Madness Combat Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

My parents were right, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak. “Wow, you really are a lost cause.” Carter whispers in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my body. Yep this is not good. “Um no, I have to leave now. I’ll see you at my wedding.” Hank says as he looks me in my eyes and his hand grips my arm lightly. Something he always did and it made me happy. His eyes then go over to Carter’s tattoos and huge biceps. It was clear that he thought Carter wasn’t a good guy. Carter straight up looked like a hot typical villain in any action movie.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Juliet smiles, he is only 300 yards away. Juliet- Do you see me? Hank- I like the purple on you. I don’t like that so many males are seeing you in a sports bra. Juliet- I bet you are either in basketball shorts, showing off your abs, or completely naked, showing off everything. Hank- You already know me so well. Want to see which one it is? Juliet- I won’t have long, and I’ll be approaching with a weapon for show. Hank- I trust you.

He wore mismatched shoes and tattered clothing comprising of trousers that might have once been grey, a cardigan with no buttons that fluttered about him as if trying to escape and a shirt that held the memory of the light green it had once been. The one called Hann was a little better turned out with black jeans a pair of shoes that were dirty but did match and a t-shirt with the logo of a band splashed across it, flaming skulls and zombies bounding across his chest. His hair had been cut tight to his skull, the skin gleaming in places where it had stopped growing completely. His face was smoother than his counterpart’s but his expression was too bright, his eyes too wide and the fixed grin

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...

Hank yelled at him as he continued to maintain his hold on the gun. Kane headbutted him, destabilizing Hank for a few seconds. He finally snatched the gun from his hands and got up. “You bastard. You broke my nose,” Hank lamented and wiped the blood from his nostril. “Who the hell are you?” Kane asked him while aiming the rifler at its owner. “I’m Hank. This is my cabin and you’re a trespasser.” Kane glanced at Emilia and saw that she was still awake but terrified. He returned his attention to Hank who was now sitting on the floor, rubbing his swollen nose.

They simply did not expect Richard Dobson from the Ochre Hall to be this shameless and make them the front line. Hank was infuriated as well. He used Titanium Leo-roar on the spot, sending powerful soundwaves out. The roar was deafening. While it was not as powerful as Kayson’s, it sufficed to defeat the Heathein members. Despite that, Hank’s focus was on Richard from the Ochre Hall. That man was annoying! Richard was only an intermediate energy fighter, so there was no way he could take the targeted Titanium Leo-roar coming at him. He coughed blood on the spot, and his skin cracked.

“I told you to wait. I didn’t allow you to bark.” “You…” Hank shuddered because the cigarette butt burned him. A huge blister appeared on his face. Furious, he wanted to lash out at Andrius, but when he saw the terrifying gaze, he quivered and dared not do anything reckless. He simply glared at Andrius with a frosty gaze. If looks could kill, he would have killed Andrius a thousand times over. Unfortunately, it could not, so all Hank could do was sulk helplessly.

“Don’t look at me. You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Gavin popped him lightly on the shoulder. To Hank, he said, “You read much?” The big man shrugged. “Some. I talk rough, but that’s just my way. I read, yeah.” Gavin grabbed the satchel sitting on the stool next to him, unzipped it and rummaged through its contents. “What do you read, Hank?” Hank smiled. “Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.”

It was incredible how the king did not think about killing him because of his temper. But the way Kenneth looked at him the first time they met was what drove him insane. A monster like the Mad King could never look at someone in such a gentle way, and yet he did. He saw sadness and pain the moment their same feline eyes landed on each other. Keith was looking at himself, but fiercer and stronger, and the scar crossing his right eye could not leave his mind. It was difficult to keep hating him after seeing that look on his face.