Kyle Cartman Fight Novels & Stories

Yet, she still felt her sex throb at the image of Arlin standing there, naked, ready to defend her. Kyle, if he was smart, should have just quit and walked away, but bullies rarely give up, and Kyle was never smart. Even before he had his feet planted firmly on the ground for balance, he spun, his fist aiming for whatever connection he could make. Arlin, however, knew it was coming—as did Eve—and before Kyle finished his swing, Arlin jabbed out with all his might and caught the other man in the nose, then swung a right, clocking Kyle on the left side of his jaw. Kyle tumbled backward, arms swinging to recapture a balance that never came. Arlin shook his hands, the pain from his hits stinging

He grinned as he circled me. “You’re the Alpha right?” he spat. “You smell like weakness.” “Be worried that you will die soon,” I mumbled, charging him faster than he expected. My fist landed on his jaw—once, twice.. then my knee to his stomach. He began coughing out blood as I finished him with a sudden strike across his throat. Behind me, I heard Kyle cry out, seem like he was in pains. I turned around immediately to see him on the ground, he held his leg trying to rise to his feet but blood was gushing out from his leg.

Olivia 2 Years Later The man charges toward me, his fist swinging out in a wide arc meant to take me down from the side. But I’m faster, ducking under his punch a heartbeat before it connects. With all my strength, I spring forward, thrusting my shoulder into his diaphragm then, as he doubles over, I send him to the ground with a final elbow to the kidney. Kyle rolls to his back with an agonized groan. “Remind me again why I agreed to spar with you.” He stares up at me with that teasing grin I always find so endearing.

Dean is shaking his head with fascination and kyle is grinning like an idiot, wiping his brow leaving blood on his face. Not his. We hear them running towards us and the boys come beside me as we see them approaching, guns and knives in their hands. “well boys, the fight just got so much interesting,” I tell them and they grin, flashing their fangs out and claws ready for them. “I thought we wouldn’t be having a good fight today,” kyle smirks just as sone of the men fires a gun at his torso and he falls back. “oooh this is so much fun!”

I'm too feeble to even fight him. Kyle's eyes bore into mine then he bursts into a laugh. "Jeez! You think I would do that to you?" Kyle hugs me warmly. "Sorry for the stupid prank." I fight him off of me and slap him. "You scared me!" I bark at him. Kyle is shocked I slapped him and I see the pure rage in his eyes as he glares at me. The glare swiftly turns into a sweet smile. He wraps me around in his arms warmly and embraces me.

Carl shouted menacingly at Kyle. He released Antonette, then swiftly pulled out a knife and made a thrust towards Kyle. Luckily, Kyle was ready for it and avoided the sharp knife with ease. Then he smacked Carl hard in the face with his well-practiced fists. Carl hadn’t expected Kyle would be so strong; he didn’t look the fighting type. Kyle’s punch sent him flying into the crowd of onlookers. Carl had taken a massive hit. He couldn’t get up from the floor, and his face was covered in blood.

He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "The one who wants to die steps out." He barked at them. The men looked towards Elijah. He nodded his head. So not one or two, but all of them were launched at him. They attacked Kyle, and he was all ready to take out his anger and rage. So he held one in one hand and kicked the other in the abdomen. The third attacked from behind, and Kyle almost fell to the ground. But he managed to stop himself from falling. They attacked again, and this time Kyle blocked two of them and kicked the third, but the fourth and fifth were still heavy on him.Kyle fell to the ground on his mouth after being kicked in the abdomen by the sixth.The blood spit out of his

He continued eating without saying a word. Kyle watched him quietly. “You cook often?” Kellan asked after a moment. “When I have time,” Kyle replied. “Didn’t know rich boys cooked,” Kellan muttered. Kyle chuckled. “Didn’t know rich boys got beaten like that either.” Kellan shot him a look. “Watch your mouth.” Kyle raised his hands slightly. “Just saying.” Silence fell between them again. Kyle poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from Kellan. “You shouldn’t have fought Ryder like that,” Kyle said calmly.

He just needed to protect Kate until then. Digging his knuckles deep into the man’s stomach, Colton watched as he doubled over just slightly, just enough that Colton could lift his head, using it as a weapon against the fragile cartilage of the man’s nose. As the man wobbled backward, Colton bucked his hips, flipping the asshole over and onto the floor. Scrambling to his feet, Colton glanced towards the kitchen, debating whether to grab a fucking knife. He didn’t know how much fight he had left in him, the effects of the alcohol weakening him, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from stabbing this piece of shit until he stopped breathing, right here in Kate’s kitchen.

Before the guard could finish speaking, Kyle lunged at him and deftly cuffed him by the neck, aiming for a powerful strike across his face. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good shot. The man elbowed Kyle hard in the stomach and freed himself from the body lock at once, not forgetting to hurl Kyle across the basement with a powerful kick. Kyle bent down in pain, blood trickling down his chiseled jawline. His eyes widened in shock when he caught sight of the two familiar figures tied in the room through the pane. 'Mom...?' Ignoring the metallic taste at the back of his tongue, Kyle gritted his teeth and thrust forward with another charge. Jumping onto the piles of bricks, he extended his legs, exec