Tails X Knuckles Novels & Stories

As their palms collided, Taylor's shadows dissipated under the onslaught of Alexander's blazing fist power. Despite Taylor's attempts to grab and fling Alexander away, Alexander swiftly transformed his fist into a palm, using a backhand strike to counter Taylor's grasp. With a sudden crouch, Alexander pulled Taylor toward him and delivered a ruthless headbutt to Taylor's nose—a simple yet effective street-fighting move.

I wouldn't be surprised if several of the bones in my knuckles are cracked. Nino circled me. "You're good but you seem a bit rusty." Understatement. I am rusty. "Your kicks are strong," he assessed. "But you need to gain more muscle in your arms. You punched me a while ago and it tickled." "My punches don't tickle," I defended. "They tickle, Dylan and I almost heard it squeak too, like a rubber duck." My teeth clicked in annoyance. I'll show you.

Puff! Blood splashed everywhere. The skin of Chu Xun's five fingers had been split, revealing the bones and the blood-red tendons inside. Sweat broke out on Chu Xun's forehead, and his eyes grew bloodshot. He was in so much pain that his pupils dilated and his whole body was trembling violently. He cut the skin and flesh of the five fingers on his left hand. The ten fingers were closely connected to one's heart, so Chu Xun felt extremely painful.

My skin erupted in tingles everywhere that his skin was connected to mine, jolting me awake like a defibrillator. "Who's next?" I asked, finally pulling out the mouthpiece I had locked in my jaw. Hans broke out in laughter and looked around the room. I followed his gaze, realizing that the gym was silent. My throat felt sticky from nerves, and I cleared it. The sounds seemed to have awakened my audience because they all started talking to each other excitedly. Alex stood by Risk, clapping and cheering loudly, but I was still tense and on edge. I couldn't let myself relax. If I did that, I would be too locked up to do well in my next fight.

Nick didn’t say anything and bent down to fix his shoes. By the time Dawn got to where he was standing, she lashed out at him. “Why didn’t you tell me just now and acted as though, only the gods knows…” Dawn started to say but was interrupted by his next choice of words, leaving her completely stunned for the umpteenth time that day. “Four fingers,” he started and Dawn blinked at him in confusion. “When you hold, turn your wrist outward and release.”