Novel Silat Novels & Stories

I kept my chin down, my guard up, my eyes locked entirely on his massive shoulders. "Good," Silas murmured, his amber eyes flashing with a fierce approval. "Now, strike me. Don't think about the magic. Don't think about Nala. Give me your raw force." With a sharp yell that echoed off the stone walls, I launched myself forward. I threw a rapid succession of jabs, my leather-wrapped knuckles striking his open palms with a heavy, rhythmic *thud-thud-thud*. Silas didn't step back; he absorbed the blows, forcing me to shift my weight, to dodge his sweeping counter-strikes, and to roll through the frozen sand when his massive forearm caught me across the shoulder.

She speaks cooly "Then I should begin the first test" She looks at Parthib, who gazes at her sadly near the doorstep and smirks spinning the handle of her sword just with her fingers. Everyone stares at her fragile fingers astonished. 'How could those thin fingers be strong enough to even lift that huge sword?! And she is spinning it as if spinning some bamboo stick! Did she learn 'Silambam' before?! Because I have only seen the Masters of Silambam art spinning the sticks this skillfully!' (Silambam is a weapon-based martial art that originated in modern Tamil Nadu. It's basically using a Bamboo stick as your weapon!)

It felt more natural than anything else and Silat was deadly if applied correctly. Frank lifted his arms and started circling me. My hands were hanging loosely next to my sides as Frank came for me. I grabbed his arm on the second division and twisted his arm behind his back. I stepped forward with my foot and pushed his foot toward me. He lost his balance and landed on his back.