Jack Gilinsky Imagine Fight Novels & Stories

The force sends Eldris and Zephyr stumbling back, though they recover quickly, snarling and baring their teeth. “Hold the line!” Jack commands, his voice cutting through the chaos. The fight begins in earnest. Eldris charges forward, his movements fluid and fierce as he engages the steel-eyed elder. Zephyr moves like a shadow, his golden eyes alight with fury as he weaves through the fray, targeting another elder with sharp precision. Maria and Greta work in tandem, their movements perfectly synchronized as they flank one of the weaker-looking elders. Their blows land hard, but the elder retaliates with a shocking burst of strength, knocking them both off balance.

Hips. I know these men. I’ve bled with them. Trained with them. Gotten drunk with them. And today I’m fighting them. They’re all solid. Fast. A little unhinged. Especially when it comes to Mel. And I get one shot at this. Do I go for Jackson while I’m fresh? Or try to thin the herd first? I raise my hands, fists guarding my face. Right leg back. Knees bent. Balanced. Poised. My body settles into something instinctive and dangerous.