Fight Like A Man Book Novels & Stories

He became angrier, just like me who had the chance to stand up, for a real fight. "Hmm!" He growled, feeling disappointed at himself and offended. Whatever he was and whatever respect he had, he had just lost it by having me kick his ass, though I looked strong on the outside, if anyone would have seen my inside, they would bet with their life that I was only an imitation of Camila Lipa. But the pain and the bleeding had ceased and I was up again like nothing happened. The fella must had been intimidated by my strength.

While he was walking, his arm suddenly expanded to the extreme, and then his palm turned into a sharp claw toward Zephyr Khan. The flame-like true energy, like a raging flame, quickly came to him. Boom. Zephyr Khan did not use his long sword. Instead, he clenched his fist. "Die!" In the face of his opponent's attack, he directly used his physical body to fight back. "You're courting death!" "Are you crazy? Raging Fire Man is famous for his strength among the four. He has infinite strength and can kill a horrible fierce beast with one hand. How dare he fight with him with his strength? He is so reckless!"

Another man was running towards me from the side, I flicked my hand in his direction, and he too got swept up in the air and flew backwards. As I was distracted by those two men, another managed to wrap his large arms around my upper body, pinning my arms to my sides. I growled lowly and flew my head back, connecting the top of my skull to the bottom of his chin. He grunted but didn’t let go, instead he picked me up, lifting my feet off the ground. I hooked my ankle behind his knee and called the wind back towards me. With the force of the air and my foot locking his leg, the man went falling backwards, with me still in his arms. As we hit the ground, another man had rushed over and was stan

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

Next time, I won’t hold back. “You have awoken a beast, boy,” Waterman growls and it looks like he is about to shift. I get ready to shift the second he does, but I won’t shift first. I want to do this in human form if I can. He wolf is like mine, at the surface, but unshifted. Now, we have an equal fight. We go punch for punch for a while, me landing a few to his midsection, him swing at air. We back away from each other and he is winded. Hitting at air takes a lot out of an old man.

Frank freed Lightning Man and landed. "Tell me, have you murdered innocents?" Lightning Man smiled, shaking his head. "Never, and not because I'm kind, but it's like asking who would be so bored that they'd butcher animals for fun." Frank snorted but nodded. "And that's why I didn't kill you. Now strike me with your lightning bolt." Lightning Man was initially taken aback. Presuming that Frank wanted a fair, clean fight, he exclaimed in delight, "I knew it! Your personality is just like mine!"

I thrash against Bald Man's grip, trying to rip my arm free, but he only laughs at my pathetic struggle. "Feisty," he sneers, yanking me forward so hard I nearly trip. "I like 'em feisty." Scar Face chuckles. "She's got fight in her. That's good. The fun ones always do." I don't think. I act. I ball my free hand into a fist and swing, aiming straight for Bald Man's face. My knuckles connect with his jaw, but it's like punching a wall. Pain shoots up my arm, and he barely even flinches. Instead, his expression twists into something ugly, rage and amusement blending into something monstrous.

“Pity.” With inhuman speed, he lunged. Jace met him halfway. The impact sent a violent shockwave through the clearing, a blur of fangs and claws and snarls. Leaves scattered, dirt kicked up in thick clouds, but I couldn’t move—I couldn’t breathe. Jace fought like something feral, raw power crackling through his every movement. But the man was faster, dodging and countering with terrifying precision. Then— One of the other figures moved. I barely had time to react before claws lashed out toward me.

He'd planned this. But this was the biggest mistake of his life. The first man swung at me and I caught his fist, twisted his arm behind his back, used his momentum to throw him into two others. They went down in a heap. Three more came at me. I ducked under the first punch, drove my elbow into the second man's ribs, swept the third man's legs out from under him. They were trained fighters but they were still human. And I was faster. Stronger. Better.

The kind that gutted you when you’d let someone down before. I wasn’t letting that happen again. “Then face me like men,” I said. “Leave her out of this.” The big one holding Laura chuckled, low and mocking. “You really think you can take on all four of us, champ?” I stared him down. “There’s only one way to find out.” They didn’t wait for a second invitation. Two of them lunged. I moved first, ducked low as the first guy’s fist shot past my face. I swept his legs, sending him crashing into the bookshelf, and as the second charged in, I snatched the vase from the coffee table and slammed it into the side of his head.