Mile 8 Rap Battle Novels & Stories

Jamal said with a nod of approval. Issa scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, great job, Yulia,” Miles added. “We make a pretty good team,” I said with a smile. “Just don’t enjoy this too much,” Miles replied with a bit of worry. “You still have school and stuff.” “Now for the ugly part,” Jamal said as he looked at the defeated men. “I need them awake,” Issa said. “Boss, easy on the chokeslam next time, I think you broke this one,” Miles said, slapping Gaines in the face to make him wake up.

A few agents were still there, burning off their stress in the same way I was planning to. The sound of fists hitting mats, grunts of exertion, and the rhythmic slaps of combat boots on rubber floors greeted me like an old friend. And I let it wash over me. Miles was already stretching when I stepped in. He looked up and gave me a crooked grin. “You come to kick my ass again, Dickens?” “You wish.” I teased. “Alright,” he said, hopping to his feet. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Sparring with Miles was like playing with a caffeinated puppy who happened to have deadly reflexes. He was fast, unpredictable, and always grinning like he knew something I didn’t. But I held my own.

Up till now, Anthony has been the only person to experience how scathing I could be once I get cocky, but now a murmur ripples through the library. “Whoa!” “He's number 1?!” “That is Miles, right?!” “It's about to get real!” I wish they'd all shut up. I don't care. If I have to do it, I'll do it and do it right. This is my art. Hate yourself for picking a fight with me over Battle Royale, Anthony! When it comes to this game, I'm A-tier. “Still as sassy as ever, huh?” Anthony whines. He's obviously mad.

they whispered to me as everything inside me crumbled. ******** Miles always seems the quietest, the quietest but he also hides several monsters. Can he fight them? Let me know what you think! Xo xo.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 38: Miles Suggestion The next day, Dallan and Miles had been called by Lixien. Dallan looked at Miles then he winked at her. Witnessing that they were like that, Lixien smirked. She asked them to have a spar with her. When Miles first met Lixien, he was ill therefore it was hard for him to defeat or fight with her since his health wasn’t good to start with. But since everything is fine now, he felt that he could fight with Lixien easily.

Ready for pro ice. Miles stepped out onto the wet asphalt, sneakers squeaking on the slick ground. He stood in front of Rhys with his chin tilted up, and I realised somewhere in the last month he’d gotten almost tall enough to look him in the eye. Caleb’s old stick was gone. The arcade prizes were buried in a drawer. There was no manipulation left between them – just the raw fact of a kid who’d found a brother and a man who’d learned how to stay. Miles raised his fist. Rhys met it – knuckles connecting with a solid click.

But we are starting off slow I guess. ** 3 days later ** Maxim, Millie and I practically race inside the gym, to check out the schedule for who we are fighting. There are only 8 contestants left, and we are still in the running for a position. One of these days, we are going to have to go against each other.

Elder Miles then turns to face me and says, “If you can get Charles here to the ground three times, I’ll teach you how to fight correctly.” Everyone in the circle laughs, but it doesn’t make me nervous or fearful; instead, it makes me want to prove them all wrong. Elder Miles takes a step back and claps his hands once, and Charles moves in front of me and adopts the combat position I’ve seen them all undertake. I block Charles’s first few strikes, but he hits me hard enough that I fall to the ground, and everyone laughs again.

Instead, he launches forward with a snarl I've never heard from him before, tackling his attacker through the bar's front window. "Shit." I slam my opponent's head into the pool table, leaving him groaning. "Connell, wrap it up! Miles's in too deep." Outside, Miles's still throwing punches, even as blood drips onto the sidewalk. I grab him by the kutte, pulling him off. "That's enough, he got the point." "Fuckers had it coming," Miles pants, swaying slightly. His face is pale under the streetlights. "Fuck, kid." I press my bandana against the worst of the cuts. "You're bleeding like a stuck pig."

"How do you feel now?" "Just so so." Curling his lip, Miles sat on Cedrick’s legs and thumped him as hard as he could. But he was a child after all, not as strong as Cedrick. After a while, his arms became sore. The moment he hit Cedrick slower and less hard, Cedrick said in a picky voice, "Go away if you feel tired. Ask your brother to substitute for you." Miles was provoked. Not wanting to be underestimated by Cedrick, Miles stood up and beat Cedrick's back with his feet.