Novel & Cerita Shaori Fighting Style

Ji'lahni said calling her bow and arrow. She aimed and shot a flaming arrow at Shaid's leg when she blurred behind Lynn. She was blurring and dodging Lynn's blows, while trying to attack Lynn from behind, but Lynn saw what Ji'lahni figured out quickly that Shaid always tried to attack from behind. Shawna called two Sai swords, She threw one at Shaid's head as she ran towards the fight. “God damnit Shawna I thought we said, we weren’t going to try and kill her yet.” Ji'lahni yelled, running behind Shawna firing flaming arrows one after the other. “What? I missed.” Shawna said, shrugging her shoulder not caring at all that she almost killed Shaid.

Hailey’s POV We circled. For a while it was even enough. A hit, a block, a step back. I caught two of her strikes clean and let myself believe I was holding my own. I was wrong. Shirley fought like the title she carried. Every time I thought I found her pattern, she changed it. Soon I was only defending, my arms heavy, my breath ragged. I gave ground until there was none left to give. "Is this the part where you shift?" she called, loud enough for the whole field to hear. "Go on, Princess. Show them what you can do."

“We’re doing hand-to-hand combat. I want to see just how ruined your muscle foundation is.” I swallowed hard. In hand-to-hand combat, physical contact was unavoidable. The distance between us would be dangerously close. I placed Moonglow at the edge of the field, then stood facing Alaric while steadying my breathing. My heart pounded faster—part anxiety, part something else stirred by Alaric’s powerful presence. “Anytime now, Alpha,” he ordered. I used the techniques of the Forbidden Arts—movements that relied on spiritual energy flow rather than brute muscle.

She is the only one who changed out of view, even from her butler. We step forward towards the black mat. The circle clears leaving me and Lilith facing each other. The mat feels firm beneath my shoes as I roll my sleeves precisely to the elbow. I take my fighting stance. I have mastered three fighting styles so far Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiujutsu and Wing Chun. I don’t know what Lilith has since the files registered unknown. I’ll go with Krav Maga to be safe. Lilith steps forward. Fingers twitching. Up close, her violet eyes are sharper than I had noticed at the table. They are calculating and amused.

His face gave nothing away, but his eyes… Saints, those eyes were molten again, watching every twitch of my body like he could strip me down to bone. I swallowed hard and stepped into the circle. “Your opponent,” Liora said, and Sera prowled forward with a smile that promised blood. Of course. The fight started fast. She came at me like a blade in motion, claws flashing, a sweep of muscle and speed honed by years of training. I barely ducked the first strike, the wind of it burning my cheek. The next hit landed. Pain exploded across my ribs, knocking me sideways. Laughter rippled from the sidelines.

And another. Within seconds, we were surrounded. Sari stepped in front of me, his wolf growling low beneath his skin. “Get behind me.” But I didn’t listen. I called for my strength, reaching for the power buried deep in my soul. It flickered, then dimmed. Not strong enough—not yet. The first attacker lunged. Sari moved fast, claws slicing through the air. I dodged a blow from the side, barely managing to land a hit with the blade in my hand. But they kept coming. Shadowed, masked, fast. They didn’t speak. They didn’t hesitate.

They utilise a variety of fighting styles, seamlessly transitioning from punches to kicks and grappling manoeuvres. As the fight progresses, fatigue sets in, and their movements become slightly slower. Yet, their determination remains unwavering. They dig deep, drawing on their reserves of strength and resilience. Each of them showcases their unique style and technique, adapting their strategy to exploit weaknesses and capitalise on opportunities. Finally, Amira grabs Nara by the neck through an opening she noticed at the last minute and in no time, Nara is sprawling on the floor with Amira on top of her, ready to drive my dagger into her chest.

Kabir said as he lunged forward but Shayra dodged his attack smoothly. “Lucky move,” He said as he kicked her leg right on her knee she winched and fell down; Kabir grabbed her throat from the back and pulled her body upwards, she was struggling to breathe when she took the chance and hit the back of his knee with her free hand. Shayra quickly pulled herself out of grip as she twisted his hand; she was sure she broke his arm with the sound of a crack that followed. “Aaaaaaaahhh,” Shayra kicked him in the groin as he held his male parts with a loud scream.

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

Her long lashes were outlined with dark smudges, her usually piercing green eyes, dulled over. Then her head dropped and she followed me to a small space in the corner. I'd never seen her so compliant. Carrie never gives in. It goes against her very being. This was all wrong. We squared up to spar and I flew at her. Her claws sunk into my back and she raked them down my sides, while her legs flung us around. I gripped her waist and pushed her onto her back. She glared at me, then turned her head. "You can't block me out forever."