Romans & histoires Gojo Punching

Then another one, this time he almost lost his balance but backed against the wall, his head bowed as he groaned, holding onto his jaw. “Running around and shagging your cunt like we’re playing fucking games with you. Are we?!” A harsh tone he recognized as Scarface's roared, delivering a punch again. Whether out of frustration of not being able to knock him out or not, he gathered Joel's collars up, tightening his grip around him. In the meantime, Joel's only visceral knowledge of being hit was the ache in his jaw as he looked up at Scarface with heavy eyelids, the warm trickle of blood running down his jaw in evidence.

Leto was on par with a Dragonite-ranked expert. "Again!" Leto bellowed before lunging at Thiago like a ferocious beast. Thiago moved as well, charging right at Leto. Just when it looked as if the two men would collide, Thiago abruptly jerked to the side and grabbed Leto's fist before swinging his left fist forward. In under 30 seconds, he threw 17 punches in a single breath. Shockingly, Lego managed to dodge them all, and that wasn't all. During the very last punch Thiago threw, Leto gathered all of his strength in his shoulder and slammed it upward.

"Well, then, I better behave. I don’t want you dead." "Let’s get started," he grumbles, motioning toward the mats. We go at it for hours, sweat dripping, muscles aching. Gio is relentless, pushing me harder than I’ve ever been pushed before. "Again," he commands. "Use your height as an advantage. Don’t hesitate." I grit my teeth, throwing a punch that barely skims his cheek before landing another right in his left eye. He stumbles back, surprise flickering across his face. "Like that?" I smirk.

Jairo delivered a vigorous punch enshrouded by inner energy as hard as steel. Noticing the situation, Kayson channeled his lightning energy and punched as well! Feeling a sense of threat, Jairo dodged Kayson’s punch before he turned around and raised his leg to kick Kayson. Kayson’s expression was calm. He gathered his steel power and raised his arm to throw a punch at Jairo’s thigh. A bang was heard, and Jairo’s expression changed drastically. Soon afterward, he backed away for a few meters with loud thumps.

Gaby got hit in the gut, and the girl fell. “You alright?” Joey asked. Gaby was panting when she was holding her stomach. “Y-yeah. Let’s get this done!” said Gaby. The three men rushed to Joey again. The man was holding a stick and waving it at her. It hit him in the back, and he fell. The man grasps the wood again when Gaby suddenly touches his manhood, then presses and follows with a flying kick. She then uses her elbow. Her opponent’s attack is normal. She protects her elbow, and then she attacks with the elbow. Joey, however, defended the new rivals.

Alice and Charlotte work together, leaving me stuck with Joey. Perfect. He stands in front of me, arms loose, that same smug smirk on his face. “All right, let us keep it simple. Show me a basic jab.” I comply, slowing my speed and strength, giving him a textbook punch to the chest. He catches my wrist with a firm grip, though it does not hurt. He chuckles. “Not bad. For a girl.” I tilt my head. “Do you need me to slow it down more?”

Gio's first fight at high school didn't last long, about ten minutes, just long enough to attract attention of several students and the football and cheerleading coaches. Brock and Chris tried every way they knew to land a punch, but those that saw the fight would say Gio moved like one of those windsock puppets at the used car lot; or the more geeky of them, like Neo in the Matrix movies. He blocked and tossed used palm and knife hand strikes leaving the two jocks with split lips bloody noses and a good case of scrapes and road rash from being thrown to the parking lot repeatedly.

I swiftly pulled the gloves over my hands. "Alright, now give me your strongest punch. Don't hold back," Renin instructed, assuming a fighting stance with both feet firmly planted. Rolling my shoulders back, I drew my right arm back and then threw a punch at the punching pad on Renin's left hand. An unseen force pushed Renin back slightly, causing his feet to slide a few inches. He quickly regained his footing and returned to his original position.

Angelito yelps when his kick meets his arms. “OH!” Angelito falls on the ground, rolling in a meter away. However, his will to save Denver makes a difference. He goes back and runs as fast as he can to corner him on the wall. He succeeds and throws many heavy punches on his body. Zanjo whimpers in pain as he keeps on punching him until he will be pulp. They can’t touch the Governor’s son because Don Pablo will be crazily mad about them. “ANGEL!” Denver screams to the top of his lungs when Zanjo’s knee meets Angelito’s stomach. The immense pain sips in as he holds his abdomen and gradually falls to the ground.

He charged at me again, flinging his fists wildly, and I could feel the whoosh sound from his punches whizzing past my fucking face. As I moved swiftly, ducking and dodging, I carefully navigated between his attacks, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally, I spotted an opening. Without wasting a moment, I delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin. The satisfying sound of bones breaking beneath my gloves gave me a rush of triumph. "FUCK!" Kyle let out a growl of pain and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the mat. I mounted on top of him and flung my fists repeatedly in his face until the referee stopped me, afraid I might actually kill him.