Striker X Blitzo Novels & Stories

“Blade, out. Striker, you’re up. You know the drill.” I look at the one called Striker standing in front of me and size him up as he’s doing the same to me. He’s about my height, but leaner. He’s probably fast. I see a pretty nasty bruise on his left rib cage and a few other ones in random spots on his torso.

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.

("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…!?

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.

She lifted her arm and extended it, palm outward. Focusing her aim in a way that now came naturally to her, she fired a tight, two-inch wide yellow beam at the nearest carcass, striking the joint of one of the arms just below the giant pincer. Her beam cut easily through the cartilaginous material, and the pincer dropped to the ground. “Very cool,” Lights said approvingly. “Kind of like a laser—tight and concentrated. Blaze’s Power is more like a flamethrower—an extremely hot flamethrower.”

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.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

stopped them. Glasses from the windows shattered as everyone ducked down. A lighting bolt strucked the street infront of the building and destroyed the lines. Electricity went out and a few seconds later, the emergency generator hummed and went into power as it left a few light bulbs on. Luna was cupping her hands to her ears as she evaded the shattered glass. She could still hear some ringing in her earlobes as she stood up. "What the hell?" "The fuck was that?!" "Oh my god..."

someone shouted. Panting with fear, Victoria glanced up and saw Breen riding his horse like a demon cowboy from hell as he stunt jumped from it in mid run with a double-footed landing, then continued running to swipe Jude completely from where he stood. “OOF!” Jude let out as his body hit the ground. They both rolled along the dirt in a pile of cowboy limbs, hats flying off and male grunts resounding. “You piece of shit!” Breen yelled as he turned him over and then stood up to glare down at him.

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”