Romans & histoires Invincible Beat Up Face

Immediately after, she jumps up and hits Unstoppable in his head with her shield. Moaning as Justice flips over him, he places his giant hand on his head. "I got this," JumpStart says, running to Unstoppable as he stumbles around. Spinning his stun batons in his hands, he leaps into the air and slams them down onto Unstoppable. Roaring so loud, the whole prison shakes, Unstoppable claps his hands together and squeezes JumpStart. The attack knocks JumpStart out and he drops his batons. About to fall to the floor, Unstoppable instead catches him. Pulling his arm back, he then throws JumpStart like he is a sack of potatoes.

I snapped back. As much as I hate to admit this, he’s very freaking strong. I once saw him getting in a fight with two college seniors. One of them punched him on his face, another pushed him and he didn’t even move, that’s when the thought came into my mind, is he freaking made up of bricks? The next thing I saw, he broke the nose of the guy who pushed him and it was a K.O to the one who punched him on his face.

Ivan asks while lifting me off the ground in the next second and trying to figure out what kind of first aid to administer while he panics. “Relax.” I say finally, standing on my feet by myself. “What the hell man!” I yell at the asshole who clearly doesn’t know how to take his defeat and swallow it down. “We fight till the other person surrenders.” He responds while clutching the left side of his face that’s now bleeding from the blow he had received head on. “What kind of fucked up rule is that!”

But the melody, which was the soundtrack, was new and it was making me feel strange, small. I feel the blows on my arms - They are poorly positioned. Needs to improve more, not a big deal like that. I look up and focus on his face. I was serious and wanted to get this over with. I do a front kick on his thigh and jump up gaining strength and height to kick his face that leaned forward. I turn my torso gaining speed to elbow him in the face and kick him in the stomach to make him fall. I mount on top of him and punch him hard in the face seeing that he has already blacked out.

he says with a cheeky smile that puts me at ease. “Same goes for you,” I encourage. I take in another calming breath, letting every training session at Invictus swim around in my head and the more I think about it, the more confident I feel. This is something I can do. This, I’m good at. I can sense his fist coming towards my face. I make quick work catching his fist and landing a forward kick to his gut and a back kick to his back before shifting positions and delivering several punches to his ribcage and armpit before flipping him over and jumping back.

He spits on my face as he sneers out, "Now, I'm going to beat the 'gay' out of you before anyone can help your pathetic ass." That was the only warning I had before his fist connects with my face repeatedly. What felt like a life time later but only a few minutes, Kevin lifts himself off me allowing me to try and stand but I fall because my face is pounding causing the world to tilt. He takes that to his advantage to start kicking my sides and back as I curl myself into a ball to protect my body. I can hear Bianca screaming for him to stop but of course he ignores her.

Her swipes at me were easily to avoid and her kicks were low. I head butted her and tore through her stomach. She fell on her back and I stepped on her face. “I want you to know I’m delighted to do this.” My leg crushed on her face, her cries and struggling only fueled my anger and pleasure seeing her beg. Her eyes’ glow died down as her screams did the same but suddenly Beatrice rushed to me, pulling me away from her. Unknowingly, I shoved her hands away and my claws dug into her arm. Mi Vida was passing out but when she saw the accident, she smiled. I kicked her face and barked. “What is it Beatrice?”

He tries many times to bring me down, but I skillful evade all his attempts and let him tire himself out. Fed up with the boring, effortless encounter, I decide to show him how to fight for real. I watch him approach, determined to land a punch, and I give him a smirk, which infuriates him even more. When his fist gets close to my face, I block with my arm and hit his stomach with a strong punch that destabilizes him. He backs off, and I, determined not to let him escape, charge at him, delivering a series of punches to his face and ribs. He futile tries to defend himself, and I notice his face starting to swell from the blows. I remember the grueling training I had with my mother and feel r

The sharp aches flow up my arms, pulling at my nerves. “Apologize,” I order, reaching down and grabbing dickface by his collar. “For your disrespect of my mate. For going against the rules of the arena by fighting outside of the Challenges. For insulting me without provocation.” Dickface growls in response, then eats my fist as I bury it in his face. Over and over, my knuckles collide with his face, beating away skin and cracking bone. Blood gushes from his mouth, and he coughs. “What was that?”

I whispered. The guy pushed his finger in my chest. “Vin isn’t going to like this. Your precious mate will soon be my toy.” Wrong fucking answer. I didn’t waste time in pulling my arm back and using every ounce of power in that punch. I was vaguely aware of my men keeping his men back as I went to town on his fucking face. Grabbing his shirt, I kept going on his face until it was completely smashed in. Not even a drop of sweat had formed by the time I was done, however, I was breathing a little heavily.