Romans & histoires Invincible Beat Up Face

“This is all you get from my mouth, bitch.” Hector being adamant about pleas, delves a blow on his lips, tearing his lower lips from the combat, and blood trickles down his chin. For once, I’m in agreement with Hector as I leave him to shake Beta Nicholas a bit, while I rinse his filth off my face. The face of Beta Nicholas is visibly swollen on my arrival, Hector and probably Chris has done so much damage in a short time. Still not satisfied with it, I plaster a hard slap on his face, shutting his eyes from the impact.

Not when he's dealing with my father's men…and they're some of his best men. Within seconds, the big guy is on the floor… writhing, groaning, completely overpowered. Pathetic. I don’t even spare him another glance. My eyes are already back on Xavier. “Beat him up,” I say calmly. That’s all it takes. They descend on him. And this time… there’s no holding back. The first punch lands square on his jaw, and a sickening crack follows. He stumbles, but they don’t let him fall.

Xolvion couldn't help recognise the voice and looked up, snapping out of his deep thoughts to see the men who had beaten him to near death the other day. "Fuck me, he's still alive!" Another of them said not believing it. "I've got a bone to pick with you, Ya little shit!" The bald one with three teeth shouted before he ran at Xolvion, raising his fist to punch him with all of his might. Xolvion smiled before he caught the mans punch in the palm of his hand. Surprising all of them by doing so. "Not this time," Xolvion said with a wicked grin, having powered up a lot since the last time they had met.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

Josh's grip on Ava didn't budge. "Nathaniel..." Ava's voice was hoarse and desperate. My jaw tightened. Scarface scoffed. "Or we could just take her, and you watch." That statement just did it. I moved towards them as fast as I could. I went for Scarface first, slamming my fist into his jaw. The force knocked him back releasing Ava from his grip, but he recovered quickly, lunging at me. I ducked, dodging his swing, and drove my knee into his ribs. A sharp grunt then a second punch to his temple.

and with that she turned, about to intertwine our fingers back when the idiot spoke "Fucking Bitch" Vanilla turned, landing a hard blow on his face, I heard a crack, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell, passed out "Take that prick" She said, spitting on him I just watched, unable to do anything as I looked at the girl before me. She's not a damsel in fucking distress, She can take care of herself, very well. Where did she learnt how to fight like that?, the way the knife hit him at the right spot

I say, waving my hand in front of my nose to emphasize my point. A look of outrage crosses their faces, and I knew I pissed them off with that comment. Good, people get sloppy in fights when they are pissed. Minion 1 comes right at me, going for the kill but I’m out of his way quickly, making my way to Minion 2. He’s not paying attention and my fist connects with the front of his face, breaking his nose with a satisfying crunch. He roars in pain, and I sweep his legs out from under him. I notice Minion 1 in my periphery coming back to me after I dodged him. I spin around and kick my leg up high, getting him right in the face with the side of my foot. He loses balance and falls to the ground,

I tackled Ivan to the ground. We hit the floor hard, the impact rattling through my bones. I immediately tried to pin his arms, but the little bastard fought like a wildcat. His right arm broke free—CRACK! A fist slammed into my face. I staggered back, momentarily dazed. Jason lunged forward, but Ivan twisted away. Erwin moved in next, grabbing him in a firm hold. But Ivan fought violently, twisting and kicking—his foot slammed into Erwin's knee. Jason was already moving. "Enough!"

The man BeatazfszSK CJ B rice had tackled to the ground was currently stuck against the thick concrete wall of the room as Beatrice rammed a punch against his skull, the force of the punch, causing a crack in the wall. Melissa could feel the sheer annoyance coming from her. She turned around, and one of the men was coming towards her while reloading his pistol. By the time he was done, Beatrice was already on him, he pointed the gun and Beatrice held it firmly. By the time he pulled the trigger, she had twisted the gun away from her face and she followed it up with a headbutt, the guy staggered backward and the woman delivered a punch into his face, knocking him out.

She glared at him, and despite being as weak as she was, she spat on his face. He let out a low growl before punching her in the face, not caring that her husband stood behind him. The Alpha went to attack the Lycan only to be beamed by what seemed to be an electric invisible beam. His eyes widened in surprise, and feeling his body weaken, the Alpha dropped to the ground for a few seconds, trying to regain his strength.