Stick Figure Violence Novels & Stories

Perhaps revolted by my insults to his dead clan member or insulted by my casual treatment of the threat they pose, he attacks me, stabbing a knife in my face, aiming for my eye. I lean back, letting the knife pass inches in front of my nose, slicing through air. Casually, I catch his hand and snap the ulna, the elbow joint, and the humerus. It's like squeezing a twig. He's too surprised to react, or maybe I'm just moving too quickly. I send a casual punch aimed at his neck. His spine shatters, his head flopping to the side, dead eyes staring at me, his mouth opening in a scream that never left his lungs.

The main attack of marksmanship is on this stab, so it is extremely fierce, but the stick is different, because there is no spear tip, and it uses more swing, chop, poke and lift as elements. There are few ways of attack seen as marksmanship, but not everyone can follow. It is far better than countless killing moves. Allen Peterson only felt dizzy. The stick had come to his eyes. If he didn't think about it, the blow would kill him. looking at the stick close at hand, Allen Peterson's Adam's apple rolled up and down. Xu Xiu, who picked up the weapon, was so terrible that he didn't give him reaction time at all. Fortunately, Xu Xiu's purpose was not to kill him. He pulled the stick down and f

It was so painful I felt on the ground, were I started to shake a little uncontrollable. “I’m going to hurt you until your body will be forever damages with burn wounds and marks. So that everyone in this pack even in the future knows what your place is. No one will ever love you.” He shocked me again with the electric stick. I started to scream. He punched my head and yelled to be quiet. After that he shock me again and again. Tears started to fall over my cheeks uncontrollably and I peed in my pants, I didn’t have any control over any muscle anymore.

running, Lance was infuriated. The tavern was not as small they it looked. It had secret rooms where the traffickers did all their dubious activities. Lance snorted. He was not going to catch up with Calvary and his men so he resorted to jumping off the flights of stairs. He caught up with three men. He slammed one to the wall as he leapt on their flight of stairs and sent him falling off the stairs. He lay still and lifeless soon after that. The other two charged at him. Lance dodged a punch that was aiming right at his face and grabbed the man's fist and twisted his wrist. There was a thunderous shriek from him as his wrist broke. He tottered back in anguish while his colleague came aft

Every strike hit a vital point, with no wasted motion. One thug swung a machete at her shoulder. Amelia dodged to the side and kicked his knee. The thug's leg buckled, and he fell to his knees. Amelia seized his machete and, in one motion, struck at another thug rushing toward her. That thug turned pale with fear and hurriedly raised his wooden stick to block. With a crisp crack, the stick split in two, and the thug staggered back several steps from the force, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Alan stood tall, head cocked like he was mocking me, daring me to try again. My eyes locked on a stick between us, sharp at one end. I only had one shot. Alan charged, and I matched his speed, racing toward the stick. At the last second, I shifted back into human form, sliding through the mud. Alan leaped, thinking he had me—exactly what I needed him to believe. With a guttural growl, I grabbed the stick and plunged it into his underbelly, twisting it until he fell, blood pooling in the rain. He tried to stand, but his legs gave out beneath him.

Being the latest to grace the arms of solitary confinement, I've threatened authority and my time of reckoning is at hand. "I am going to deal with you, make sure you never use those fingers to hurt anyone again." Victor flexes his muscles as he searches out one of his dangerous toys. I stare at him, rage clearly brewing in my face, gnashing my teeth in fury. "Such impudence, without remorse. Who do you think you are?" "The one who just destroyed one of your dogs," I revolt, spitting directly into his face. "You son of a bitch." He rushes at me and kicks me hard in the nut.

“It’s pointlessly barbaric. There is no finesse.” “Finesse is not the point, violence is.” Kilvic twirled the staff in his hand. It was a good weapon. The little scratches would not hinder his markings when he began. “The axe is as barbaric as the barbarians who’d wielded it.” He turned and headed out of the room. “There no violence more destructive than the barbaric.”