Striker X Blitz Novels & Stories

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

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

At least not now. Alethia stormed into bed and dragged her blanket over her body immediately. But it only made her feel more stuffy. It wasn't enough that she took her anger out on the blanket by kicking it off the bed, she threw her pillows off as well, hyperventilating like a dog that had chased something it couldn't catch.

She could feel the power of her bloodline surging within her, fueling her attacks. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Together, they moved through the enemy ranks, their movements synchronized and unstoppable. As the battle raged on, Beauty found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. "Beauty," he spat. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Beauty's eyes blazed with determination. "You underestimated me, Leon. And now, you'll pay the price." Leon lunged at her, his attacks swift and brutal. But Beauty was ready. She dodged and countered, her movements a blur. She could feel the strength of her bloodline pulsing th