روايات وقصص ضمن Naruto Fighting Stance

I feel the energy rippling off him, his massive frame tensing as if he’s moments from pouncing. But I don’t flinch. I dig my heels into the earth, bracing myself. My heart beats wildly, but my mind is clear. There’s no room for hesitation, no room for fear. When he shows no sign of backing down, when his muscles coil, I don’t wait. I throw my weight into a shove, using every ounce of strength I have to push him off me. His massive body stumbles back just enough to give me space, and I’m on my feet in an instant, fists clenched, my legs in a fighting stance. My senses sharpen, every part of me ready for the next move.

“That thing outside, I don’t know what it was. It smelled… wrong. I’m supposed to be a warrior, but I felt like a rabbit.” I nodded. “Fear is normal. Bravery is feeling fear and acting anyway.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll teach you how to stand your ground.” His eyes widened. “I’d like that.” I held out my hand. “Then hold on.” I stood, leading Joren to the training yard. “Let’s practice a different stance,” I said. I lifted my staff horizontally, arms soft but steady. “This is the tree stance, roots in your feet, branches protecting you.” I shifted my weight. “Try it.”

I know it instantly, I bit off more than I can chew. But I do not let it show. I straighten, forcing my shoulders back, planting my feet firmly into the ground. I raise my hands, settling into a fighting stance I have practiced a thousand times, even as my pulse roars in my ears. I meet his gaze head on. I will not give him fear. I will not give him hesitation. If he thinks I am an easy obstacle between him and the forest, he is about to learn just how wrong he is. My jaw tightens.

SCARLETT Later that day. 4:00pm “First rule in fighting is to keep your guards up” Callum said firmly, standing behind me, his hot breath fanning my neck as he helped me position my hands. He slowly let go of me and came to stand in front of me raising his hands into position, his elbows tucked and his fists near his face. “Like this,” he muttered. “Protect your head and keep your stance solid. Come on, let’s see it.” He said, I nodded firmly as I mimicked his arms placement, my fists were slightly uneven. He chuckled lightly as he stepped closer again, gently adjusting my elbows and tilting my chin downward.

More than half of his men had already been slaughtered by the Ninjas. On getting to the loft, he froze in shock when he saw an even larger number of Ninjas than the one they had seen downstairs. Their narrowed eyes shone with death as they glared at him, their legs widened in a power stance, and glinting swords held high, ready to behead anyone, not a Ninja or Antonio.

With the image of how flawlessly Narek swings his staff and moves accordingly without hitting himself in the process, I began to mimic his exact steps swirling the stick and moving forward while imagining hitting some unseen beings. "That's not the right way to hold that Nyx" Narek's voice disrupted my moves and I ended up tripping. I fell face flat on the floor and groaned in frustration. Narek only chuckled and moved towards the stack to pick up his stick. I got up from the floor with a frown and dusted my clothes while sending him glares. "Watch me" he stated and held his staff in the correct position, "this is the right way to hold your staff or any item you are fighting with.

She half-yelled, gaining a chuckle from Blaze, who covered it up with her palm over her mouth. "Not minding this experience. You have learnt how to throw good punches and quite good kicks." She applauded her and Stacy stayed back resting on the bare ground. Some sand was already in her hair, glued to her arms too. Blaze walked to her, towering over her. "Get up, Missy." She ordered, reaching out her hand to hers. Stacy raised her half-lidded eyes, battling with the rising sun. She got up and moved her arms up for a defensive pose. From the look of her stance, she appeared weak already. Blaze came closer and she moved backwards. "Wait!" She ordered and bent to her weak knees and adjusted them

I gulped and widened my stance. If these men think I'm going down without a fight, they've got another thing coming. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the one that had blown something on my friends and took a fighting stance. Bring it on, motherfucker.

I smiled back and nodded. “What are you talking about?” “Let’s fight!” I announced as I took off my shirt and kicked off my boots. I stood before her in my fighting stance while she stood there checking me out. I smirked at her, and she shook her head and looked away. “Baby, you can ogle me all you want later, right now, we are fighting!” I saw her sigh and shake her head. Removing her jacket and kicking her shoes off, she stretched her neck and shoulders as she took her place before me. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before opening them and stepping into the center.

I dropped below her hand, anticipating the knee that flung toward my face. I managed to slap both hands on her knee and push backward using her own momentum to slide away. Her skin was hot against my palms. Enough that I hissed and drew my hands up. They were red, but not burnt. So painful, but not enough to actually burn me, as long as I didn't touch her for longer than absolutely necessary. Which meant no grappling. Quick hits and back out. I could do that. My body dropped low, automatically moving into the stance my father drilled into my head. Legs shoulder width apart, knees bent, weight on the balls of my feet. The easiest way to move when fighting.