The Outsiders Rumble Scene Novels & Stories

Thunder boomed again. He made yet another lunge for me, this time throwing his body towards my injured foot. I hadn’t paid attention to the pain, and with the adrenaline of the fight, I easily jumped, pressing off the hardened sand and jumping back out of reach. He stumbled, and I rushed forward, jumping and stepping onto his back and leaping over him. I could hear the distant thunder rolling, and a possible wave of laughter from the crowd. But I could also hear him growling again, this time louder, as if eager to be heard through the echoing thunder.

The sound of snarls and growls filled the air as they fought, rolling across the forest floor in a vicious struggle. I stumbled back, trying to shield Jackson from the sight of the fight. I didn’t know what to do—there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the two of them battle, Ross clearly overpowering Coby. The fight was brutal, blood already staining the ground as Ross slashed at him mercilessly. Coby fought back with everything he had, but it was clear he was losing. I was frozen in place, terror gripping me as I realized Coby wouldn’t be able to hold Ross off for much longer. My mind raced, desperate to find a way out, but there was nothing—no

She’s cursing them, her voice loud and desperate, but they ignore her, focused on their dark ritual. I smell fear, anger and pain from her. Same as everyone. “Let me go, you bastards!” Dixie screams, struggling in their grip. “I’ll kill you all! Get off me!” At another corner, Ryder is fighting back with everything he’s got, his movements are blurry and it's with ferocity and desperation. He’s holding his own, but he’s outnumbered. “Hell no,” I mutter, as I rush to the scene. I dive into the scene, my fist connecting with the nearest Nardoo warrior’s jaw. The crunch of bone is satisfying, but there’s no time to relish it.

Ralph grabbed Wilbur by the neck with his arms, raising Wilbur into the air. Wilbur turned beetroot in the face as he struggled, and Ralph smirked. "I've met arrogant people before, but it's a first with someone as foolish as you." Ralph laughed voraciously, and Wilbur flipped his right hand around. The thunder cleaver appeared in his grasp, and Wilbur swung it down wildly. Both of Ralph's hands were chopped off as Wilbur was on the ground once more, clutching his own neck as his chest heaved. "Not bad, but I'd like to see how you're going to fight without your hands."

But it was useless, he wasn't fast enough and they were too close. They quickly lunged for him, tackling River to the ground. River cried out and the scarier-looking one punched him in the face. "Be quiet, and this will all be over soon!" The Rogue said and ripped River’s shirt off as the other tugged on his pants. River cried out, reaching for his pants to pull them back up and squirming away, trying his hardest to get away from them. This only resulted in another blow to his face and then another one, effectively making the Omega stop fighting to get away.

’ I sit there dumbstruck as X or should I say Leo Fucking Rossi beats the shit out of Panther as if he’s a fucking pansy, not a damn brutal killer. The crowd erupts into ear-splitting roars when Panther is knocked out cold and X raises his hands crossing his fingers in an X, making the crowd go wild and we stand up too, cheering wildly. My cousin is fucking X, why can’t I scream that shit out loud? I scream and holler in celebration of his win, yet he doesn’t say one word; simply turns and leaves the arena and I look at Royce, wanting to say so fucking much but I can’t! Not here!

Raff collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching his painful stomach. Rolf dashed towards Raff, where he collapsed down on the ground and extended a helping hand. "I hope you're doing well?" Well......."It's okay to lose sometimes, Raff," he replied gently. Raff, unable to swallow his pride and intoxicated by the taste of loss, took Rolf by the neck and threw him to the ground. Raff straddled Rolf, pouring down a succession of devastating blows, eliciting a scream from the audience. Rolf strained hopelessly against the attack, attempting to defend himself.

The heaviness in my chest was still there. My lungs burned as our pace quickened until finally we reached the front of the alley. Once we were out the front door, Ralph slowed down, his face was a mask of emotions, his eyes wild, as he scanned the crowd, as if the five guys that were back in that alley were going to find us in this huge crowd.

The howl which swept forth from him began low and eerie, gaining in tenor, and possessed of an echo as Joel joined him. Game on. There was no official bell or signal, no real warning other than their opponents snarling at the crowd before rushing across the cleared area in the jungle. Basic brawling, one-oh-one ? never take the brunt of a tackle head on. Kendrick sidestepped at the last moment and swept a foot out. One cat went tumbling, but the other knew to leap and thus kept his feet.

I point to the hole and then outside the window. "We are covered in all anger by those bastards of warriors!" I shrieked. "But we have to face them because that's what makes us mighty and fierce!" "Now! Go….." I screamed as I watched my warriors rush out. Some get killed immediately after they set their feet outside and others mix in with the crowd outside. Sounds of knives smashing against each other were heard and groans and painful cry was also heard. I stand inside on my spot with Allen and Ryan by my side observing what was happening.