Oliver Fight Bg3 Novels & Stories

"Woah, a real fight!" "It won't be a real one, unfortunately." Oliver tried to maintain the fairy-tale mood the boy was in and not to ruin entirely the expectations of a magical fight "But that's only because we don't have our armor. However, we can still show you a few tricks. If your teacher agrees, of course." "But mine' s a real knife." "Doesn't matter," Oliver said and stood against Percy "Attack me." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure."

He staggered, collapsing, and the others roared, lunging at her, their claws slashing, but every wound she dealt refused to heal, their ancient power faltering. Damien fired at a cultist closing in, his bullets punching through robes, while Lucien tackled another, his teeth sinking deep. Alaric danced through the chaos, his knife a blur, and Aaron cleaved a path, his blade dripping red. They fought to reach her, their voices rising over the din. “Olivia—stop!” Damien yelled, dodging a cultist’s swing, his face tight with panic. Lucien growled, shoving past a fallen body, his eyes locked on her. “Come back—please!”

Arthur challenged. "We are on same level. If you had a tie with her then, my results will be the same... It's of no use, she is equally good as class A, not giving her a badge doesn't make any difference... I don't understand what you are trying to prove by all this." Oliver scolded him. "I want her, Oliver... And you are going to fight for me. I don't want to hear anything else." He stated stubbornly. Oliver released an annoyed sigh and went to the battle ground.

Brodi backpedaled to avoid falling into the black chasm that opened up in front of him. Leif's head jerked up at the noise and the shaking of the ground. When he did, he met Brodi's glowing eyes over Astrid's shoulder. His eyes widened in fear as Brodi's howl tore through the air calling his brothers-in-arms. The men near the tree gave an earsplitting battle cry worthy of an entire tribe of berserkers and rushed across the heaving ground. Ulfhild and Asta took the opportunity to bound over the rift that had opened the earth. With a sudden, frantic twist, Leif turned to face the looming menace at his back. Astrid's hands were still over her head, her chanting barely audible over the melee, se

The number of people that came to watch had me overwhelmed already I was having a rethink about that protective armour that Cory suggested. “Hello angel, I see you are battle ready” It was Oliver, Olivia's brother, I'm not surprised he came to watch. “My money's on you little angel, don't let me loose.” Were they really making a bet on this fight. I'm sure most of their money would be on Olivia. No one would want to waste their money on a maid that does not even have her wolf. Olivia chose to show up late, just to make an an entrance and increase my anxiety rate

It was easier to betray her people the more she did it. "Wolves don't retreat," a deep voice said. Olivia looked up and saw Xander walking toward her from the other side of the river. "Please, you have to. There are too many. They will decimate you. They have silver bullets. They won't let you get close enough to fight, they'll shoot from afar and wait until you're down before they get close. They won't fight fair," Olivia said, her voice pleading. "Your people have never fought fairly," Xander said in disdain.

With a burst of incredible speed, she broke through the watery confines, her determination unshaken. As our duel continued, I couldn’t help but admire Maeve’s strength and resilience. The battle was fierce and unrelenting, a testament to her growth and newfound power. In the end, my victory was secured by combining the forces of fire and water. I used my control over fire to create scorching flames that encircled Maeve, forcing her to a corner. Simultaneously, I summoned water to douse the flames, creating an intense steam that surrounded her. It was a tactic that left her with limited visibility and options, and I seized the opportunity to make my final move. I had formed a sharp sword of i

Di and I said incredulously. “I Talon Maximus accept your challenge, with the victor laying claim to the pack and Luna! We will fight in the ancient way,” He grit his teeth with hatred. “Lycan against Lycan!” Baron gasped fearfully and Talon bit his jaw so hard I waited to hear a crack. “Wait just a damn minute,” I said. “I am not part of any bargain between you two. I am not property and by the way, I don’t belong to anyone. Fuck both of you!” I yelled before Di started walking me to the couch to sit down.

“What does it look like? I’m preparing. Mercenaries, scouts, supplies. We’ll need them when we retrieve the Omega.” The word makes my stomach clench. Retrieve. As if Eli is an object, a misplaced heirloom to repossess. “You can’t be serious.” “Have you ever known me to joke?” “He’s with Ronan Vale. They’re mated. If you try to steal him, it’s as good as declaring war.” Father smiles, small and cruel. “It’s already war, boy. You’re just too simple to see it.” I plant my hands on the table and lean across the contracts. “You’re provoking it.”

Lucian's POV: Everything happened so fast. One minute max was fighting me for control, the next minute, a rogue wolf was breaking in the house, pouncing on Olivia. She was on the floor, passed out, the rogue on her. I saw red. I growled so loudly, the floor shook. The rogue looked back. I could see a bit of fear in its eyes before it was maxed with a sneer. Then I pounced. Jumping on his back, making him fall off Olivia's body. I dipped my talons into his side. He howled. Managing to pull me off him, he swiped his paw on my face, I could taste the blood that ran down my face.