Novel & Cerita Ike Smash Brawl

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Jayce's lesson on how to punch flashed before his eyes and before he knew it, Tom was on the floor at his feet. Jayce and the others immediately got to action, grabbing the others. A full-blown scrap was ensuing before Sam even had the chance to register what he'd done. 'I just knocked out Tom Griffith in one punch,' he thought dreamily. He noticed Alfie scrambling about, trying to get away from the centre of the brawl, and decided he wasn't having any of it. "So what about it?" he asked him. "You and me. One on one. Beat me and I'll leave you alone forever."

When he was close enough, he kicked Smile's thigh. Crack! The sound of bone breaking resounded after Black Shadow came into contact. He then swung his elbow towards Smile’s chin. Pak! Unfortunately, Smile blocked his elbow and pushed him away with all of his strength. Predicting that block and he ducked when Smile tried to push him and distance himself from him. But, Black Shadow couldn’t idle around. He took a defensive stance, expecting the next physical attack when Sleepy and Hisoka had already disappeared from his sight. “Shit!” It was not a beginner's mistake considering he was a veteran of physical assault.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

Blood sprays, hot and sharp, but we don’t pause. No time to think. Just rip, tear, defend. One of the bastards throws a smoke bomb, trying to scatter us. I leap through it, blind but fast, and tackle him before he can retreat. He tries to stab me but my jaws crush his forearm. A scream. A crunch. Silence. I shift mid-motion, blood slicking my chest. I grab the guy’s fallen weapon and throw it at another one trying to flank Kael. Direct hit. Blade to throat.

He just ruined one of my favorite shirts, and he had the guts to smirk at me. "Someone's a little too slow. I'm getting disappointed." He chuckled, brandishing his knife. He suddenly took two more swipes at me, but I easily dodged them, as I had seen them coming. I threw an uppercut at his jaw, making him fall backwards. He was quick to stand up again, albeit shakily. It was now my turn to grin at him. It wouldn't have taken me much, to pick up my gun from where it was lying a few feet away. However, I was enjoying the brawl a little too much.

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

Tom swings his arm and he knocked out the guy in front of me, Ayu stabbed him with her dagger, I begun running toward Moma and as I drew closer to her, a guy suddenly appeared in front of me, he swings his dagger and I was to stagger to avoid his attack and he successfully sliced my left arm with his daggers. "Fuck!" I hissed. "Liam!" Nami and Jiroo screamed when they saw blood coming out from the big cut on my arm, it was strips of flesh from bone. "The fuck are you doing?!" Jiroo snarled as he pulled my unwound arm and he twisted his body, kicking one foot on the guy, then Nami takes over, her claw pierced on the guys chest and he fell heavily on the floor, hole in the middle of his chest

Even if memories of an asshole I was too pissed to name kept rattling around in my head. Okay, plan failed. Just ten minutes after my resolution to have fun, a throbbing headache started behind my eyes, pulsing in time with the bass thrumming from the speakers, so I shoved through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor to the bar, ordering a glass of water so I could cool off. As I waited to be responded to, my phone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh. I yanked it out, half-expecting some team bullshit on the group chat, but the screen lit up with a notification from Smashr. DickenDatBooty. My lips curled into a bitter smile. A part of me wanted to give this all up right now and

“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.