Jocko Combat Tested Novels & Stories

I felt my nipples harden and hoped that it didn’t show but seeing as his look turned dark, I knew he had seen it. He wasn’t completely buff, but had a lean built, with powerful biceps that he’d acquired after hours and hours of slamming the puck into the net. I’d seen him naked before but did not notice the details. The slender waist or the broad shoulders. The tats on his arms and back added to the danger factor. “I dare you to...” his voice was a low baritone, “take off your shorts.” If I did that, I’d be left wearing only the thin crop-top and my underwear.

The other two jocks lunged, but they were nothing compared to a man who grew up fighting for air in the Vance empire and fighting for respect on the asphalt. Jax was a whirlwind of controlled violence. He moved with the grace of a Greek god and the brutality of a street brawler. A shoulder check sent one boy flying; a sharp jab to the ribs folded the other. Within seconds, the "kings of the hallway" were nothing more than groaning heaps on the pavement.

The training ground cleared. Torches cast long, sharp shadows across the dirt ground. Jake removed his shirt, folding it neatly and handing it to Ellias. His body bore scars, old, jagged reminders of battles fought and survived. Not the polished scars of a warrior trained in luxury, but the marks of someone who had been forced to fight for every breath, every step forward. Draven rolled his shoulders. I could see his confidence. “This won’t take long.”he said while removing his coat. Jake said nothing. He simply raised his fists, his stance quiet but ready.

Kayson placed Captain Yeager and the others down before he got up and looked toward Jock. Kayson said calmly, “You shouldn’t hurt people.” Jock sneered. “I’m a master-level practitioner. How dare a bunch of deadbeats to block my path? It’s already considered merciful for me not to kill them.” Kayson did not speak further, but he moved his body so swiftly that Jock did not even manage to react to the situation before he was blasted away by Kayson’s punch. Jock shattered the glass and landed on the road opposite.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

Arrick was still almost slumped in a ball and Jake leaned out and pushed his shades back, slotting them back on top of Arrick’s head carelessly. “Fuck off,” his brother mumbled under his breath, and the security guard just glared Jake’s way. Jake glared right back, aggression prickling instantly to put him in his place. No paid heavy of his father’s was going to try to lord over his relationship with his kid brother. He was sure he could take him, even in here. The guy was about five-foot-eight max and looked like he could only bench press half of what Jake did. Besides, Jake had years of cage fighting and mixed martial arts training under his belt, he would give it a go even if the guy was

In an ideal world, it could be considered the best way to approach a battle of strength, might and will. Jack was a different case. Unlike James's instinctive, unpredictable and dynamic fighting style, Jack was more... graceful with his. He fought like he was dancing. It was focused more on his agility than his strength, and he just happened to be incredibly powerful as well. He evaded, blocked and dealt counter attacks.

Jake's POV I stare out at the crowd of training warriors. The sun, having come out not too long ago, was providing a slight warmth to fight the morning chill. I take a deep breath as I try to calm down my frazzled mind. My mind was abuzz with thoughts on how to fix this issue with Josh, the incidents with the rogues as of recent, and also the sloppy training I'm watching in front of me. "Remember to keep your cores engaged people! One swift kick and you'd all be down. . And widen your stances!" I add on. Most everyone adjusts. I sigh. My eyes trail to Josh, he has weights added to his wrists and legs to aid in building up his muscle mass. Personally, I quite like Josh as he is now but Xavier

Jake stated seriously. "I'll be inside call me if you need me." Cole stated following Gabby. Cole is already used to Jake's attitude he is rude and arrogant but he knows when to butt in a situation. Those punks had it coming. Jake hates it when someone talks trash about someone. He also has some anger issues. If things don't go his way he always settles things with a fight. He hates losing and he never loses a fight. He is an expert with man to man combat, gun and air strike. He was part of the air force for about 4 years. He was a great soldier. But more importantly he is a great friend. He never let his friends down.

I handed one Glock to Jace casually, like passing a water bottle. “You handle a gun?” Jace took it smooth, racked the slide to check the chamber like he’d done it a thousand times, then flicked the safety back on. “Not only do I handle it, I’m a damn good shot. And I fight like Jackie Chan on a bad day. Rich guys like me? We’ve got enemies since kindergarten. Private instructors, combat training, the whole deal. I had to learn early how to defend myself.” I raised an eyebrow. Impressed despite myself. “Good. Because we’re ten minutes out. Time to put all that fancy training to use.”