Rob Slap Battles Novels & Stories

With a high pitched voice, Sloane goes, “I fucked your boss and sucked his di— Ah! Fuck!” “This bitch!” The friend yells too, just before I come up behind them and drag her off. Her swing hits the air instead of Reina’s face she targeted, but Sloane and Reina are already in a lock, fighting each other. James storms towards us from the other side and manages to drag Reina off Sloane, shielding her from any more hits.

What? Bobby felt bitter, but he pleaded, "Brother Fred… let's not do this..." "Do you have a death wish?" Fred kicked Bobby. "How dare you bargain with me?" Then, Fred raised his hand to slap Bobby's head. Bobby quickly shrank back and covered his head with his hands. Slap! Fred's slap did not manage to hit Bobby's head. Instead, a hand gripped his arm back firmly. It was Darryl! "Take your foot off and clean my chair," Darryl said coldly in an unwavering tone.

I’d have to admit, but the fights got my heart racing with a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. “Come on! Take him down!” Ev was yelling, voice rising above the crowd. Knock Out grabbed Slasher by the back of the neck, pulled him into a brutal knee to the gut that probably knocked the wind out of him. Slasher choked and folded forward with a punch. It happened so quickly but, with one strike, Knock out swung his fist into a nice hook and then Slasher dropped, blood spattering from his mouth in a mist that caught the light. ‘Damn!” I exclaimed.

Andrew slammed forward with both palms, each strike carrying crushing force. Clanking sounds echoed, as if he were striking solid steel. Pablo puffed out his chest and took every hit head-on without retreating. Andrew pulled back and stepped away twice. However, the opponent reacted instantly, reaching out and forcing Andrew to duck and spin. Suddenly, Andrew's right leg snapped upward, and his knee smashed forward. Pablo staggered back three steps in a row. Each step cracked the ground beneath him, leaving several deep craters behind.

Robert stumbled back, his head turned from the impact, one hand instinctively flying to his face. For a moment, the room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes dark and dangerous. His veins bulged against his temples, his body trembling with restrained fury. “You don’t have any right to slap me,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “And you don’t have any right to call me a slut!” Sky shot back, her voice unwavering. She took a step closer, her gaze locked onto his. “It’s your mother who’s the slut.”

~Rock~ ~Paper~ ~Scissors~ ~SLAP~ "Shit, Shit, Shit .... its hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. How is this a game, he is definitely cheating... This is nuts, fuck! I can't back off now." After the second slap, the pain was so unbearable that it made Ryan's head hurt. He could clearly feel the blood flow on the left side of his face. His temples hurt like hell. The fact that there were three more slaps left, Ryan's breath became harsh, his eyes became teary.

“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.

“Kabaam!” The slap was not just powerful. Its speed was like a fleeting comet, creating a loud explosion in the air as it moved. With an intimidating and destructive force, the slap went straight for Albert. The gale assaulted Albert in the face, messing up his long hair that he had just tied up. “Kapoof!” He had no choice but to raise both fists and throw punches at the incoming slap. “Bang!” Their fists collided forcefully, producing a dull thud of flesh and bone crashing together, sending thrills and exhilaration through the audience’s hearts.

“Lion’s all yours.” I nodded. “Don’t get stung.” She flashed a grim smile. “Try not to get eaten.” “Sure!” I said dryly. We split in opposite directions. Leo lunged first. The sand exploded beneath his paws as he swiped at me, his claws blazing. I barely rolled aside, heat licking across my shoulder. “You’re too slow for me, Manolya,” he taunted. I came up on one knee and swung my blade, steel meeting fire with a shriek. The impact rattled my arms.