Piccolo Fighting Stance Novels & Stories

I giggled. “What else can you do?” I looked around and pointed to a set of knives hanging by the fighting mat. “I know how to defend myself using these.” I took a knife from the collection and I walked over to the fighting mat. I taunted Primo and he chuckled. He walked over to the other side of the mat and I went into a fighting stance. He was just standing there without a weapon. “Aren’t you going to get your own knife?” He shook his head. “I’ll have yours.” I raised my eyebrow. I’m not giving him this knife without a fight. I held my stance for a few seconds then I lunged at him. He was fast, but I managed to dodge him.

“Now I’ve told you boys. Not in my house.” “Come on big guy.” Marcus took a fighting stance. His right leg in front of his left, crouching and looking good with hand and body movements too. Looked like he’d been practicing. Learnt a lot from the last time they brawled. “Come on, hit me. Come on you little pus—”

I collect his clothes before climbing onto his back. Instead of going to the waterfall, we run deep into the woods to the area we train. It's a small open area where the trees had been cut down years prior. As a result, the stumps are at different heights, making them perfect for practising high and low kicks, punches, and other moves. Micah shifts into his human form. I pass him his clothes and begin practising my punching moves on the stumps as he dresses. My movements are swift and elegant. I now move on to high kicks and spins. I fall back but land softly to roll and jump back on my feet in a fighting stance.

I swiftly pulled the gloves over my hands. "Alright, now give me your strongest punch. Don't hold back," Renin instructed, assuming a fighting stance with both feet firmly planted. Rolling my shoulders back, I drew my right arm back and then threw a punch at the punching pad on Renin's left hand. An unseen force pushed Renin back slightly, causing his feet to slide a few inches. He quickly regained his footing and returned to his original position.

He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore…, scratch that, he couldn't. "Don't you dare..." He raised a shaky hand, pointing a trembling finger at Diablo. "Don't you dare call me that, Diablo! I'm a.... I'm a..." He stammered. "I'm a grown man and you… You have no right to refer to me as a child!" Diablo’s smile didn't falter. "Well, uh... okay, as you wish, Piccolo." He let the hated nickname hang in the air for a moment longer, savoring it.

As the battle reached its peak, both fighters were determined to end it quickly. "Rise!" Aiko bellowed, shrouding himself in golden light. Alexander's punch landed with a dull thud, sending a tingle through his arm. Aiko anchored himself firmly, fortifying his muscles to assume the Immovable Body stance, embodying the steadfastness of stone. He announced, confident in his strongest defense. "You can't breach my impregnable defense." "How would I know if I don't try?" Alexander replied, retrieving the stick. He used it to perform the Flowering Strike Technique, Mountain Shatter, enveloping himself in sword energy and thrusting at Aiko.

Now he was standing in his shorts with his hands wrapped. I noticed that his opponent was a man of similar stature as I looked at the man. His stance was heavy. I could tell that he had a cracked rib because of the way he was moving but he was fast. I did wish he would land a punch on Rocco. That would be very funny to watch. "Are you alone, darling?" a croaky voice said from beside me. My fingers grazed the knife in my pocket, ready to strike out. I looked at a short man who was talking to Rocco's girlfriend. He grinned, baring his ugly teeth at her. She was clearly uncomfortable.

I tore my lips from his and threw my head back. “Jarren!” My body began to tremble on top of him. “That’s it, baby. Come on. Give it to me.” I collapsed on his chest, and he rubbed my back. He kissed my forehead before whispering in my ear. “You okay, Piccolo?” I nodded. “I wanna try something different.” I raised my head and looked at him. “Try what?” “I’ll show you.” He lifted me off of him gently and slid me onto his knees. He pulled me up so I was on all fours, and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

he chuckles, "Looks like I'll get a good sparring session today after all." Theo swings his fist, but I duck down to dodge him. I sweep his legs, causing him to fall flat on his back. I stand above him, trying not to laugh but failing because of his surprise. "Your stance is weak. I can see why Cole is stronger than you now," I tease, extending my hand to help him up. His expression turns sour and then serious. He grabs and pulls my hand toward him, flipping me over, so now I'm on my back. I quickly get back to my feet and back in my fighting stance when I notice he's adjusted his.

Each and every single man are in pairs and are currently trying to take the other man down. Zannicus, Seth, Ronan, Nic, Gabe, Isaac and myself are walking around, monitoring our men's progress when a voice caused us to stop. ______ ZANNICUS: I don't even know what kind of expression I'm wearing on my face right now. I stood with my arms crossed, watching as the men fought. Though, I think I'm being too generous. They looked like children trying catch a butterfly or swatting a mosquito. Maybe I could consider it like ballet. Only, they are performing with lesser grace and too much ferocity. Yes. It is more fitting.