Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

She was going to murder him! Just when it seemed like she would tackle him with all her weight, John suddenly dodged to the side and vanished behind the door. Sherry tackled nothing but the air, her body continued to swing forward due to the momentum. She was going to crash hard against the floor. Moments before she crashed against the floor, she felt someone pulling her back and saving her from a fall. She was yanked backward by this opposing force and swung into John’s chest with a loud ‘thump’.

No one mocked her for it. Ashar raised the pressure another degree. This time, the floor beneath Mae’s feet shifted, not visibly, but in orientation. She felt gravity hesitate, re-evaluate, and then settle in a slightly different direction. “The room just compensated,” Riven said from above. “That isn’t defense. That’s adaptation.” Sethis swore under his breath.

I aimed it downward. Through the second layer. Through the first below that. Through the next. Down toward the Threshold boundary and the concentrated pressure point that Mara's surface readings had identified. The power moved like a river finding a channel. Silvermoon quality giving it direction. Dante's force giving it volume. The bond between us carrying both without distinction. It hit the concentration point. I felt the impact at the third layer the way you feel a distant concussion. Not loud. Not sharp. Just present. Real. Something happening at a significant distance that registered as pressure change in the air around us.

Furthermore, he had consumed the Savagery Pill to momentarily boost his attainment to level six supreme saint. However, Shyam's thought processes were halted abruptly as Severin's sword light collided forcefully with the bronze shield. A deafening roar was unleashed, and a violent shockwave swept through the place like a hurricane. Shyam shielded himself, but the pressure was mounting due to his position at the epicenter. It was as if a mountain was bearing down on his chest, stifling his breathing. The solid defense afforded by the shield spared Shyam from serious injury. Though he suffered only minor scratches, he was propelled more than thirty feet away.

(≧ω≦) Using his power, Levi took hold of the hot toast that the little kitten had dropped, and made it float onto Noah’s plate. For Enforces, making things float was relatively simple. Just add a force equal to gravity but in the opposite direction and voila. The process was the same if they wanted to move something – just apply the appropriate amount of force in the right direction.

The momentum of the attack turned against him, his body propelled with a merciless force. With a bone-jarring impact, Fester collided against a tree, the force of the impact sending shockwaves of agony through his frame. The air was torn from his lungs as his back slammed against the unyielding bark, a symphony of pain erupting throughout his body. His voice, now a strained and anguished cry, reverberated through the clearing, a testament to the brutality of the collision.

It charges. I move left — not retreating, sidestepping — let the boar's momentum carry it past me, and drive my elbow down onto the back of its neck at the point where the stone-hide ends and the softer junction begins. The impact travels up my arm, through the Iron River Scripture's pathways, absorbed and redistributed rather than absorbed and damaged. The boar stumbles, shakes its head, and turns. Three more are incoming. I am, briefly, running on pure instinct, and the instinct is: don't stop moving.

Merry was visibly agitated, her robot roaring incessantly, attacking with the robotic arms wildly, as if she wanted to tear Carl to pieces. Nicole looked at what had happened and frowned. The sudden doubling of strength was amazing, but she had a bad feeling when she looked at the battle scene. Elijah also opened his eyes and stared at Merry and Carlisle in the ring. Pando gradually lost ground under the ferocious attack of the opponent's sharp claws, and its rolling speed gradually decreased. Pando had a relatively small mass; it looked much weaker after losing its kinetic momentum.

Her movements were fluid and precise, a mesmerizing display of skill and strength. With one decisive strike, Elysia's power collided with the antagonist's, creating a blinding burst of light that enveloped the battlefield. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, shaking the very foundations of the realm.

Nothing makes sense to her and all she could think about is her inevitable doom. The rapid increase of Mauve’s unstable emotion made everything float and move in circular motion just like a tornado. Sephie and Nicholas run to the corner of the room and thightly hold on to each other as they keep balance avoiding being sucked into the strong force. Mauve is hysterically sobbing, unable to notice what she just made.