Shaori Fighting Style Novels & Stories

she spat, forcing the words out from underneath my hand, glaring up at me with a defiance that had no business existing in someone I was actively strangling. That was the wrong answer. Rage went white-hot behind my eyes. My claws extended fully, and I pressed them to the bare skin of her throat — not deep enough to kill, but deep enough to promise it. A thin line of red welled up beneath them. The sound she made — half choke, half sob — was the sweetest thing I'd heard since I came to this Academy. Tears spilled down a face that was, infuriatingly, still beautiful even wrecked like this, even purpling at the edges where my fingers dug in.

The aura of a martial arts master was evident. Boom! Andrew stomped his back foot hard without any hesitation. The bluestone ground cracked instantly as he rushed toward Liam like a cannonball! The moment he saw Andrew's move, Liam was momentarily stunned. "Shattering Fist? This young lad has some insight!" Hearing Liam recognize his martial art style in one go, Andrew revealed a cold smile. Shattering Fist, representing Southern-style martial arts, originated from spiritual martial arts. The fist embodies the five elements with powerful and broad movements.

The lady anchoring the fight walked toward the fighter, and the both of them communicated with whispers. “The fighter representing Shaw is the famous Master Hu” The crowd gasped, Li Xhao's lips curled up, and craned his head towards Shaw, no wonder Shaw posed a challenge, he was housing the old bastard on his side, Li Xhao thought. Shaun became extremely frustrated after hearing the introduction, when Mama Sarah was announced, there was no clamour, rather a heated argument started. Hu exposed his face and sneered “I enjoy torturing people before killing them, since you are old, just bring your legs, and crawl out of the ring, I might change my mind about killing you”

{Not if I could help it,} Sasha thought. Now Aki was directly parallel to where he was standing; only she was sliding on her stomach feet-first to the middle bottom of the machine. Sasha executed a Zenpo Keri or forward kick, stomping with all his might while keeping his spine erect to maintain balance, which was characteristic of a Slayer’s Budo Taijutsu (martial art of distance).

“It would have ended this quickly.” Korra tightened her grip on her staff. “It ends when it ends.” The instructor raised a hand. “Spar-BEGIN!” Liora struck first. She lunged with a fierce downward slash meant to overwhelm immediately, using brute strength rather than finesse. But Korra’s body moved differently from the others. She didn’t fight with aggression; she flowed. She spun aside, her movement swift and instinctively graceful. Gasps rose around the ring. Liora snarled and struck again, faster this time, rage twisting her face.

As Jai had predicted, he was called to fight against Bara in the next battle. He had seen how Bara fights. The big guy relied heavily on his fist, being the close fighter that he is. If Jai had to compare him to make it easier, he was like a boxer with fire element mixed with a green belt karate martial artist. His style was a bit similar to karate martial artists, but there were also moves that Jai noticed were different from karate. He used fists more often and he defended like how a boxer defend themselves from their opponent's attack.

Then she shifts her strategy and fakes a left only to go right, throwing Storn completely off track. He growled happily at the challenge Izo has now presented him, and it only fuels him more. It’s reminding me of Kaia’s fighting style. She is acrobatic and strong. She is also a ruthless killer. She didn’t flinch when she stabbed that rogue in the eye or ripped the throat from another. I want to spar with her later and see how she does up against me. Storn finally pins Izo and mounts her. She starts purring and enjoying his attention before they mark each other and complete their bond. By the time we get back to the pack house, it’s night, and Kaia and I are both a mess.

This was hand to hand, raw and physical, and even through the fear gripping my chest I could see how extraordinary all three of them were. Vaelin fought with that explosive ferocious energy that was so entirely him, relentless and unpredictable, switching directions and tactics faster than seemed possible. Soren fought with precision and patience, finding openings and exploiting them with quiet clinical efficiency. And Thorian fought the way Thorian did everything, with absolute controlled power and an economy of movement that made everything he did look inevitable.

Even Idris avoided fighting her unless necessary. “Fight me ,” she said, cracking her head. I glanced at Kharo, he didn’t stop her. Of course he wouldn’t. He wanted to see what I’ll do. So I stepped back onto the stage. The fight wasn’t easy. Shireen was vicious. Precise. Unrelenting. She didn’t go easy on anyone— not even me. Especially not me. But something strange happened midway through the spar. Time slowed Not literally. Again.

We will need to keep our eyes peeled for anything suspicious. I look back to Andricia and see her sparring with Sam and Kendrick; she seems to be holding her own quite well. Her technique of fighting comes from the ancient ways of the Demigods; it’s incredibly hard to learn. She has taught her pack well, though, as they all soar using the same technique. I lock my eyes on Lorissa and see her movements matching those of Andricia, and Kira seems to be struggling, which shouldn’t happen because Kira outranks Lorissa. Looking at them, Andricia and Lorissa are doing the exact same things; Lorissa is hurting Kira. I immediately ran to the field and stepped in front of Kira, blocking Lorissa’s adva