Garp Punches Novels & Stories

She smiled. "I'm glad. I've been a little pent up lately." She said, standing with her arms crossed. Lamar didn't wait. He lunged forward, looking to grab her. She moved into his space, ducking under his arms. She punched him in the gut and he caved in, falling to a knee. He had trouble breathing and he held his gut. From watching her before, I could tell she pulled her punch. Her family had commentary on the sidelines. "Oohh! I know that gotta hurt."

But Vladimir crossed his blade just in time, as a collective hiss rippled through the crowd. Sparks burst between them as their weapons locked, faces inches apart, breaths hot and heavy, eyes burning with unrelenting determination. Then— Garrett shoved hard, breaking the lock, and Vladimir staggered, but contrary to expectations, he recovered instantly and rushed back in with a rapid three-strike sequence aimed at shoulder, ribs, and neck. But Garrett parried the first, absorbed the second, and barely tilted away from the third, the blade nicking his cheek. Both men backed away at once.

Beau was only slapping me, but he was getting me. “Fix your hips,” Gavin demanded. It was like a switch and my stance corrected itself. Once I got it down, I was blocking everything Beau was doing. Eventually, I saw an opening and punched him in the middle of his chest. He was caught off guard and took a few steps back. “Damn.” Beau rubbed his chest.

I asked, and then flinched when a punch landed on my face. Before Ridge could take over, a punch landed on Glen's face, sending him flying to his men. Harvey stood in front of me in a protective stance, breathing heavily. Glen's men were about to move when Glen shook his head. "It's alright, I'm okay," he announced loudly as he stood up and looked at Harvey with a murderous gaze.

He fell to the ground heaving heavily. Chase's move was called One Inch Explosive Punch. It was a punching move that had an explosive effect that could put a hole through an opponent.

Dustin said icily. He reached out and lifted Gareth into the air. “Now, you have broken your accord with my adoptive father. You must be punished.” “How dare you? What a joke!” Gareth hollered. Dustin did not bother to respond. He slapped Gareth so hard that several of his teeth fell out. “If my adoptive father can thrash you, I can too!” His arm shot out, and he punched Gareth in the solar plexus. “I am crippling your martial arts today to teach you a lesson!”

"Spoilsport…" "Hey, asshole!" "Shit!" I dodged another strike from Nullifier, breaking his arm in the process before using an armpit choke slam against him. One down, I turned my attention to the Double Mint Twins wielding the knuckles. The Undine changeling screamed, curling into a ball on the seat as I attempted to save his ass. One of the knuckles cracked across my jaw, hard enough that I saw stars as the other took the opportunity to swing low aiming for my gut. Fuckers!

Kenneth snarled, his eyes blazing with fury as he struggled against Garrett's weight. "You'll pay for that, pup," Kenneth spat, thrashing beneath Garrett's grip, making sure to protect his neck. 'Make him regret his words!' Bardur snarled within Garrett. Garrett didn't respond, instead focusing on delivering a flurry of punches to Kenneth's face. Blood sprayed from Kenneth's nose as the blows landed. With a sudden burst of strength, Kenneth managed to throw Garrett off of him, sending him flying several feet away. Garrett landed hard on the ground, rolling to his feet just in time to see Kenneth charging at him. 'Move! He has a syringe!' Adam's voice screamed in Garrett's mind. Garrett dodge

Probably mine and his. I suck in a painful breath and shove him off me. My arms tremble against his weight, but I manage to slide him to the side and kick out. Gloves is completely unconscious lying face down on the carpet when I roll onto my hands and knees, gasping for breath he’d stolen from me. I spit blood and tooth fragments onto the carpet, wiping my mouth on the back of my swollen, bruised fingers. I, of course, didn’t think my actions through. I’ve sparred enough in my life to know that punching someone in the face, especially along the jaw, is enough to bust open the skin along my knuckles, but I think my fingers on my right hand might actually be broken.

“You must be!” But his words are almost unintelligible over the roar of the crowd. “You and I both know all my skills are entirely my own,” I growl at him. In a burst of energy, I rush towards him. This time, when I aim my punch, I manage to hit Warrior Garett square in the stomach. He breathes out a wheezing cough as the blow lands, doubling over heavily. I begin to hit him in the chest, the sides, the face–my fists rain down unrelentingly. I breathe out with every strike, the noise from the crowd like music to my ears.