Striker X Blitz Novels & Stories

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

Tears of anger and shock burned in my eyes. “Nova! What the hell is wrong with you?!” He was not done. He picked up the powerful vibrator next. He tried cutting it with the knife, but the hard plastic refused to break easily. The blade kept slipping. With a frustrated roar, Nova threw the vibrator onto the tiled kitchen floor. Then he started stomping on it. His heavy foot came down again and again with brutal force. Loud cracking and smashing sounds filled the entire apartment. Plastic pieces splintered and flew everywhere. The buzzing mechanism inside made a weak, dying whir before going completely silent.

The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark. "We're ten floors down!" Dax yelled into the comms. "Hold on, Mia!" THE PENTHOUSE Reyes was losing the wrestling match. The Abyssal-Striker was simply too strong, its hydro-pressurized servos overpowering her human strength. It pinned her to the floor, raising the humming harmonic blade to plunge it into her chest.

Xander crossed the distance. What happened next was not, technically, a fight. A fight had some theoretical symmetry to it. What Xander was doing was closing range against someone whose suit was reading his bio-electrical frequency and translating that input into micro-predictions about his next movement, which meant every strike he initiated was partially anticipated, which meant his strike timing needed to be not his own timing. He threw a chunk of liquefied concrete at Sterling's head instead. Not as an attack. As a distraction — the suit's prediction system was reading his nervous system, not objects. The object had no bio-electrical frequency to read. It arrived at Sterling's helmet on

Yet, they were not going to give up. "Attack!" Strider shouted. Everyone raised their weapons and struck fiercely at Shadowblade at the same time. "I've already told you, your attacks are useless against me," Shadowblade declared. "Let's see about that!" Strider's face was filled with rage. In the next moment, a dazzling light burst forth from Strider, unleashing an immense power in an explosive burst. The overwhelming momentum rose up, amplifying the scale of the power surging from him.

("Bēngshān quán!!!" (Mountain Crushing Fist!!!) …he lunges his fists right at the centre of the black wall. BOOM!!! It was more powerful than August’s slash. I bet it’s even powerful enough to take down an entire two-storey house if it hits right. As the dusts settled, I find Blaze pushed away from the wall by his own recoil. C-CRACK! “…!” The pillars… cracked…!?

This was something entirely different, something older and far more dangerous. X fired a pulse from his gun, a bright, blinding beam of light that cut through the darkness. It struck Victor, the skinwalker, square in the chest, sending him stumbling back. But to my horror, the creature seemed to barely flinch. There was no violent reaction, no sign that the weapon had any lasting effect.

He swiped my hands away, trying to cover his face. "That's enough!" His voice rose as he simultaneously raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. My face whipped to the side, my cheek screaming in pain, as my hands paused their attack at the strike of pain. Drake undid my pants and lifted off of me to pull them down. I snapped back to the fight and, without his weight upon me, used the opportunity to scramble from beneath him. I didn't need my stupid pants. I needed the gun. I scrambled to my feet and made another run for it.

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”