Local Fighter Shinden Novels & Stories

One of the shadows was huge, nearly three or four hands taller than him but moved with grace that can only belong to one well practiced in swordplay. Boro dispatched two of the shadows before the huge one and another smaller fighter was on him. The hulking fighters own blade, a massive piece of steel, was brought down towards him, both hands gripping the sword. The other slashed at Boro's waist. Boro threw himself out of the way rather then try to block, rolling and leaping back to his feet before re-engaging with the foes. Both fighters worked in tandem to kill Boro, not giving a break in between there slashes for Boro to catch his breath. One, the smaller of the two, attempted to end their

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

The few fighters shook their heads as well to express their contempt and despise for Zayn without any attempt to conceal their opinions. “Hottie, are you sure that you want to fight us? We’re savage brutes.” “Heh heh, I’ve been doing this for so many years, yet I’ve never beaten a siren like you yet, tsk tsk.” “Babe, don’t listen to them, hahaha.” These four fighters were wretched beyond comparison. They eyed Shaelyn with their covetous eyes and refused to acknowledge her capability at all. In their perception, how was a delicately sweet thing like Shaelyn even capable of fighting?

The main fighter was a tall, reddish-brown-haired male with a well-built body, attired in a grey t-shirt and black loose cotton shorts. While the substitute fighter was a head shorter with a shaved head and tanned skin. Several scars could be found on his arms and one on his right eyebrow that ran down to his cheek. He looked menacing and also some females found him really manly. Many bet he was even stronger than the main fighter.

My voice trembled slightly, but I didn’t back down. Theron smirked. “Feisty. Maybe I’ll take you as a trophy once he falls.” he blushed off. Ryu growled, stepping in front of me protectively before I could speak. “Touch her, and I’ll end you before the first strike.” Ryu growled with anger which could be sensed in his voice. The crowd hushed as the referee—an old, blind wolf who had seen too many wars—stepped forward. “Alpha Ryu of the Crimson Moon,” he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.”

He took the hit clean. He staggered back a step, grimacing as he absorbed the pain. It hurt more than any opponent he had faced earlier. Because this time, it came with guilt, written plainly in his eyes. “Fight me like a man, you bastard!!” Anthony shouted. Bastian wiped the blood from the corner of his lip and shook his head. “I don’t want to fight you, Tony.” “Coward!!” “You’re my best friend.” “Best friend?” Anthony snarled. “You already betrayed that, idiot!”

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

Of course, those were just contact lenses, but those only made him appear even more warlike. He was barely a head taller than me, which was probably because I wore platform shoes. "Who are you?" I asked softly, obviously admiring him. The corners of his mouth turned up before he breathed out at me in a rusty voice: “Who am I, the Hikizuri wants to know? I'm nothing more than a fighter."

The *Ruby bat that Dhiren fought with lost his arm. Dhiren, who was like a giant in the crowd, won a landslide victory over his opponent. Dhiren was able to enlarge himself because he could fight at full strength even in wild animal mode. Dhiren won with the proportion of his large body that could swiftly catch the Bat, which was nimbly darting up and about to run away from him. Catching it, then slamming it with a huge sweep of his hand, Dhiren easily repelled the *Sapphire Bat that was trying to attack him.

He wore a loose, white gi that fluttered in the breeze, and his hands were held in a loose, relaxed posture. The fight began with a sudden flurry of movement, as the shaven-headed man lunged forward with a wild punch. The slender fighter darted to the side, evading the blow with ease, and responded with a quick jab to the ribs. The larger man grunted in pain but quickly regained his composure, launching a series of powerful kicks that forced his opponent to backpedal. The slender fighter parried each blow with skill, slipping and weaving out of the way of danger.