Round 1 Fight Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

He looked ready, like he’d been aching for a fight since the moment I stepped into Black Moon territory. I tightened the wraps around my hands and stepped forward. My arm still throbbed, the mark pulsing with every beat of my heart. But I didn’t let that show. I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. Kieran stood at the edge of the ring. "First blood. No claws. No killing." Cian grinned. "Disappointing." I didn’t wait. I moved. He reacted fast, meeting me halfway. I landed the first hit—a solid jab to his ribs. He grunted, caught off guard, but recovered quickly.

I screamed as I ran towards Levy, arm drawn back to throw the first punch. Five minutes into the fight and I finally came to my senses only to realize that I’ve severely underestimated the guy standing before me. My anger was extinguished not long after the fight started, blurred by the pain from the blows I received. It didn’t take much to land hits on me since I fought him like I was fighting an immobile training dummy. My defense was little to non-existent and I was solely relying on my attacks.

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

"The M-A-T-C-H is over?" Oh...he went into shock. "That was not so fun" He spoke disappointed. -------- Soon, the second round. The semifinals started and all the Vampires standing got qualified for it. "For the second round. There should not be any use of weapons. A bare-hand fight. An arm wrestling match takes place" He is again screaming. He is thinking that Vampires will lose if it is Arm wrestling. "These are the teams"

“Why do those males by your mate smell like they’ve just lost big?” “They bet I’d beat you in the first round.” “Are they stupid?” “No. Greedy.” “But seriously, why the first round? That’s fucking nuts.” “The odds were longest. The payout was huge.” “Well, you shit the bed, my friend.” “Maybe.” “I don’t go down.” “Not in the first round.” I grant him that. Killian snorts and slams a fist into my jaw. The buzzer sounds. I spit blood onto the mat and brace myself on my knees. “You will in the third,” I say between gasps. “Friend.”

Then, they changed direction and pursued him. "How formidable. As expected, the preliminary rounds aren't that easy." As Felix sprinted, he came to a conclusion. When he hurled Lumen earlier, the power behind it was enough to kill Ethercore Realm fighters. However, it didn't even scratch the rhino demonic beasts' souls. As expected, the preliminary rounds were well thought out when they were designed. Some contestants might've been adept at souls, but that didn't mean they could crush every demonic beast they ran into.

I can’t be caught here. Caspian jumps into the center of the ring, raising his voice above the melee. “Alright everyone, You know the rules. Three rounds, best two out of three. The first round you fight as you are, the second is at half-shift, the third you must be fully shifted. No holds barred – everything goes.” Kiera’s fingers are digging into my arm, “Viviane, are you okay? You look like you’re about to start hyperventilating.”

He had upset her again, he thought, and wondered if she would speak to him in the morning when he had marked Jasper. “Okay,” Reid gestured with his fingers for Jasper to lean closer and his mate put his elbows on the table and leaned his chin onto his palms as he did so. “These are just the preliminary fights. There are several levels of combatants, and the winners enter the next level. When these are finished, there will be a break during which anyone with a grudge, or a desire to get bloody or make someone else bleed, will be able to enter a ring. Those fights are brutal,” he said with relish. “But short. Three rounds, each going for three minutes.” “You’re not fighting tonight,” Jasper sa

I looked at Kade, who was leaning against the fence watching. He just raised an eyebrow. ‘Your call.’ I rolled my shoulders. “Fine. One round each. No killing. If you land one clean hit, you win.” Cheers went up. First up was a kid named Ryn. Small, fast, desperate to prove himself. He came at me fast. I let him. Dodged, swept, and tapped his shoulder with my palm. “Hit.” He grinned, embarrassed but proud. “Again?” “Next,” I said. For the next hour, I fought.

These five warriors passed the first elimination round and are ready to challenge you. "Five combat rounds. Four minutes each for the first four opponents. The fifth round continues until submission or knockout." He paused. "You may forfeit at any time by verbal submission or by leaving the ring. Do you accept these terms?" Every instinct screamed at me to run, forfeit before I even started. To save myself the humiliation of being destroyed in front of everyone. Instead, I lifted my chin. "I accept." A ripple went through the crowd. Whispers. Some were surprised and most skeptical.