Ike Smash Brawl Novels & Stories

[Staggering Smite] I was the one who attacked first. The fight between a young magician and an undead mage has begun.

“Trying!” Behind us, Adem screamed. I spun in time to see him and Adlee slammed by a Marid’s smoke-wrapped fists. They flew backward, their bodies crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. Both collapsed, limp, blades clattering away. “No!” I shrieked, taking a step toward them. Another Marid blocked me, grinning as it raised its clawed hands. Aziz appeared in a blur, slamming into it with such force that its head cracked against the ground.

the announcer says, and the crowd explodes into applause as we begin to run out onto the field. Modok is in front of me and just past him is Burk, but I know that will change fast. The brawl is normally a mad rush of brutal attacks that quickly separates allies from each other, which is fine. We don't plan on helping one another unless we get surrounded. As soon as everyone is in the middle of the field it begins. Vipul comes out of nowhere and catches Modok off guard. He splits his eyebrow in one blow and Modok snarls. A Cok champion tries to sweep my legs, but my stance is too strong and I knock him out with a heavy left. When he hits the ground I scan the field to see how Modok and Burk a

I looked at him then at Maya who gasped, then looked like she was about to pass out. “Damn Maya breathe, shit you about to lose your life before he even said hello.” Kymoni said closing Maya mouth. “Uh Maya this is Smash'em. Smash'em this is Maya.” Essence said backing up when Smash'em stuck his hand out for Maya to take. “My name is Kekoa, and it's nice to meet you, Maya.” Smash'em aka Kekoa said with a now gentle soft voice. “What the hell just happen? Who the fuck is Kekoa? And where the hell is the big ass giant dude who look like if he pat your head it would crack like a walnut.” Kymoni said walking up to look at Smash'em who was still holding Maya's hand smiling like a damn fool in lov

His grip on my throat loosened, and he stumbled, releasing me as he whirled around to face his attacker. A man, quick and lean, stood behind him, his fist still clenched from the blow. The bulky man roared, swinging wildly. But the lean man was agile, ducking and weaving, easily dodging the clumsy attacks. They crashed into another bulky figure, seemingly a friend of my attacker, and suddenly, it was a full-blown brawl. Punches flew, grunts and curses filled the air, and suddenly, the small corner erupted into chaos. The fight spilled out, drawing attention, and the entire club seemed to erupt. People scattered, screams mixed with the thumping bass, and tables were overturned, drinks sloshin

"She's my mate!" We collided like thunder, crashing to the floor in a tangle of snarls and fury. Damian's fist smashed into my jaw—crack—blood flooding my mouth, sharp and metallic. I roared, slashing claws across his chest, ripping through fabric and skin, crimson spilling hot and fast. He bucked beneath me, knee driving into my side with a sickening thud that cracked ribs, pain lancing through me like fire.

Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights. “Shit,” I muttered, flicking the cigarette in my hand away. Smoke burst out of the club yelling “Who just came here?” But before I could answer, they were already in the yard, swinging chains and bats. shouting and doing what they knew how to do best. Causing havoc. Before I could think, I jumped in the middle of it, grabbing one off Smoke and shoving him back. Another came swinging and I ducked and hit hard. I felt his jaw crack.

Colin's hand twitched toward his weapon to shoot him dead. Smith moved first. He exploded over the table like a bullet breaking glass, his whole body crashing into the loudmouth. They went down hard, chairs scattering, the table skidding sideways. Smith's fists came down like hammers, over and over, each punch smearing the guy's face redder. "How dare you spread rumors about my fiancée?!" Smith roared, voice echoing, cracking through the stunned silence of the room. His knuckles cracked against the kid's jaw again. "I'll fucking kill you!"

He threatened, his tone dangerously icy, sending a shiver down Jeremy's spike. Jeremy gritted his teeth, Infuriated. Without hesitation he lunged at Liam, trying to retaliate. Not knowing anything about Liam, Jeremy thought he stood a chance since he trained in martial arts. However, Liam was ready, watching Jeremy's moves. With a swift and powerful counter, he landed a decisive blow that sent Jeremy crashing into a nearby stand of cocktails. The loud crash of shattering glass and the sight of Jeremy collapsing to the ground drew gasps from the crowd. Glasses shattered, and the contents of the bottles spilled over Jeremy, drenching his expensive white jacket and trousers.

I prepared a punch for him and as soon as he spun me around, I made sure I hit him square in the jaw. He groaned out in pain a bit then began to smile. "Be my soulmate?" He said with a glint that I could I ly describe as maniacal in his eyes. "You are… creepy." I said with furrowed brows. Whose response to a punch was 'Be my soulmate'? "Don't ever pull me like that again or next time you'll be on the fucking floor." With that I walked away. "What is she, some kind of MMA fighter?" I heard him groan in pain as I stalked off.