Fight Me Novels & Stories

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He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Then she yanked her arm back and said, low enough that only I could hear: “You really want to do this here.” “Yes,” I said. Out loud. “Actually.” I took the beanie out of her other hand. She grabbed for it back. I don’t remember deciding to scream. I just did. And then I lunged. What followed was not clean or quiet or anything like the confrontation I’d been playing out in my head since September. Her nails caught my cheek, a fast bright sting. My hand found a fistful of her hair and I pulled with everything I had, all of it, all the months of it, and Tahni Haughton screamed.

- Fight! - a girl of seven years old was balancing on a fallen log and maintained a confident stance of a fighter. She looked over her fists at the boy, who had just stepped onto the opposite edge of the log, but he felt less confident in wanting to be there. - Hey! What are you frozen?

My message flashed on the screen: "Hey, you want a challenge? Let's fight." The response came quickly: "Sure." I smiled, anticipation building within me. Bring it on. The fight was intense, lasting a grueling fifty-two minutes. I was at the peak of my game, my fingers flying across the controller as I dodged and weaved through the virtual battlefield. My opponent was tough, but I was determined to emerge victorious. Just as I was about to deliver the final blow, my opponent suddenly unleashed a devastating attack, blowing me up with a last-ditch effort. I stared at the screen, my eyes wide with shock and disappointment.

That's something I've never seen She chuckled Ugwa : but why don't you usually fight back when he's at you? I spoke in Cebuano Me: I can't kill myself Ugwa : what did you say? I laughed Me: I didn't see any reason to fight back. It will make no difference between me and him. Ugwa: so... What if someone punches me, you won't hit him back because you are not the same with him? Me: well, they'll be a reason for me to kick his ass back. Because he touched my princess and in my kingdom, no one should touch my princess

Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing her opponent to cry out in pain. "You did the same to me; if you're dishing it out, be prepared to take it in return," Faith remarked, as Petta lunged at her again. Faith swiftly flipped and delivered a powerful kick to Petta's back and then her head. Although Faith stumbled briefly, she quickly regained her balance, facing a formidable opponent. I was unsure how Faith would emerge victorious, given the other girl's strength and skill.

With every strike, I push myself further, refusing to back down. As the fight reaches its climax, I dig deep, summoning every ounce of strength within me. I deliver a devastating roundhouse kick, connecting solidly with her jaw. Time seems to slow as she staggers backward, her eyes wide with surprise. But the fight isn't over yet. We lock eyes, both of us determined to emerge victorious. The tension in the air is palpable as we prepare for the final showdown. With a renewed sense of purpose, I ready myself for the ultimate test of skill and willpower.

I shouldn’t have been able to move like this. “Stop running!” Mirena shouted, growing angrier with each missed hit. She flung another massive fireball at me, this one larger and hotter than the others. “Fight back!” I barely managed to avoid it, rolling out of the way as the ground where I’d stood erupted in flames. I could feel the heat singe the air around me. I had no idea how to fight back. What did I have? What could I use?

My anger drives me forward, making me feel more powerful than before. As we fight, I can feel the tension rising. The air is thick with the scent of blood, ours mixed with the bitter and decaying scent of the beasts. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I run at the giant beast. Finally, my fist connects, and I land a powerful blow. The creature lets out a blood-curdling scream. It stumbles backward, its eyes hold fear for the first time since it made an appearance. This fight has become a clash of titans. Each blow reverberates through the forest, creating a symphony of bone against bone.