Star Trek Kirk And Spock Fight Novels & Stories

“Then prove it.” Kelvin’s brows furrowed. “What?” Logan smirked coldly. “Fight me. Right here, right now. No more words. No more lies. If you’re innocent, you’ve got nothing to hide.” Kelvin growled low in his throat. “You don’t want this fight.” Logan rolled his shoulders. “I think I do.” The air thickened with tension. Their energy pulsed around me—Logan’s unwavering determination as he was ready to fight the Alpha, Kelvin’s seething fury watching his once guard requesting a fight with him.

My breath came in quick bursts as I tried to find an opening. “Come on,” Kellan hissed, his lips curling into a smirk. “Show me what you’ve got.” I grit my teeth, feinting left before delivering a powerful kick to his knee. He stumbled but recovered quickly, his smirk replaced by a snarl. The fight dragged on, each of us landing brutal blows. My body ached, but I refused to give up. This wasn’t just about me—it was about the countless lives depending on me, I would have defeated them easily but the rules says no powers.

For five whole minutes, not a single blow was landed. The bell rang, and it was round two. Jameson’s wolf was larger than Spencer’s, but Spencer was quicker. As Jameson’s wolf lunged for him, Spencer’s wolf slid under, delivering a blow to his stomach. Jameson’s wolf didn’t roll over as he delivered a solid kick to Spencer’s wolf as he went to stand up. That caused him to stagger a little and allow Jameson’s wolf to turn around and attack before Spencer’s wolf was able to get his feet under him.

Sure enough, a second later the men started arguing about why it was and wasn't against the rules. "There are no rules in real combat." "This is trainin!" Belasco argued. "Training for REAL combat! Stop being a baby because she beat you!" Shobek shot back. "But it's still only trainin! There's no need to KILL your trainin pardner!" whined Belasco. Shobek rolled his eyes, "You wouldn't have died from that." "I could have!!" "No, you couldn't!" Both parties started to stare each other down before they continued the debate. Each side getting more loud and obnoxious.

“We are going to start with some sparring so I can get a feel of where you are, I am hoping your muscle memory takes over a bit.” Beta Kylo says to me and then gets into a fighting stance. Muscle memory kicks in and I go on the defense with my stance. Kylo tries to hit my head a few times, but I just dodge them and try an uppercut. Surprisingly I hit his chin and his head goes up a bit. I don’t have my strength anymore, so my punch is not going to help me, but the technique is there. We just keep trying to punch and block each other for half an hour or so before Kylo stops.

I say and my voice rapidly increases as if I am talking to an enemy. “I have told you what I am going to do. And this is irrespective of what you think you can…stop me if you can or must.” Irish says and I jump at him, ready to fight. He brings out his fist and his fangs arise as I tear my shirt off to fight. We begin to spare together and I toss him over the table. All of the instruments on the table fall off immediately and I raise my hand to strike him. At this moment, my hands are raised in the air and I cannot even remember who I am. All I see is someone that is trying to attack me and I scratch him across the face in anger.

"I’m here to discuss something important with Stellar. Whatever this is between us, it doesn’t concern you." Keith leaned against the car and gave a dismissive wave, as if shooing a fly. "Why don’t you run along, Mr. Extra." Stephen didn’t budge. "I’m waiting for Stellar too." Their eyes locked, and the tension crackled in the air like a lit fuse. Just as it looked like they were seconds from an all-out clash, Stellar walked up, exasperated. "If you two really want to fight, how about taking it inside? I can clear some space for you."

he interrupted when Kirk suddenly punched him in his left cheek. He tasted his own blood and swallowed saliva because his lip bled. He rolled his eyes at Kirk then released his katana. He witnessed how the facial expressions of his victims changed. Same fears with the knife he was holding. "Si-Simo-Mon!" Kirk said threateningly. He didn't answer, instead he rushed Kirk backwards until his back was wide open at the door so he didn't hesitate to stab his katana in the stomach. He heard Alyssa scream, but it seemed more comforting to him to watch Kirk vomit blood so he grinned. He let Kirk slide to slump up sitting as it held the stomach he stabbed while dying.

As he pressed up against Cormack, Myles, another member of the Pack, spoke. Cormack sneered, "I ain't taking shit back, she's--." Cormack was never given the chance to slander me again because Myles delivered a right hook to the face. Cormack crashed into a coffee table at the room's edge after doing a flying leap. Before Cormack's pals dove on Myles and Javier, there was a brief shock. As other Pack members dove past me to aid Myles and Javier, seconds passed. Eventually, "fight, fight, fight" was being chanted by everybody.

“Everyone, protect Zephyr!” The Khan jumped into action, each with one clear directive. At the same time, they raised their arms against Sylvester. “Weaklings! None of you can even think of defeating me!” Sylvester challenged, a wave of energy exploded out from within. This was 30 years worth of energy after all, he was no easy challenge. “Die! Die! Die!” Sylvester screamed, his movements were like lightning that pierced the cavalry. One by one, the Khan were sent flying into the air with mouthfuls of blood. “Comet Finger!” Spout channeled, creating much of a bedazzle that headed towards Sylvester. “Child’s play!” he retorted, and extinguished the starlight. With a swipe, Sylvester had his h