Rdr2 How To Block Punches Novels & Stories

Guard one throws the first punch and I dodge it "Agh come on if you're gonna hire hitmen to take me out mi amore you should have hired people that are worth your money" Guard one tries to punch me again but this time I grab his fist twisting his arm until I hear a snap. He drops down to the floor groaning out in pain, I got distracted making Guard 2 kick me on my back stumbling to the floor I fall face flat I decide to stay down just to buy myself time. He walks up towards me and he crotches on one knee

I was able to safely get the knife out of his hands. “Let’s see what you are made of,” he snarls, walking back toward me. He grabs my hand unexpectedly and tries to punch me. I block it by lifting the arm he grabbed upwards, blocking the punch. I use my other arm to punch him on his chin, but he sees it coming and blocks it. He swings his right arm at me, I use my left hand to block. He swings his left arm; I block it with my right arm. We engage in a 360 defense. I decide to break it by taking a little step back and coming forward with a strong kick to his right ribs. I repeat the same kick to his left rib and punch his face before taking a step back. He stumbles backwards, spitting blood o

I aim a punch towards his jaw, but he effortlessly blocks it, his movements fluid and precise. Undeterred, I shift my focus, targeting his ribs with another strike. However, he anticipates my move, seizing my arm and swiftly maneuvering me to the ground. As I tumble, my leg swings out instinctively, aiming for his face, yet he intercepts it with his arm, blocking the blow.

He gave me a curt nod, which I returned, and then started throwing punches. The first few he threw, I blocked easily. It was after the fourth block that he seemed to realize he wasn’t going hard enough at me and picked up his force. He threw two smaller jabs then sailed his fist towards my shoulder. I wasn’t quick enough to block it so I absorbed all of it with a grunt. But I didn’t fall down. I blinked and looked up at Maximus. His lips were set in a hard, unreadable line. Then, he nodded.

His eyes searched the shadows. He heard loud footsteps coming from behind. Two men ran out of the dark. One threw a punch. Raymond ducked. The punch missed his face by inches. Raymond slammed his elbow into the man's ribs. The attacker groaned, stumbling back. The second man grabbed Raymond from behind, wrapping his arms around his chest. Raymond struggled, twisting his body hard. He stomped on the man's foot. The grip loosened. Raymond spun and punched him across the face. Pain shot through Raymond's ribs. The first attacker was back, landing a hard punch. Raymond gasped, staggering backward.

And I knew it immediately after I had launched it. "Too slow" Damien noted as he ducked under my punch. He grabbed my arm and twisted it. "Rule number two, never underestimate or look down on your opponent. They could strike when you least expect it" I struggled, squeezed, and wriggled free from his grip. I punched again. He ducked. I kicked. He blocked my kick with one hand and threw a fist at me with the other hand. I bent backward, making Damien's fist slap into my shoulders.

We go back and forth like this; I feel like I’m close to giving up with all the jabs at my sides. Fuck, these ribs will take forever to heal. Time is running out, and I know that I had to move fast because the more I block and punch him, the angrier he seems to get. This has to end, I have to pull a rabbit out of a fucking hat, or I’m dead in the next few minutes! Taking a breath that burns like the pits of Raerin’s rivers, I leap forward, but Creed grabs me around the waist, his grip like iron as he wrenches me off balance and slams me to the ground.

I ball up my hand and he shakes his head. “Give me a thumbs up.” He waits as I do what I’m told. “Now wrap your thumb around the outside.” He grabs my newly formed fist, “If you punch someone with your thumb on the inside, you will break it. And while you can’t heal, I would prefer it if we don’t have any more hospital trips.” After watching me hit a punch bag a few times, Alpha Dane tells me that maybe it’s better to teach me how to block attacks first. I would have been more frustrated if I hadn’t agreed. The punch bag had barely moved.

The man falls dead with a grunt, making Waltman and Lynch gasp. Using his momentum, Waltman rushes toward me and manages to disarm me. Dodging his hit, I punch him in the stomach and elbow him in the face. While Waltman and I are fighting, Lynch reaches for my gun and aims it at me. Seeing that she’s about to shoot, I push Waltman in front of me and use his body to block the hit. Waltman cries out as the bullet cuts through his chest and tries to duck, but I twist his arm back and keep him in place.

With a calm demeanor, Master Eamon raised his arm, effortlessly blocking the punch as if it were nothing more than a mere inconvenience. Unyielding, Danial didn't allow himself to dwell on the initial setback. Without giving Master Eamon a chance to react, he lunged forward once again, throwing another powerful punch. This time, Master Eamon calmly raised his arm, blocking the punch with the same ease as before.