Rimuru Vs Clayman Novels & Stories

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

'It looks like a sneak attack is my only option now,' thought the man in armor. Then, he clenched his jaw and said, "Come on, show me what you've got." He turned into a flash of white light and attacked Wilbur again. Wilbur faced him head-on once more and their spears formed an azure storm and a white storm again. However, the man in the white storm created a clone at that moment. The clone was faster than the man in armor, and he quickly went behind Wilbur to stab him in the back.

Clary cracks his neck and muscles “bring it on tampon! I’m going to have you bleeding like a little bitch” “I want a match in human form not wolf form I hope you are both equally trained in combat good luck may the best man win” Just like that I step out the circle both men are standing in front of the other in a fighting stance both sizing the other up anticipating the others first move until like thunder they both run at each other with a loud clash.

The animosity she had for Claw seeped through her narrowed eyes like fiery slits of fury. I jerked my head towards my car, but Gia refused to budge. Claw chuckled, matching my strides as we sized each other up for a deathmatch. The key was to maintain eye contact and study my opponent's weaknesses. Claw's left foot was heavy, resting a considerable amount of weight onto one side. He was too damn predictable, lunging forward in a sudden strike. I dodged his blow with nimble steps, letting my reflexes do all the work. As much as Claw could pack a solid punch, it was no match for Ricochet's training. Even rookie cage fighters don't make mistakes like this. It was way too easy. I blocked another

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

“Starting with him.” Damian raised his pistol. The clone raised its own, identical model. They fired at the same time. Both missed, deliberately. Testing. Then the real fight began. They moved like mirrors, same stance, same speed, same ferocity. Fist to fist. Knife to knife. The clone was stronger, faster, enhanced. It landed a brutal blow to Damian’s healing shoulder. Damian answered with an elbow to the clone’s jaw. I circled, pistol ready, waiting for a clear shot that wouldn’t hit Damian.

The difference between the blood battle and the younger generation competition was that, between the competing packs you are free to pick your opponent and refusing was seen as a sort of embarrassment. The man representing the Golden claw man was tall and slim. Also wearing a glass with golden rims. 'is that a kind of symbol or something?' Elsa thought to herself. His opponent was his complete opposite. Huge, broad and also not that tall. Collin took of his glasses, neatly seating it on his chair before walking into the fighting arena. He could recognize his opponent with a glance. Named Rock a very big character in the Vermillion peek pack.

Besides, being a member of White Clan, he was bound to stay ahead of others. Although the scale of dominance was tipped towards Adam, Alan wasn't weak either. This matchup brought vigorous tension. Both of them were quite talented. However, this match will decide who is better. They pulled out their weapons, and the arena fell ghost-silent. One had a pair of gray metallic daggers, where one had a double-edge sword with a dense black hilt. They all stopped blinking. No one wanted to miss a second. The sound of the buzzer proliferated, and both of them vanished from their spot. The sparks of clash fluttered inside the arena. Followed by dense shock waves.

“Ah, no wonder he was acting like that! It’s him, Theobold Sun from the Feather Peak.” “I heard that he only recently joined The Boundless Academy but has already made a name for himself. See that initiate over there? His name is Clay Lee and he’s famous for his punch attacks, but he’s still no match to Theobold who could defeat him in less than a hundred moves.” “Yeah, Clay’s punch is quite powerful. It’s a shame he’s less powerful as compared to Theobold. Rumor has it that Theobold had a talent of ten light beams! Not to mention the martial art skill he’s cultivating right now is Immovable Might!”

My emotions churned as uncertainty gripped me. Mirage reached me and casually opened the door that I had been unconsciously reaching for. My attention shifted to the mysterious guy, studying him as he strolled past. He possessed an athlete's tall and well-built physique, suggesting recent dedication to fitness. His sandy brown hair seemed artificially colored, cut close to his head. A sharp jawline framed his gray eyes, and he wore a white shirt that complemented his olive-tanned skin, paired with brown pants and sneakers. With one hand in his pocket and the other holding a phone, he showed indifference. I mean, 'hello! A human is standing before you,' I was tempted to scream in his face. "V