Rob Slap Battles Novels & Stories

She glares at me, and I know I usually back down and give in, but I can't, which I know is going to make her worse. “I won’t be bullied into rejecting her,” I reply, watching her eyes widen. Yeah, now I pissed her off. I watch her hand swing, and she slaps me. Well, that just happened again. “Hey!” Storm is now standing with Asher and Orion. This is getting out of hand. “Don’t touch him again.” “Storm, it’s fine,” I smile at her. I know Rose will start on her if she gets involved.

Scoffing, I blankly replied knowing it would anger her more, “they’ll know it soon about the fakeness you have within you.” Suddenly my head was whipped to the other side with an aggressive force. The erratic heartbeat ringing within my ears as I slowly gazed back at her with hot blurry eyes. “How dare you speak to me like that.” She gritted out in disgust. She had slapped me. “This makes you a fucking bitch.” I hissed venomously. The patience I had within myself was breaking apart. Backhanding me again on the very same spot, she digged her sharp nails in my skin and pushed me roughly towards the wall. My head collided with the nail that was protruding out.

At the exact same time, Nicole sprinted from behind, claws out, aiming straight for Robin's long dark hair to yank her backward. A synchronized attack from both sides. Robin didn't even blink. Her combat senses, sharpened in the life-and-death trenches of the northern borderlands, perceived their frantic movements in slow motion. As Nicole lunged within striking distance, Robin pivoted on the ball of her right foot. Her movement was blindingly fast, like a whip cracking through thin air. SLAP! Robin delivered an explosive, open-palm strike straight across Nicole's left cheek. The raw kinetic power echoed through the grand foyer like a gunshot. The sheer force lifted Nicole completely off her

I shrugged slightly and he immediately lunged forward, fist landing in the middle of the pads that lead to me wincing silently but he went on, delivering more and more punches to the pads with no gaps in between. This was the thing about him, 'Tiger Jae' or so his fans called him, had ferocity in his game, not too much wrath, just a lot of challenge in his eyes and moves. Had I been the actual receiving end of this fight, I would've definitely faltered with how he intimidated people. "Whoa, that was really good Sophie," he smiled, this time the light reaching his eyes indicating that he was out of his fighting trance. Mr. Min backed away slightly out of breath and leaned in one corner while

Grandfather, I… No, and if this little piece of pond scum knocks you out of the tournament you promised to win for me, it will be a cold day in hell before I answer you when you call out ‘Grandfather’. Fine. Fine. FINE! The haze around my eyes only grows stronger as everything comes into sharp detail. “Match point. Two-zero, lead SLV National. Southern Cross, ready?” I nodded. “SLV National, ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” “Then go!” *** Rattan Reyes is a dirty fighter. He uses hooks, locks, and dirty parries to get his opponent off balance. If that’s what he wants to do, I’m going to show him something he hasn’t seen before.

"River, the copycat! Always stealing from our genius, and now you’re trying to frame him? Shameless!" "Adrian posted his data first. How dare you fake evidence to make it yours?" They humiliated me, and I swallowed it all, channeling my fury into an overnight rebuild of my robot, determined to prove myself at the competition. However, when I rolled out my new design the next day, Adrian’s robot was once again identical. I became a public joke. They jeered at me in the arena, and even threw water bottles at my feet. Still, I refused to back down. I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design…

“You’ve caused enough harm.” Sylvester’s father stepped forward, his gaze fixed on his son. “You’ve always been a disappointment, Sylvester. It’s time to put an end to your foolish rebellion.” Sylvester clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury. “This isn’t about rebellion. It’s about justice. And today, you will face the consequences of your actions.” The confrontation began with a sudden clash, the sound of metal against metal ringing through the night. Rayka and Sylvester fought side by side, their movements precise and deadly. The battlefield erupted into chaos, each side giving their all in a desperate bid for victory.

SpeedBlade: Screaming as I push myself off the ground, I jump into the air and pull back JumpStart's stun batons. Heavy Metal blocks his arm, he tries to punch me but using my speed, I run out of the way. "Oh no," I say, tapping the batons against each other. "Something is wrong. They're not working. Wait, what did my brother tell me? Something about switching and buttons." I examine the batons, but I don't see anything like switches or buttons.

“Stay here. Don’t move. This will be over shortly.” “Thank you, Luna Rebel.” He says as he crouches down to stay out of the fight. I run back and Roxie pulls the shift, ‘Let’s kick these fucker’s asses!” I haven’t been in battle in so long, but it’s like riding a bike, you never forget. I see Nyx ripping out throats and Aiden breaking backs. I jump in and slam my body into three men. These are all humans and they think they can beat us. That’s adorable.

He roared in anger, “Slap me again and I’ll make you regret it!” Smack! “Why can’t I slap you?” Smack! “See if I’ll regret this!” Smack! “Who’s regretting now, huh?” Smack, smack, SMACK! Spark started noticing that his face was becoming numb from all the slaps. It was as if he had been electric shocked. He thought that he was going to die from all this beating. So, he decided to stop being stubborn and begged for mercy. “Please Bro, please stop slapping me! I’ll admit it, I was wrong! I’m sorry, please just stop! It hurts!”