Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

The fissures continue until the entire barrier that surrounds the ship shatters. The only problem is that the magic used on it is too powerful, that even with Klevon’s strength, we are still pushed far away from the ship. We skid along the seawater, with Klevon underneath me. He is taking the brunt of the damage, while I activate my feeble magic to at least lessen his pain.

But it was too late. She lunged. Her movement abandoned all human constraint, all the careful discipline drilled into them during countless training sessions. She became a blur of predatory speed that bypassed Julian's golden shield entirely, slipping through it as if it were mere mist. The shield, which had withstood every previous attack, offered no resistance to this primal force. She struck him with a palm thrust that carried the force of a battering ram.

I drove forward, engaging both simultaneously. My sword danced, blocking, parrying, striking. I wove threads of power through the combat—not overwhelming force, but precise applications that gave me advantages without causing harm. A push of energy here to unbalance an opponent. A shield there to deflect a blow I could not physically block. Enhancement to my own speed and strength.

Only an external intervention could change the face of the challenge. "I remembered a magic trick that Deborah taught me. Quickly, I used it on her and she slipped on one of her feet. In that way, she lost her balance and the pressure she was applying on her thunder and lightning were also affected thereby decreasing her strength. It was on that weakness that I capitalized. I applied more pressure to my lightning and thunder, the force it generated was overwhelming enough that Magaritha had no choice but to let go of her power. The force of the charge we have created over time acted on her by lifting her and then slamming her to the ground. She gave out a loud painful shout.

A force that did not spread outward aimlessly, but moved with intention. It met the pressure directly. For a moment Everything stilled. The hall. The air. The space between forces. Selene barely breathed. Raymond didn’t move. Amber stood at the center of it— Grounded. Unshaken. The pressure pushed. The response held. Then— The response pushed back. Not aggressively. Not wildly. But with certainty. A clear boundary. A clear limit. The pressure resisted. For a fraction of a moment— It held. Then— It broke again. Not violently. Not shattered. But forced backward. The air released.

Just slightly. But enough. Kai moved instantly. His power threading into mine not overriding, not clashing, aligning. Enhancing. Guiding. The impact hit…. And dispersed. Not blocked. Not absorbed. Redirected. The force slammed into the ground beside us instead, cracking stone but sparing everything behind us. The creature roared again. Angrier now. More aggressive. It tried to force more of itself through. Reality resisted harder. The fracture trembled violently. Unstable. On the verge of collapse.

The force hurled him through the air, his body slamming into an apple tree twenty feet away with a crack that rivaled the one in his jaw. Turning back to the fray, I raised both hands, fingers spread wide, and summoned the tempest that churned within me. I pushed forward with all my might, envisioning a tidal wave crashing down upon the advancing shifters. My wind answered the call, slamming into the attackers with brutal precision. They flew backward, tumbling over one another, fur and limbs tangled in a chaotic mess. The sight of the tangled animal forms brought an involuntary giggle to my lips, a moment of levity amidst the carnage.

“I can’t—” The air around her shifted. Like pressure building before a storm. Dust lifted from the ground. The torches along the walls flickered wildly. And the pull inside her snapped. Everything went white. For a split second. Then— Impact. A force exploded outward from her body. Violent. Uncontrolled. The shockwave threw everything back. Weapons clattered. Dust surged. And Kael— Kael didn’t move. He braced. Held his ground. Even as the force hit him full.

An unstoppable force was transferred from the opponent's fist to himself! Yes, that force was like the raging waves of the ocean—extremely violent! In a split second, Sullivan was blown away by the punch. He flew out four or five meters away and crashed into the flower bed!

A blind spot in force application. Her hand settled on his forearm. She wanted to test it. She just wanted to prove her theory. The weight of him leaning in came downward. She needed to give him a pull from the side. She didn’t think for long. Her body moved before her reason could catch up. She caught his wrist. She stepped back half a pace. She lowered her center of gravity. Using the motion of him bending down to kiss her, she followed his force, yanked hard outward, and flipped his joint up at the same time.