Novel & Cerita Ike Smash Brawl

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Mane smiled and turned to deliver a powerful fist. Daggers, saber and a fist crossed at an intersection, their fated meeting causing a massive explosion. *BOOM*

he spits, stepping toward me. A hand grabs onto my arm and gently pulls be backward. Smirnov steps in front of me, blocking Anderson's path to me. He places my boba in my hand and turns back to his friend. "Back off," he tells him, a strange edge to his voice. "What?" Anderson questions, eyes wide. "Back off," he repeats. "You got the reaction you wanted, and it is over now," "She punched me," "You deserved it. Now back the fuck off,"

Creed instantly knew that he shouldn't take the hit head-on, though it was a simple punch, that move looked very overbearing; Just before Lazy Soul was about to punch, Creed pulled out his new weapon 'Mayhem Saber' and put his saber in front of his head. "This is my clan Ghost Ravens' famous skill 'Bone Smasher' reinforced with my 'Hell Gauntlet'," Laze Soul grumbled after he saw Creed trying to stop the attack with a mere sword."Now get ready to sacrifice your sword." Creed didn't mind his warning and didn't alter his actions. Even if the weapon broke, this was just a replica of the weapon inside his mind palace. But the moment his gauntlets hit the Saber, a gigantic pulse of a shock wave a

- Dessa but before the Lv2 Tank hits her, Jimboy rushes towards her and pushes Dessa away using his entire body, Jimboy raises his hand with the sword while positioning the flat surface of his sword to his shoulder, blocking the charge of the lv2 Tank imbuing mana to his shoulder and sword, and he prepared himself for the collision *TAG!* “GUWA!!”- Jimboy Jimboy still sent flying by the Tank(2) Raymart reacts sooner and blocks the vision of the Tank(2) using his smoke signal -SKILL: SMOKE SIGNAL!- *GRROARRR!* with a monstrous roar, it has repelled the smoke! The shockwave of the roar was too strong, and even from far away Jimboy still feels the pressure from it

gone? Another punch, but this time to my gut. A grunt escapes me, and I bunch over, my arms circling around myself. Then a leg comes between mine, knocking me to the ground. Ford? My eyes collide with him, when another punch lands my eye. From fucking Ford. "You fucking coward" i snap, shoving him off me. He falls easily, not in the mood to fight me now. I push up to a sitting position, but then Adam is pushing me down, his foot against my chest.

I could hear the sound of it—like a dull smack—and Mischa stumbled back, coughing slightly. But Mischa didn’t stop. He came back with a snarl, swinging at Kai with fast, hard punches. Kai blocked the first two, but the third hit him across the jaw, making his head snap to the side. I gasped, my hand flying to my chest. Blood trickled from the corner of Kai’s mouth, but he didn’t back down.

Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile. I fought back a shudder as his fist slammed me in the face. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. He charged at me, and I jumped up only to have him take me down again. He was on top of me. He lifted his fist to hit me, but I got an idea. They said there were no rules…

I pivot and slam my knee into his ribs, then seize his skull with both hands and smash it into my rising boot. Blood sprays, and the yard erupts once more. “Holy shit!” “He’s taking them all on!” The second and third attack together, but adrenaline has already swallowed me whole. I catch one wrist, twist until the bone snaps, yank him forward, and use his body as a shield against the fourth man’s punch. Before the fool can recover, I ram my forehead into his nose and hear cartilage explode. The fifth is larger, more like Jamal, one of the rare giants in the prison.