Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

With a forceful heave, she flung Mariah fiercely toward the ground. The impact was monumental. Mariah crashed to earth with a bone-rattling thud, sending a massive cloud of dirt and debris spiraling into the air, momentarily obscuring her from view. The earth shuddered beneath us, a reminder of the sheer power we contended with in this battle of giants.

The sound is like thunder trapped in an echo chamber—a continuous rumble of colliding forces that makes my bones vibrate. The very ground beneath their feet cracks and splinters. Ancient trees shatter, some are uprooting from the shockwaves alone, and even stone that has stood for centuries crumbles under the pressure of their battle. They don't fight in one place because their movements are too large, too violent to be contained. In seconds, they've moved dozens of yards from where they started, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. I have to physically step back to avoid being caught in the shockwaves. The air itself seems to ripple with each collision, and I can feel the raw power

what does he mean she will perish? He slowly stood up and got in position again. Is he...Is he holding back? She stared at him in shock. She didn't get the chance to stare at him more when he started to strike. Palm against palm, an extremely heavy force is exerted out of their attached palms, throwing the things nearby and shattering the lanterns nearby into tiny pieces. The power exerted out of their palms was so strong that both of them were forced backward. Lowering their hands down they begin to share move after move. Megara looked towards the entrance of the ground and found them still standing there. With no other choice, she deliberately let herself lose.

Then moves beside me. Good. The pressure increases. Wood splinters faintly. “Absorb and disperse,” I murmur to myself. “Too much influx,” Matteo warns. “Not if it’s shared.” Ezra looks at me sharply. “You can’t split celestial force.” “Not force,” I correct. “Burden.” The hum rises. But not like before. Not vertical. Horizontal. Expanding outward instead of upward. The pressure around us shifts. The creaking slows.

I yelled "Fine then" Landon nodded "I have no problem with experience a killing headache each time you make the goddess angry but you should think of the pack, are you okay with putting the whole pack in danger?" I climbed up the stairs ignoring Landon "Last time, the priestess said only you and those you share a blood relation with was affected by that perilous headache, which means Brie and Bels must have been affected too, it's quite alright that you do not care about me but are you okay with putting them in danger too?" He asked making sure I heard him as I walked away

They were as fast as lightning, and the sabers directly hit Sikou Yong's fist. Cling! Cling! Cling! The black fist didn't seem to be made of flesh, but the hardest metal in the world. It was not damaged at all. Instead, it sent the four women flying. The four women's expressions all changed. When that enormous force landed on them, it was as if it could destroy the vitality within their bodies. It was incomparably terrifying. Without any hesitation, a burst of violent mysterious strength surged wildly, and then their bodies trembled violently. An invisible fluctuation came out of them and finally removed the external force in their bodies.

They could as well have been insects trying to stop the relentless approach of an avalanche for all their strikes. Ulkarn created a shockwave of pure kinetic power with a contemptuous flick of his wrist that tore out in a tsunami. It grabbed Darrel and two of his companions square in the chest, raising them totally off the floor to be flown back against the far bulkhead like so many rag dolls.

It felt like hitting a brick wall. The figure tilted its head, almost as though it could sense the pressure I was placing on it. “You think this will stop me?” "Not stop," I growled, "just slow you down." The telekinetic force I unleashed struck the creature with a sudden, violent push. It wasn’t enough to bring it to the ground, but it staggered, its form rippling with the impact. I could feel the air shift around it, the force bending and warping the space as if the very fabric of reality was reacting to my power.

Fresh, dark, and wrong. I pressed my fingertip to it and drew it back. Human blood. Fresh, warm Someone had been standing outside my window. Alena had me doing balance work by the end of the third day. Not combat balance, structural. The difference between a larger body's centre of gravity and mine, and how to use the discrepancy in my favour rather than fighting it. She used a term that I had not heard before and that she explained with the matter-of-factness of someone who considered it obvious: mechanical advantage through displacement. The idea that a smaller body, properly positioned, could redirect a larger body's momentum using the larger body's own weight as the force.

Adrian appeared remarkably calm despite the overwhelming force. It seemed as though he remained unaffected by the power. When the force attacked, he promptly mobilized his power to resist it. He sought to block the force within a certain range. The immense force caused the stone door to tremble violently. Adrian, however, sensed a unique feeling. The vibrations seemed to be growing increasingly intense as if an unknown entity was preparing to break free. Suddenly, Adrian was deeply captivated by the sight. His attention was so fixated that he immediately felt a chill.