Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

Palmer grabbed his suit jacket, In his other hand was a gun Arman gave him a quick punch to his jaw, the same spot Luca had him before Palmer let go of Arman's suit, and guns clicked behind Arman “I don't think you want a gunfight Donald. Someone important might be caught in the crossfire. And you don't want to create a rift between the boss and Luca, it usually doesn't end well” Arman was holding a gun to Palmer, who's gun was aimed right back at him Four guns were aimed at Arman from behind. The man was outnumbered, but Donald was no fool. It would definitely not end well “Lower your weapons” The four men behind Arman complied, but Palmer's gun was still aimed “I said lower your—” “I don't

It hit Adolf's energy armor. Energy armors were a standard defensive mechanism for all Grand Masters. They were capable of stopping gunshots and were thus what made Grand Masters untouchable. But the fist shattered Adolf's energy armor into clouds and dust. Adolf leaped backward as fast as he could, but his speed was no match to the fist. The crowd watched in disbelief as it gradually landed on Adolf's cheek. The older man flew backward from the force and broke through the wall. The crowd froze in silence. Chance and Keith found it hard to believe.

I stood on the steps of the palace, my broadsword heavy in my hand. "Hold the line!" Drax roared from the center of the melee. The old general had abandoned his wheelchair. He was propped up against a stone pillar, wielding his heavy steel mace with one hand, smashing the brass limbs of any machine that got too close. His legs were useless, but his spirit was unbreakable. A four-armed automaton leaped over the barricade. It landed directly in front of me. Its brass chassis hissed with steam. Its internal gears ground loudly as it raised two plasma blades.

The first punch landed with a solid thud, the impact vibrating through my arms. I switched to combinations after. Jab, cross, hook, each strike landing harder than the last. My breaths came out in sharp bursts as my chest began to rise and fall quickly. The bag swung back and forth with every hit, the metal chains above it rattling softly. A guy lifting weights nearby glanced in my direction for a second, probably noticing the way I was hitting the bag like it had personally offended me. I ignored him. Punch after punch, I kept going. My arms began to burn, my shoulders tightening with the strain, but I didn’t stop. Sweat started forming along my forehead, slowly soaking through my shirt. Tw

My eyes widened in shock as I raised my head up to catch his stare, his haircut made me widen my mouth a bit, it looked so good that I had to fight the urge to run my hands through it. The army coloured short he was wearing revealed his hairy legs, while the black top emphasized his abs, like is he working out? I swallowed gulps of spits as I eyed his large and powerful arms, the muscles kept popping in and out the way he flexed and gesticulated. Gosh! he smelt like raspberries. "Just come in" I said pulling him in, and shutting the door quietly. "You should be preparing for tomorrow's event" I scolded as we both sat on my bed.

Spiked Cestus [B] x2 Ragnarok Armaments Heavy Repeater SM [B] — Mad Monk’s Charlatan had a sleek frame, but was heavily armored. Similar to Kali’s Rakshasa, his arms had an extra layer of armor. On top of that, his arms terminated in thick and wide spikes that were clearly designed to severely dent armor rather than penetrate it.