Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

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.

Xain clenched his fist and swung at James. His fist contained great force, seemingly wanting to crush everything in its path. James was caught up in his thoughts and was slightly careless. The powerful fist slammed into his body. His body was injured, and he was sent flying into the distance. After being blasted for about thousands of meters, the force finally dissipated. At that moment, James could sense some cracks on his body’s surface as if it was a piece of glass that was shattered with countless tiny cracks, which would fall apart when touched.

The impact was seconds away. Now! Just as the soles of her bare feet made contact with the jagged top of the granite pillar, Mwajuma shifted the density of the earth. She didn't stop the stone; she fundamentally changed its nature. The solid, unyielding granite liquefied instantly, turning into a deep, thick pool of soft red clay. She slammed into the top of the pillar. The clay acted as a massive, earthen shock-absorber. She sank deep into the mud, the kinetic energy of her terminal velocity rippling outward in a massive shockwave that blew the leaves off the surrounding canopy trees for a hundred yards.

How was this possible? How could it be like this? Master Gu couldn't believe it, but the sharp pain in his five internal organs kept telling him that these were all real. Yes, Samuel was forced back half a step. But that was because of the huge inertia brought by this guy's rushing from a distance, so that Samuel, who was still, would naturally be knocked back. But it didn't mean that he lost. It was like a motorcycle hitting a car on the roadside, and the car would naturally be knocked back by inertia. But did this mean that the motorcycle had won?

Arin moved backward and I caught her arm before the motion had moved her to the edge of something that did not have a safe edge, and the catching was the automatic response of someone whose attention had been distributed correctly through the space. The ground's shaking came again, and this time the amplitude of it was greater and the duration of it was longer, and the flat central slab that held the dark stain of what had happened on its surface cracked along a line that was not random, following the path of least resistance through the stone in the specific way of cracks that have been anticipated by the thing producing them, cracks that are not the unintended consequence of force applied

The air changed again. But this time Keisha felt it before the room reacted. A shift in pressure behind her left shoulder. Not impact yet. Prediction of impact. Her body moved instinctively— Not fast enough. A sharp pulse of force hit the space just beside her. Not her body directly. The environment around her. The wall to her left snapped inward with a dull, controlled crack—like something had pressed it from the inside out and released it instantly. Keisha stumbled back on instinct.