Hulk Vs Gladiator Comic Novels & Stories

He went silent for a few moments before speaking, “For the fellow who wants fifty thousand bucks, we’ll take his word with a grain of salt. We’ll just kill him if he comes! He was only able to defeat more than a dozen men because Luca and the others were never strong to begin with. With the two of us old pros, we’ll definitely beat him to death!” Hector paused for a while before continuing with a leisurely tone, “But the man called Fane won’t be as easy to handle, I’m afraid. The Gods of War will probably give us trouble if we off-ed him just like that. On the other hand, the Green Sky Hall would lose its reputation if we just answered to his every beck and call like a lapdog!”

He fought on, his eyes fixed on Athena making sure none of luka’s pack member were able to come close to her. Finally, there was only one werewolf left and its Luka’s advisor and right hand man in the pack. He is by name ‘’Thor’’. The werewolf was massive, towering over Ardolf and Athena. His eyes glowed with a fierce, yellow light, and his teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Ardolf stepped forward, his knife held high and his senses and abilities were heightened. Thor lunged at him, his claws slashing through the air. Ardolf sidestepped the attack, his knife flashing out and striking Thor in his right arm deeply.

Thomas was battling with Kyle, which meant Hilda had to take on Sonnia. Meanwhile, Rex charged at Michy with a sword. When the match started, Hilda ran around trying to dodge Sonnia's attacks while sneaking glances at Nathan and Linux' battle. How cool they were! In the game, Nathan was the golden armored God of War while Linux was the white robed swordsman. Both had their own merits and had different types of attacks. They exchanged a few blows and it was dazzling to watch. On the other hand, Kyle and Thomas were also equally matched. Truth was, it was difficult to tell one apart from the other.

The one with the helmet said, his gruff voice slightly muffled. “Easy, Gold,” says one of the other gladiators, a younger man with slicked back, shoulder-length hair, and a grin that shows more teeth than necessary. Gold – the masked man – turns his head to seemingly glare at the other man. The man just grins that toothy smile. The third gladiator, an older man with full gray beard and a deep slash over one eye, turns fully around and ignores the rest of us. The younger man kneels down beside me. “Ignore them, gorgeous. What’s your name?”

scowled one of the men. “You better do as he says or I’ll end you with a single slice!” growled another as he unsheathed his long sword to scare Gerald and his party members away. “You b*stards are doing such heinous crimes against this woman in broad daylight! It’d be a sin to not take care of scum like you!” retorted Gerald, his expression contorted by his fury. “What’s that? I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with, kid! We’re from the Hulkeroic Union, you know?! Offend us anymore and you won’t be leaving this city alive!” scoffed the man wielding the sword.

Their eyes gleam like wet coal. “Well,” Fenrick says, cracking his neck. “This should be fun.” Hadrian steps forward, his shoulders squaring. “Stay behind me,” he says, his voice low. I draw my bow instead. “Not a chance.” The first gorilla charges. Hadrian meets him head-on, blocking the swing of his club with his forearm, then slamming a fist into his jaw. The second one lunges at Nythor, but the tiger prince moves like smoke, ducking under the blow and slicing the brute’s thigh. Blood sprays.

The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd. “And now, a Veteran of the Mercenary companies of Iberia!!! The Bane of the Eastern Knights, the Sword of Hades, The Champion of Capua!!! Cortez The Red Wolf!!!” The other Gladiator removes his helmet and bows to the crowd like the gentleman warrior he is. It turns out Red and Blue had real names but just when the announcer is ready to begin the fight it rains, but the crowd does not respond to it in fact nothing in the world is wet and then I look at my hands, my clothes and I realize I am the only one who is wet…

I was more afraid of Hulk's hands on me than dying. "Who says he's going to know?" He chuckled to himself, then screamed. Wondering what made Hulk screamed,my eyes darted to a man hitting Hulk on his back. Hulk who was bigger than him attempted grabbing hold of the man, but the man slided under Hulk's open legs swiftly, so that he came facing Hulk. And he then gave Hulk an uppercut which sent two of Hulk's teeth and blood flying out of Hulk's mouth. Then hurriedly wrestled the gun out of Hulk's hand. He then squeezed Hulk's hands from behind, making Hulk out yell in pain.

"How is that sophistry? We're outside your academy, and we’re not picking a fight with your people. This girl humiliated us and our mentor. Today, she has to pay the price!" Hulk was arrogant and full of swagger. Stellar’s gaze turned cold. She sneered, "You? A loser trying to talk about dignity?" "You…" Hulk’s face flushed with rage. He was just about to make a move when Isaac stepped in to stop him. "You’re not her match. Don’t act out of impulse." Hulk calmed down a little, then scanned the four of them. Mary, Wayne, and Stellar all knew martial arts; they were no pushovers.

I hurled it at Hyperion with all my strength. He didn’t move. Instead, he raised his hand and fired a concentrated solar blast. The two forces collided mid-air, and for a moment, it was a stalemate. The darkness and light pushed against each other, neither one giving way. With a roar, I poured more energy into my attack. Shadows twisted around my arm, fueling my rage. "You think you're a hero, Hyperion? You’re just a pawn of the G.H.C.!" He narrowed his eyes, the light flickering around him. “The G.H.C protects the order of the world”