Stabbing Pose Reference Novels & Stories

He kisses my lips and then takes his seat. "He's right, Baby Doll. If you want to wait for us in a pose, you can modify the Humble pose and bend over the table, staying on your feet, or use the Wait pose. That would probably be easiest and less strenuous," Merrick comes up close and caresses my round belly, "You remember the Wait pose, don't you, Baby Doll?" "Yes, Sir. Feet spread apart, hands behind my back, eyes forward." Tingles race through me as he nibbles on my earlobe.

"Then greet your mother properly." Alexander's face scrunched with effort. He was attempting what looked like tree pose. One foot pressed against the inside of his opposite knee. Arms stretched overhead. Wobbling. Ethan was beside him in the same pose. Not wobbling. Perfectly still. Madison was on his other side. Her tree pose was less certain than Ethan's but more stable than Alexander's. And Kyle. He was in downward dog. His hands were flat on the mat, fingers spread wide. His hips were lifted, forming an inverted V with his body. His heels reached toward the floor but didn't quite touch.

Rob's grip tightens on his knife, his knuckles turning white. With a surge of madness, Rob charges forward, his movements fluid and precise. The last man standing tried to regain his composure, but it was too late. Rob's training took over, his body moving with a lethal grace. He struck with a series of swift, calculated movements, each blow landing with bone-shattering force into the man's body.

“Your stance. Your balance. Everything starts from the ground.” His hands moved to my waist, adjusting my posture, guiding my shoulders. His touch was firm but gentle, his breath brushing the back of my neck as he corrected my grip. Alexandro stood behind her, his presence solid and commanding as he gently adjusted her grip on the wooden staff. “Your hands need to be shoulder-width apart,” he said, his voice low, steady. “Too close, and you lose balance. Too wide, and you lose control.” He stepped closer, guiding her stance with a firm hand on her waist. “Bend your knees slightly. Keep your core tight. The power doesn’t come from your arms — it starts at your center.”

"Ok, my foot is on the higher one." "I'd like you to stand comfortably. Hands at your sides relaxed. Look straight out and raise your right hand like you are going to shake someone's hand in a relaxed way." "Done." She moved forward and quickly ran her fingertips over his body then stood back. "Your leg is too high." Ben switched the two boxes and put his foot on the shorter one. The position was more comfortable. He moved back into the pose. "Ready." Once more Stephanie ran her fingers down his body but this time she smiled. "Yes. This feels right. I'm going to do the mapping now. Relax into the pose and hold it. Keep your eyes open this time. I promise not to poke you in the eye."

Adrian checked the device again. His jaw tightened. “This is stronger than before,” he said quietly. Anna’s voice broke slightly. “…make it stop,” she whispered. Adrian looked at her. “I cannot stop it externally.” Silence. That made her panic slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked weakly. Adrian stepped closer. “I can only stabilize you.” “How?” she asked. He paused. Then said, “By becoming the reference point.” She frowned slightly. “…what does that even mean?”

was he smelling me? For a second—just one suspended moment—neither of us moved. We just stood there, pressed together, breathing in sync. Then Zade seemed to snap out of it. He cleared his throat and took a step back, releasing me abruptly. "Instead, you drop your weight and twist," he said, his voice rougher than before. "Aim for the weak points—stomp on the instep, drive your elbow into the ribs, go for the groin if you can reach it."

Arms locked with arms, legs tripped over legs. Jason didn't pause to admire his work. He stepped in close as the first man tried to recover his footing and his breath, driving a sharp, controlled jab into his solar plexus. The spot where all the nerves met. The air left the guard's lungs in a wheezing gasp that sounded almost like a deflating balloon. Before he could even process the pain, a swift leg sweep cut his feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the mat. The second guard went down a heartbeat later with a heavy thud that echoed through the garage, vibrating up through the floor.

I started out by calling out some basic maneuvers. “Right jab.” The members moved together extending their right arms, throwing their fists directly in front of them. I kept my attention on everyone, but I focused more on Brook. She had her feet spread too far apart and her elbow was slightly bent, with her arm lower than it should be. “Hold.” Everyone held their position and I made my way down the middle of the mat until I reached Brook. Moving in behind her, I kicked at her shoes lightly moving them until she now had her feet shoulder-width apart. Pressing up against her back, I felt a shiver flow through her briefly.

He effortlessly moves to in fighter pose, arms in tight, light on his toes and head tucked. For someone who specializes in mixed combat, Arrick has the stance of a boxer down to a fine art. He almost dances on his feet as instinct kicks in and he goes all into trained mode, flexing his shoulders and grinning like a cheeky, cocky ass, who has as undefeated record.