cry answered, a man falling.

she whispers before strolling away. My fist clenches as I watch the slut. Her attitude burns in my veins like fire struggling to break free. My light skin fades red like a volcano as I grind my teeth. I shall play along, while digging a bigger grave. When the time is due, I shall dispose of her in a gruesome way she shall understand why I am Drago Ryder; the Alpha who can slay a dragon.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.