Ginjo The Riot Novels & Stories

" At the same time, the twenty elite fighters under Ricardo were engage in an intense fight with the other men in the hall. Even though Johnson and his gang had a large number of men, they clearly pose no threat to the twenty elite fighters. They took them down one by one easily just like twenty fierce tigers. None of the men could stand up to them, in each of them where either heavily injured or died on the spot. From his throne, Johnson watched everything with his gaping mouth. 'how could that punk Jate Woods and his gang to be so strong? Chris Arson and Robert Rod had well known to be brutal fighters in the underground organization. How could they be killed so easily by Rogers and his gan

Then took out his boning knife, spinning it in between his fingers, he palmed it, readying himself. "You come against us with a boning knife, what are we? Chickens?" The leader chuckled, mocking him. "We'll see who will laugh last," he calmly said. The smug smile was wiped away from the leader's face as he raised his sword to attack, the three other jaguar ninjas followed suit, closing in on them. "Now!" He screamed at Bernice who started sprinting away toward the exit. One of the ninjas tried to run after her, Rojan was behind him in a flash as he held him by his cloth and flung him back against a pillar. The force of the impact made the walls around them vibrate.

“Jett Rios, I can’t believe you’re just here in Norway enjoying an aquarium after years of hiding.” “I mean, who doesn’t enjoy an aquarium?” He chuckled. His laugh was cut short with one heavy blow from Rhino landing on his abdomen. My eyes widened when Jett coughed up blood and staggered backward.

They never reached me. Rico moved like a shadow. He didn't shift, but the speed of his strike was pure wolf. He caught the first guy mid-air, throwing him over the railing into the main dance floor. Rat was right behind him, using the pillars of the club to drop onto the attackers from above. Glass shattered. Screams erupted as the dance floor turned into a war zone. The Blood-Hounds were in their element, a whirlwind of fists and elbows. In the chaos, I slipped away. I moved through the service exit, the door muffling the sounds of the riot I had started.

He curled up in pain with both hands holding his face. The three remaining gloved ninjas attack Ningsih simultaneously. The woman did a somersault in the air and landed behind them. Then Ningsih spread her hands and grabbed the gloved Ninja's head which was on the left and right sides, then she hit it hard in the middle. Dhaaaak! "Aaaaaaaargh!" they shouted. Their loud screams reached the ears of residents who had just finished extinguishing the fire. At that time, Tukijo and Markonah were suspecting the perpetrator who had poured kerosene on the wall of the restaurant. They rushed to check the source of the shout.

Lio kicked his hand off as if his hand was a troublesome piece of trash that had blocked his way. Githinji entered the sparring ring and came to stand over Markos. “Do you forfeit?” He asked the battered young man. Markos nodded yes slowly. Githinji gave him a nod. “Victor! Vasilios!” He announced proudly. The wolves cheered and screamed for Lio while the bears of course booed. Two of Iericho’s people helped Markos out of the ring. I was so happy Lio had won, but this tournament was far from over.