Novel & Cerita Stick Figure Violence

My grip around the wood tightened and I raised it up to attack. I swung the large stick into the back of his head, the wood collided with the hairless head and I watched in horror as the area that I delivered the wood at started swelling and blood was spilling out rapidly. I wasn't afraid of the blood but I feared that I might have killed someone.

It started to prowl, hungry for more. I waited for him to get his head up again. He didn't disappoint, and I didn't hesitate to put it back down with my foot. I scooped low, grabbed his shirtfront, and walked him into a tree hard enough to shake leaves. My knuckles wrapped over the blade's handle, I put three tight punches on him until his nose broke right under my fist. He muttered a string of curses until his brain fogged and the words ran out. Then I used my blade. I stabbed him in the hip bone, going as deep as the metal allowed.

he said, but I could hear the fear in his voice, he knew that they were going to kill him also. "I guess we just have to get rid of you both," the guy said as both of them approached us. I saw a huge stick beside the little boy, I turned, looked at him and gestured towards the stick, and I knew he understood. They got closer to us and I dug into the soil with my hands, making sure I had enough sand in my hand. I threw it at them as the little boy used the stick to hit them both, taking a step backwards and groaning in pain.

Anita appeared in front of her and with a serious expression, she said. ‘Hit me with the stick’. ‘I should hit you, are you sure’? ‘Yes, I am, it’s a form of training’ Anita responded ‘use all your strength don’t hold back’. Ivory glanced at Anita with an unknown expression. ‘On one condition, don’t vanish and appear elsewhere’. ‘Okay, let’s do this’. Ivory got to her battle stance, she used the stick to hit Anita’s stomach but she evaded it naturally, Anita gave ivory a mocking smile, ivory got angry and increased the frequency of her hits even using ice to try and trap Anita but she evaded it without any problems.

There were wild screams from the viewers. He got back to his feet, a weird smile cut across his lips as he stared infuriated at the bully. His nose still trickling blood, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his nose and suddenly threw it at the face of the big man, distracting him. He charged into the bully, ramming his skull into his unprotected belly. The big man screamed and staggered as the viewers cheered.

For fuck sake his actions caused a little child to get hurt , and to sleep outside in the fucking cold . He was a monster and this is the language monsters should understand . I took my knives and began to slanting write on his body , he began to cry and plead when his houses got too much . I took a knife and stabbed him right below his abdomen , I twisted the knife really hard and gritted my teeth crushing them together . He was going to see hell before i even think of reporting him to the police . I crushed his tops with a heavy duty hammer and it cracked immediately ,his face contorted with pain and his voice cracked from too many screams .

I chuckled, amused at his foolishness. I swung into action once again: kicking, hitting, and slashing. I grabbed one of the most stubborn men and hit his chest powerfully with an elbow, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood before dropping to the floor. I broke bones with my fists and twisted necks even before they could shoot at me. None of the pathetic men could scratch my skin.

It looked absurd in a street fight, but in his hands, it became a lethal weapon. With a swift, practiced swing, he brought the shaft of the stick down hard against the arm of the man with the knife. The weapon clattered to the ground. Kieran followed through, using the heavy butt-end of the stick to strike the second man in the neck The man gasped loudly as he stumbled backward into the ruined SUV.

He brought the staff down in a fierce, overhead strike. Instead of dodging, I stepped into his space, bringing my stick up at an angle to parry the blow. The impact vibrated violently up my arms, but I held my ground. I used the momentum to slide my stick down the length of his staff, barking the wood painfully across his knuckles. He grunted, dropping his grip with one hand for a split second. That was all the opening I needed. I dropped low to the dirt, sweeping my leg out in a kick that caught him behind his good ankle. He stumbled, his massive frame tilting. Before he could recover his balance, I drove the blunt tip of my stick hard into the pressure point on his lower ribs.

Vincent squirmed on the floor, dragging his body toward the corner. "You can't run." Tammy straddled him, pinning him down. Vincent's body trembled, his hands flailing weakly as urine soaked through his pants. Her ears shut out his pleas. She had no intention of stopping. "Die! Just die!" She stabbed him, over and over in his chest. Vincent's body jerked with each thrust until the movements slowed, then stopped. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and glistening. "I'm finally free! Hahahaha!"