Garp Punches Novels & Stories

I stalked closer to him, clenching my hands and putting pressure on my already sore knuckles. "Do you really think you can get away with crossing a Thompson?" "I did you a favor. It seems you are not man enough to put your wife in her place..." I didn't let Garzei finish his sentence as i slammed my fist against his face, startling the shit out of the older man and knocking him back against the door. Blood immune oozed out of his nose but luck him, i didn't get another punch in before security barged into the office and dragged a cussing Garzei out.

Gar leans forward and Rack strikes again with his fist. “I was a semi-pro street fighter and I’m tellin’ you, your man’s got moves.” I’m almost able to breathe again thinking the worst is over when Gar manages to grab Rack around the midsection, lift him off his feet, and squeeze. Rack’s face is bloody and turning purple. He’s throwing ineffective body punches because he’s in too close. I’m about ready to grab a beer bottle and crash it over Gar’s head, when Rack slams both palms against the larger man’s ears and head butts him in the nose. Rack breaks the hold, steps back, and swipes Gar’s feet out from under him.

Pushing past the paralyzing fear, she lunged forward, throwing a fast, targeted punch toward his midsection. Garrett didn't even shift his stance. With a movement so fast it was almost a blur, he effortlessly dodged her attack, tilting his upper body just an inch out of her reach. And with each dodging of an attack, he swiftly brought his hand forward, flicking her squarely on the forehead in immediate punishment for her poor form. Crack. The flicking was incredibly hard, a brutal, stinging strike that vibrated straight into her skull. Rosalie gasped, stumbling backward as a sharp, blinding pain flared across her brow.

He gasped as he clutched his stomach where the punch had landed. The second swung wildly, his knuckles slicing through empty air as the figure ducked, the sound of a sharp exhale accompanying a brutal elbow to his ribs. A dull thud echoed as he collapsed to his knees, wheezing. The third hesitated, just a second too long enough for the figure to spin, a swift kick slamming into his chest with a sickening crack. He crashed into the car, the metal frame rattling from the impact. Troy and his gang backed away, their earlier bravado evaporating in disbelief.

Before long he traced a paralleled crack from the rip with his eyes but seemingly looked too far for his eyes could ever reached, he sighed punched the small rip with great force that echoed around the space, over, over, over again. . Bam!... . Bam!... . Bam!... He had punched it so many times without breaking a sweat until he could no longer count again then he groaned wondering why won’t the small rip break open. He looked behind him to the transfigured henchman laying many meters away from him on the unseen floor, this time he was snoring loudly, Gage shook his head slightly gritting his teeth against each other then he kept a cool head not minding the snoring of the loon transfigured hen

Richard fell forward as Garth pulled his other hand off of the sword and this time hit him full in the gut. The force of the blow almost threw him off of the slab and would mean defeat. Richard just managed to balance himself back onto the slab and then ran toward Garth as fast as he could. He jumped into the air and twisted his body to give his right hand an extra strong punch. It was too late, Garth had grabbed the sword with both hands winning first move. Richard stopped dead.