Moves Affected By Sheer Force の小説・ストーリー

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!

The ground shook as its heavy frame moved with great speed. Elizabeth prepared herself. She was tough but she’s never seen The creature swung its fist. Just have to do- no! The fist suddenly moved faster as it approached Elizabeth. She manages to raise her arms to block her body but she felt an extreme amount of force tackle her body. What the… Elizabeth is sent flying. ~THUD!~ “AH!” Elizabeth’s body strikes the wall with so much force that the air is knocked out of her. ~ROAR!~ The evolved ape charges forward again with the intent to make Elizabeth a permanent fixture on the wall.

Boulders the size of small cabins roared down the mountainside, threatening to sweep us all into the abyss. "Against the wall!" Ronan roared, shoving me hard against the cliff face, shielding me with his own body. My instincts screamed. Without conscious thought, I extended my hands, pushing outwards. I didn't summon earth, or water. I summoned pure force. A shimmering, invisible wall erupted from my palms, meeting the tumbling rocks with an echoing thrum. The force vibrated through my bones, but the rockslide, instead of crushing us, was deflected, veering slightly outwards, cascading into the chasm with a deafening roar.

But the last minute change got into Logan's head, and he couldn't keep the ball out of the net. That's how the ricochet effect began. I couldn't seem to block for shit. Daniel kept kicking too wide. The stress of the change, and probably more so the curiosity about what was wrong with Santos, just killed our stride. Even Luca Montoya, who is usually one of our more reserved players, pulled a yellow card and had to rein in his defense so he didn't get tossed out. It was brutal. So while the Earthquake fans are celebrating loudly in the stands, the Texas Mutiny is walking off the field, with our tails tucked firmly between our legs. Not just in shame, but possibly in anticipation of our asses

Just like before, vines appeared at the last moment, trying to change the trajectory of the tiger king's punch. "Won't work, twice!" Tiger king said with a straight face as flames appeared around his fist. As the vines grabbed his hand trying to change his trajectory, but they weren't able to do anything as they were immediately torn apart as Tiger king had used the law of strength in this punch as well. The remnants of the vines holding his hand were burned to ashes.

Then they moved. Winter struck next—fast, testing, a diagonal cut aimed at August’s left shoulder. August parried with a sharp upward block, steel ringing against steel. The impact vibrated up both arms. Winter didn’t pause; he pivoted, bringing the blade around in a low arc toward August’s ribs.

But I didn’t move back. I was ready. As they landed, I exhaled, feeling the Null Blood pulse outward. It didn’t repel them, not entirely, but it slowed them, disrupted their coordination, and forced their attacks to misfire. Thane moved like fire incarnate, deflecting blows, sunlight scorching stone beneath their feet. And yet, he was faltering, not from skill, but from restraint. The fragment surged uncontrollably whenever he struck too hard, feeding back through the bond.

"I carry the momentum of every mile I’ve walked. You see a man who has lost everything. I see a man who has finally been stripped of everything that could hold him back." The Convergence The Architect raised a hand, and the shadows in the corners of the room began to knit together, forming jagged, ethereal blades. "Then let us see if momentum can bleed." The clash was instantaneous. There was no grand exchange of insults, only the brutal physics of two opposing forces meeting at the end of a long road. The Architect fought with the elegance of a machine, his movements calculated and precise. Victor fought with the desperation of a landslide. \bm{F = ma}. Force equals mass times acceleration.

For a long moment, only wind moved across broken stone. Then the alpha stepped aside. “Then anchor,” he said. “But if you attempt control—” “We won’t,” Serik finished. Mara and Serik entered the ruined inner ring together. The ground was hot beneath bare feet — not temperature, but energy friction. The geometry here was misaligned, pillars cracked in asymmetric angles that distorted flow. “This wasn’t natural damage,” Tomas muttered from the outer circle. “No,” Riven confirmed quietly. “Impact patterns are directional.” External force.

He lunges again. I meet him this time. No hesitation. No distance. We collide. Force against force. His hand catches my arm again but this time I don’t let him control it. The metal responds instantly. Wrapping. Binding. Snapping around his wrist like a living thing. He reacts fast—twisting, breaking part of it—but not all. I push forward. The ground cracks again beneath us. A shockwave ripples outward. Dust. Debris. Air splitting under pressure.