Grunkle Stan Brass Knuckles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

She handed one of the two rolling pins she’d brought to Allen. Jason arrived with his glass of cola in hand. Big Todd looked at the kids with a cold countenance. “You kids really wanna do this?” he asked. “Oh I’ve been dreaming about it,” Patty hissed. “Get ‘em,” the big man ordered and his two baseball-wielding henchmen outside rushed at the children. “Please don’t!” Mr. Fontes screamed. Nick threw his glass at one of the men and Allen followed up with a swing of his rolling pin to the man’s guts. The man buckled and Joe snatched the baseball bat from him.

Orion's POV Leon handed me a pair of brass knuckles without a word, his face expressionless as he placed the cold metal in my palm. I looked down at them for a moment—heavy and solid, the metal gleaming dully in the warehouse's dim lighting. Then I slipped them onto my right hand, flexing my fingers to get used to the weight. The brass knuckles fit perfectly, like they'd been made for this exact purpose. Like they'd been waiting for this moment.

Lec gestured to me. I nodded and opened up the last box. There were all my tools of the trade. Multiple needles, different sizes, knives, tweezers and miscellaneous metal objects. This was my emergency kit if I didn’t have my tools with me. Zann and Keenan stepped back after they finally got the guy strung up. He was trying to pull against the chains despite seeing how deep the nail would have had to go.

The men all began boosting up their moral, getting their adrenaline flowing preparing to go down in the history of the underworld. "I was hoping they would choose this route." Dane whispered cracking his neck side to side. Brick held up a hand and instantly men began flowing out of the stairs forming a wall to the sides of Collen and his friends. "Well you heard them!" Everyone reached into their suits or pockets pulling out a small piece of metal. "BREAK THEM!" Brick Roared lowering his stance. All the men working for them flicked their wrists almost simultaneously. The piece of steel shifted extending a little under one foot. Every person there was carrying a collapsible solid steel baton.

“No master, a Dwarf cannot kill master” Broot strode over to his desk and pulled out an old, dusty cardboard box. “Yes, but a Dwarf can inflict pain” He opened the box and with deliberate care, took out a thirteen-inch piece of metal that looked like a thick tree branch. “No...” He pointed it at Kranky's chest.

He growled, “Who told you that I don’t have the guts to do that? Sure! Let’s do it!” After all, he was confident that he was not going to lose. Kayson’s eyes glowed up with excitement. He glanced at Livia, and she offered him a faint smile. ‘What a smart woman!’ Soon, Kayson stood in front of Stanley and smiled, “Mr. Leaf, you first!” Stanley said coldly, ‘What an ignorant brat. Very well, then. I shall show you the might of my Dynamic Punch!” His Dynamic Punch was able to crush steel in a single punch and make a dent in a metal door that weighed a few pounds.

My head rings, and my vision blurs from the strike. My ears ring as I fumble on the ground. What the hell? His hits are hard, too hard. I look at his gloves and notice the tape around his knuckles outlining more than knuckles. Faint gold shining through split tape I realize why he's hitting with such force. He has fucking brass knuckles on! "Hey!" I yell at the guy standing outside the ring, trying to inform him of the knuckles. I run to the other side of the ring, wiping and smearing blood from my eye from my face.

What a strong pen it is! While he continued screaming like a dying banshee, I fished my brass knuckles and secured them on my fingers, then flexed my hand and got out of the seat. He tried to become one with the chair, but that wasn't going to save him from me, from his death.

He moved forward like a man with nothing left in him, reaching to take Delores out of Vincenzo's arms. Vincenzo lowered Delores carefully, then reached into his coat and pulled out a set of custom brass knuckles with sixteenth-inch iron spikes set into them. He slid them onto his right hand. He swung, and a clean uppercut landed dead center on Raymond's nose. Raymond shrieked and went down, and Vincenzo straddled him like he was mounting a horse. He started hitting, fist after fist after fist. He was unhurried, almost calm, as if every second of every clock in the world belonged to him.