Rob Slap Battles Novels & Stories

He sounded smug and Clyde rolled his eyes at him, not accepting the hand he extended to help him up. Two more pairs and then it was Sab’s turn. She swallowed hard before stepping into the battle area. She shook her limbs and took a deep breath. She drew the name of her opponent. It happened to be a guy who’s a few months younger than her. They’ve had a few interactions in class, but that was it. She couldn’t recall seeing him in a fight. Oh, what a disadvantage. She’s sure plenty of people saw her training. They would’ve probably thought of ways already to win over her. Whatever. She sharpened her senses and focused.

They will kill you. Right. Not girls. Not humans. In seconds, Sloan did a smooth roundhouse kick. He got one in the head. She grinned. Her smile showed teeth like a shark. He decided to go for an uppercut. Sloan hit. She blocked and circled him. Sloan got in a smooth jab before she struck him. Her punch was like being hit with a Ford Taurus in the stomach. They all heard his rib crack. Sloan flew backward. Another folanto was on him. The red rope was shot a second time. Again, the fire seared his skin as the cord curled around his chest.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

'You got slapped, didn't you? 'No, I didn't.' 'I know her slap anywhere and that is one of her signature face ripping slap, your cheek has a nasty bruise, and that's good for you.' 'Just shut up, I got this bruise in a manly fight with one of the men here,' he said proudly. I snorted and rolled my fork around. 'Did you now,' I said sarcastically. 'Yes, a very manly fight with someone.' 'And how many blows did you land on that “man” you fought with?' I asked jestingly, making air quotation to exaggerate my mockery point.

I didn’t care. My claws extended. Reuben looked up just in time to see me storming toward him, face twisted and teeth bared. He didn’t flinch. But I didn’t stop. My palm struck his face with a wet, thunderous crack. The sound of the slap echoed, silencing even the murmurs. He staggered and dropped, hitting the ground with a grunt. Blood spat from his mouth. Still, I lunged at him again, clawed hands ready to rip into the very flesh of his neck—only to be grabbed from behind.

"It was my fault. I was the one who—" Everyone gasped as my hand flew to the side of my cheek. Rebecca had slapped me. "Interrupt me or anyone I am talking to again, and I'll rip your throat out." I felt rage building up inside of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I cleaned the blood that streamed down the corner of my busted lip as I flashed her a bitter smile. "Understood, Ma'am," I muttered. She took a few steps backward, turning her back to me and Lisa. "Like I said, you'll be practicing all that I have taught you—I'm talking full combat, and no holding back. I need to know everyone's strengths. So, pick a sparing partner."

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing? You’re not playing against my team.” “I know. But I'm just doing what most of the teams had been doing ever since the beginning. Decreasing competition.” He laughs manically. Svetlana brings herself up on her feet as the man docks down and passes through the laser beam. He then charges towards her, throwing a punch in her face with his left fist but she dodged it. He uses his other fist to punch her gut and she was quick enough to block it.

A smirk curves on his face. Rylan doesn’t wait. He advances with calculated precision—left jab, right hook, a spinning back kick that barely misses River’s chest. The impact of their movements echoes across the clearing. Gasps erupt from the crowd as River barely ducks in time. River retaliates with a powerful downward strike, slamming his fist into Rylan’s shoulder before sweeping his leg low. Rylan loses his balance for a split second but rolls smoothly across the platform and springs back to his feet like a predator refusing to fall.

I hate when they do that. 'My lil ho think she's all that in her leather dress and high boots?' SLAP 'My lil ho think she's gonna run the show?' SLAP 'Do you think you're better than me, bitch?' SLAP 'How 'bout I fuck that sweet lil ass for you, cunt? Huh?' SLAP SLAP The look of shock on his face when I pushed him easily off me was priceless, but the look of horror that followed when I ripped my wrists apart turned me on... badly.

How the hell am I going to continue fighting? ‘There's no way for me to fight back at all!’ He wanted to make a defensive move, but David's soft palm immediately made contact with his chest. Top combat skill: Air Crushing Slap! This immediately shattered all of the black-robed man’s internal organs. Then, David grabbed the man’s tail and returned to his original location.