Novel & Cerita Smash Or Pass Female Characters

stated Dane, as he turned the page, drawing my attention to training for the battle plan. Training was focused on the female pack members, and female assailants. I can see why this would be an issue with some packs. Female warriors, or training females to fight is unheard of in some packs. They view it as weakness. Generally speaking, if a female isn't attacking, rouge or not, most packs won't touch them. They are viewed as weaker. To be truthful they are, but only in strength. Personally, I have learned never to underestimate the fairer sex, though.

Kanyin yelled again and Felix raised his hand to slap her before someone suddenly grabbed him. “Felix, don’t” Stephen breathed as he grabbed him while everyone heaved a sigh of relief but almost immediately they heard a loud ‘pah’ that resounded in the hall. Felix looked and was surprised to see Jomi standing in front of him. Jomi rubbed her two hands together as she stared at Kanyin who was holding her cheek shocked. “Guys can’t beat girls but it’s not the same for girls. Girls can always beat each other” Jomi’s soft voice could be heard in the large hall.

I parried a wild swing from a male tribute with sandy hair and countered with a swift strike to his side, sending him stumbling backward. Nova faced a fierce female tribute with a scar across her cheek. Their swords clashed in a flurry of blows. Nova's agility allowed her to duck under a sweeping strike, and with a lightning-fast move, she slashed the tribute's leg. A cry of pain erupted as the tribute fell to the ground, clutching her wounded limb. As we fought, Nova and I never lost sight of each other. Our unspoken communication was our greatest advantage. When I was momentarily surrounded, Nova swiftly came to my aid, striking down an opponent with precise strikes.

He looked at his opponent and then ordered his mate to be brought forward. Gripping her in his other hand, he started to smile before snapping her neck. The sound of gasps echoed throughout the empty room as he let go of the woman’s limp body and she dropped to the floor. His opponent scratched deep grooves into Nicolas’s arm and shoulder, but they healed almost instantly.

She adds with a bit of concern in the voice, "now, how is your classes' progress?" "Everything is going absolutely ... wrong," I admit, we both laugh, "actually, they go like only three classes can go. Today I was able to knock it down once, that was good." "I think you could use some classes from a female point of view," she recommends, and I look at her with raised eyebrows, "it is that they base their combat technique on strength, while we are more agile. Tomorrow I'll stop by class and help you knock him down if you don't mind, of course."

Simon knocked him on his hip. Diana lunged forward, but two of the other males blocked her from interceding. Females fought females, never males—the unwritten rule passed down from generation to generation. She growled at them. They bowed their heads to her, showing that they had no intention of fighting her but wouldn't move out of her path. Again she growled, baring her teeth at one and the the other, preparing herself to attack. She couldn't watch Simon hurt her mate. The strain of the fighting and the tension that had built up in her system keyed her higher than an active volcano built up steam, ready to explode.

I lifted my hand to wave but the smile on my face faded as of the Alphas slammed his fist against his temple. My grip suddenly loosened around the tray, clattering to the ground as Carl staggered sideways. Mortification replaced the expression on my face and at the same time anger flared within my chest. Without thinking twice, I snarled— enough to command attention and keep my voice masculine like I was taught. “Leave him alone!” I rushed towards Carl, his eyes pleading for me not to intervene but I ignored him because how dare they do that to him? I stood before the Alphas, stylishly glancing at the name tags on their shirts as they were still in their training clothes. Alpha Noah and Alph

I dumped him and spun with a snarl, but couldn’t dodge the knife that slit my sleeve and bled across my cloak. I’d watched the males, not the woman. I’d assumed victim. Wrong. She slashed wild and untrained, like a lunatic. Easy to dodge, but hitting a female isn’t the same as hitting a man. I caught her wrist midair and squeezed her fingers to the edge of breaking. “Aaahh, let go, please, she forced me, she made me do it!” I didn’t know who the woman meant by “she,” and I didn’t care.

Don't stretch your long legs over here and block my path! Harmonia was furious and tried to push him away! Although she had excellent combat skills, Absalom had it as well. They exchanged moves swiftly, but he had a slight advantage in strength. After all, there was an essential disparity in power between men and women. After a few rounds, Harmonia was firmly restrained by him. She clenched her teeth and looked at his expression through his disheveled hair which was filled with his so-called deep affection. “Absalom Terran, how many times are you going to repeat these self-declared affectionate words?”

I didn’t understand why until I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder. I spun around to face a group of six mature women, their warm smiles serene and composed. Their leader, a striking woman with ruby-red hair and captivating dark blue eyes, quickly pressed her cheek against mine in a gesture of affection. "We wanted to let you know how much we admire you. We understand that this is a challenging time, but please remember, we support you as our future alpha. We’re sorry for the hardships you’ve faced, but know that if you ever need anything, we’re here for you." Her smile was gentle as the woman beside her embraced me, followed by the other four women, each pressing their cheek against mine in a