Shaori Fighting Style Novels & Stories

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

She was already sure that the man in front of her was the Young Master. However, for the sake of insurance, it was better to do an appraisal. At that thought, Sharon reached out to Cayden's head. Cayden's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and suddenly attacked. Sharon's eyes darkened as she quickly defended. The two of them started fighting in the corridor. Although Cayden was a tall and burly man who studied MMA and taekwondo, he had no chance of winning against Sharon. That was because Sharon started training from an early age and had learned all forms of killing methods. In just a few moves, she grabbed Cayden and pinned his hands behind his back, pressing him to the wall.

Then they all heard a loud laugh outside as there was a loud explosion. “I’ve always wanted to fight stronger beings than myself!”, he said, as his scimitars appeared in his hands. His hands arched in a way that reminded Quinn of those dancers that stood behind each other, moving their hands in wavy nations, to give the illusion that the one in front had six hands, instead of one. A weird thought to have during battle, but there it was. He shook this head and looked at Shiva, who was being sized up by Zoi. All the eyes stopped firing and were looking directly at him. He gave no warning, when he jumped up at Zoi, his hands in offensive positions. One blast hit him, but he blocked with his bla

* *Pow* *Bash! "The abilities gained from refining skills or techniques until they transcend the limits of ordinary humans, when triggered, will cause an aura to cover the body or part of the body. When facing this type of Sika user, one thing to be aware of is the moves they use, like Yu's 'Muay Amara'. If you can't find a way to restrict their body movement, it's best to avoid fighting them."

Thye just need to stay alive… whatever it takes. Sergio trained some for combat fight. He grouped them in pair and each pair had to fight. Meanwhile Rowan and Apollo took the other to use weapons and tools for fighting. Apollo has expertise in swords so he taught them the proper stance and the correct posture so that they will not hurt themselves. Shahida, on the other hand, taught women physical combat and acting skills. For Shahida, women’s acting skills could make men fall on its trap and it will be their weapon if things messed up.

​The yard is alive with the sharp CLACK of hard wood and the heavy grunts of physical exertion. ​Liora is in the absolute centre of the dirt ring. She is a completely different fighter than she was a week ago. She swings a heavy wooden staff in a brutal, sweeping arc. Kai ducks under it by a fraction of an inch, the wood whistling viciously through the space where his skull had just been.

said the woman with a smile before she brandished her short knives and rushed at Kirou. Kirou in turn rushed at Lady Shiva as well and both started thrusting and slashing their respective weapons at each other. Had another person been there alive, they would have noticed that both fighters were moving so fast that neither of their weapons was visible and most of their movements were just shadows. Besides telling the general location of the fight, they wouldn't be able to follow it with their eyes. ....

Nigel yelled again and Yaoyao and Sara interrupted their techniques and moved in the rear position, leaving Errol and Nigel to physically face the charge of the beasts. Yaoyao closed her eyes and her spear began to gather purple sparks through all its body. She then reopened them and forcefully lunged toward a crowded area. A thunderbolt shot out from her spear which reduced to ashes anything that passed through. Sara limited herself to deliver ranged strikes that multiplied mid-air due to the characteristics of his martial art. Six wind slashes shot out from her figure every time she moved, there was the faint image of four additional arms on her torso. Assea, in the meantime, continued its

Weapons lined the walls. "Okay," Sarah said, moving to the center of the room. "First lesson. You have no idea how to fight. At all. Everything you did in our match was pure instinct and luck." "I'm aware." "So we start from the beginning. Stance. Movement. How to throw a punch without breaking your hand." She demonstrated a basic fighting stance. "Copy this." I mimicked her position, using my enhanced vision to capture every detail of her posture. The exact angle of her feet. The precise distribution of weight. The way her hands were positioned.

I dodged her blow and blocked the kick she threw, pushing my arm forward to grab hers. We had been sparring for weeks now, using every free time to hone our skills since the first time we did it on the new moon festival. Now, I was fully conversant with my abilities, no longer rusty through time. More than anything else, I was more aware of her fighting style. Her moves were on the aggressive side, attempting to disarm or bruise as much as possible. Mine however, was a lot more flowy, aiming on disarming whilst attacking. Both of us were equally matched, regardless of style.