Rouge X Knuckles Novels & Stories

It's a special method to defeat someone much stronger than you, of course, I didn't want Adam to win. "This is all part of your training, this was just a warm-up. We just brushed through whatever you already know. Now give me two cross punch, doge then up, hook and sidekick. Right 15 then left 15. Got it? "He can clearly see my knuckles are all bruised and bloody, yet he's still torturing me. Jerk Aft finishing the right side, the harder part came. Now I have to do it all over again just on the left, Ughhhhhh whyyyyyyyyy

The palm was broad, the fingers long and powerful. But it was the knuckles that told the story. They were thick, calloused, and bore the faint, white jagged lines of old scar tissue, the kind of scarring earned not from kitchen work, but from the repeated, violent impact of bone against bone. "Look at the radial bone," Julian whispered, pointing at the screen. "Look at the grip strength required to hold those shears at that specific angle. That is a masculine hand. More specifically, it is a hand that has been trained to kill."

Once I stepped inside the door behind me closed. It was a large room with gym equipment all over the room but no one was there aside from one man standing in front of a metal table. Knox’s hair fell over his face and his skin was damp. I noticed the blood around his knuckles as he tried to cover them up with a white tap. “How long have you been here?” I asked. Knox had a massive tattoo of a wolf on his upper back and a paw print on the curve of his back. His muscles were strong and ripped. He turned around and faced me.

Blood run down my nose I quickly perform a swipe kick knocking her off her feet. I get up and perform an ax stomp. I slightly bend the knee of my left leg rooting it firmly to the ground and using the right leg to land a backward swing ax stomp, allowing the power of the strike to be concentrated on my heel while reinforcing it with shadow for more power

He starts shifting, when another Rogue grabs a leg and tears it from his body in one quick motion. “STOP!” “We kill him.” “I need to know where my uncle is first. I promised my father.” “I can show you.” The female Rogue’s voice is in my head, “But you will need to shift.” Knox was still screaming on the ground. “Shut him up.” A Rogue slams their fist into Knox’s mouth, making his head bounce on the tarmac. Deep red pooled under his head, he wasn’t dead, but at least he was quiet. The female Rogue touches me and causes some sort of shock, she pulls her hand away as quickly as I do.

Thumb on the shoulder rune, dragging slow. "First ink I ever touched. You were pinned under me in the dirt, calling me things that would make Reena blush." "You deserved every one." "This one." Knuckles down the line of script along his ribs, and the muscle jumps under it. "Gym office. You hissed at me like a cat and then leaned in." "Revisionist." I trace one that runs across his chest with two fingers, slow, following the line where it hooks over his collarbone, and watch his face in the mirror while I do it.

I wouldn't be surprised if several of the bones in my knuckles are cracked. Nino circled me. "You're good but you seem a bit rusty." Understatement. I am rusty. "Your kicks are strong," he assessed. "But you need to gain more muscle in your arms. You punched me a while ago and it tickled." "My punches don't tickle," I defended. "They tickle, Dylan and I almost heard it squeak too, like a rubber duck." My teeth clicked in annoyance. I'll show you.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

And, just as before, Ryu nodded, insisting on being honest. "I... I slapped her," Endo stammered in fear. "Knuckle." Kenji extended his hand, and one of the men stepped forward, producing a brass knuckle from his jacket. It was a weapon worn on the hand, made of iron, about a handspan long, with four holes for the fingers. Kenji slid the weapon onto his right hand, ensuring that all four fingers, except for the thumb, fit into the holes, and tightly clenched his fist.

Then Knuckles lunged. “No—!”