Piccolo Fighting Stance Novels & Stories

Colter asked with worry in his voice. “Please, Prince Colter.” The youth replied, his tone adamant and willing. The other trainees watched closely, curious about the full power of the younger prince of their kingdom. Colter put himself in a unique combat stance, he lowered his right arm and cocked his fist back with his elbow jutting out, his left hand was raised at eye-level and he smirked. “Here I come then.”

He effortlessly moves to in fighter pose, arms in tight, light on his toes and head tucked. For someone who specializes in mixed combat, Arrick has the stance of a boxer down to a fine art. He almost dances on his feet as instinct kicks in and he goes all into trained mode, flexing his shoulders and grinning like a cheeky, cocky ass, who has as undefeated record.

"Do you want to learn how to fight?" I was intrigued by the idea, so I nodded my head. "Okay, sure." I walked towards the platform, where Carson stood. "I'm going to show you a few tricks, but first, let me see your fighting stance." He said. I didn't have a fighting stance, so I tried to do what I see people do on television. I spread my foot apart and put both of my hands up in a tight fist. Carson lifted his eyebrows at me and chuckled. "That's your fighting stance?" I nodded at him and he burst into laughter. "Really? You look like you're sitting on a bike. Your feet are on the same level and also they are too far apart."

“Let the best fighter win.” I take my stance the moment the whistle is blown. Feet slightly apart with my left foot which is my non-dominant food ahead while my right foot stays behind. My torso is hardened. I curl my hands into a fist and raise them in front of my face. My right hand behind while my left hand stays ahead. Lois had taken the same stance, but unlike me who is on one spot, she's jumping around with a smug smile on her face. Meanwhile the crowd has gone erratic.

“My… stance?” The corner of his mouth twitched and I couldn't tell if it was in annoyance or amusement. “Like this,” he said and dropped into a fighter’s crouch, feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, fists raised. He moved with the casual grace of someone who had done this a thousand times. I tried to copy him, but my balance shook almost immediately. Laughter rippled from the group around us. My cheeks burned in embarrassment but I forced myself to stay in position.

I asked, turning my attention back on the big guy as I delivered my question. He cocked his head to the side as he answered. "He'll be ready to compete for real. Now quit yapping and fix your gum shields. Now's your chance to show me what you've got. I want to see a strong fighting stance from all of you, or else you'll suffer one hundred push-ups on your knuckles, and that's just for starters," he warned, staring us all down.

I use his words against him still with my back turned. “She was. Until she wasn’t. But that’s not what we’re here for. I want to feed on you Piccolo. And i want you to enjoy it.” My brows shoot up and i turn to him. But he’s not looking at me. His eyes are closed and his arms are spread leaning against the far edge of the Jacuzzi. It’s been so long since i last experienced his fangs on me without it feeling anything but painful. Is this his method of trying to catch me offguard and get into my head? And why isn’t he showing any signs of being angry that i wanted to sleep with his brother?

Let's just say she isn't the kind of person you want to cross. Sienna wears a mini skirt so short it might as well have been a belt and a tube top that defied the laws of physics. Her perfectly styled dark waves frames her smug expression as she whispered something to Nico, her sharp gaze flicking to me with the kind of disdain that make me want to crawl back into the bathroom stall. I tried to sidestep, praying he will not notice me, but of course, that is a wishful thinking. "Piccolo," Massimo drawled, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist.

The Pricolici, during the fight, had pushed itself from its resting spot and watched as I obliterated its traveling companions. This Pricolici was at least twice my size, probably larger. I grounded myself, waiting for it to make the first move, which it did, but I was prepared. The Strigoi blood was more than enough to fully restore my power and I avoided its powerful jaws easily. I threw myself shoulder first into its side, causing it to stumble, giving me enough time to sink my teeth into the underside of its neck.

It's like Uno flipped and flew right into Rico after hearing his lewd suggestion. "Uno!" I gasp as I watch him punch Rico's face. Rico's face began to bleed but his smiles were still there and it trigger Uno more. The class is panicking om choosing who will stop the fight. "How about me as a top , huh? You like that?" Uno gripped Rico's bowtie and mercilessly throws punch at him while he is sitting on top of Rico. I stand up and tried to stop him from charging against Rico but at this moment he is unstoppable.