The Outsiders Rumble Scene Novels & Stories

The crowd erupts as River stumbles backward dangerously close to the edge of the platform. “Rylan! Rylan!” some voices chant. River’s jaw tightens. His pride does not allow humiliation. With a roar, he charges forward recklessly, unleashing a flurry of punches. Rylan blocks two, absorbs one to the shoulder, then twists River’s arm and flips him over his hip. River slams hard onto the platform. The impact echoes. The people gasp loudly. River rolls just before Rylan’s fist crashes into the spot where his face had been. He scrambles up, breathing heavier now.

They managed to cut him off as he and Malachai readied themselves to fight. The Outsider engaging Delmar was not wielding any sword or bladed weapon. Instead, he attacked Delmar with a long, rusty shovel. With a sharp cry, he swung the shovel at Delmar’s head. Delmar managed to duck in time to feel the wind of the shovel as it passed over his head. By the time he regained his stance, the Outsider turned himself around and jabbed at Delmar’s stomach with the other end of the rusty tool. Delmar grunted and mistakenly dropped his weapons again. The jab knocked him back a few steps, but Delmar managed to snatch hold of the shovel’s handle. He pulled his opponent toward him and the two of them be

He punched Todd and said, “I’m sorry. For 100 million, you’ll be going down.” Boom! Suddenly, Rick switched from defense to attack. He stopped backing away and met Todd’s punch with a punch of his own! Rumble! Their fists collided. A dazzling energy fluctuation and a terrifying aura erupted! Everyone thought Rick would be sent flying. However, they were shocked to find Todd, who had been taking the upper hand, flying out instead. He crashed heavily on stage, fell on the edge, and almost rolled down!

He was knocked down, then got up again. If this had been the old me, I might have been moved. But now, thinking of how filthy and rotten he had become, I only looked away in disgust. I could not turn off the television, so I put on a coat and went outside for some air. Unexpectedly, Vivian came straight toward me, furious and cursing. "Stella! Look what you've done! "Julian is about to be beaten to death, and you're just strolling around here? Do you have any conscience at all?"

Roland, a big scruffy looking bully yelled down at me. I stood up quickly, muttering some apologies as I tried to collect my things from the floor. My face burned with embarrassment as a crowd gathered and a lot of them laughing. “Did you hear what I said?” Roland shouted, shoving me and almost sending me flying again when I felt someone’s hands against my back, pushing me back to my place. I felt my face sweat as I looked around. Several students were snickering, although some looked sympathetic, but no one helped me.

Oliver countered with his movements fluid despite the growing pain in his abdomen. The fight was grueling, each blow landing with bone-jarring force. Sweat dripped down Oliver’s face as he pushed through the pain, his thoughts drifting to Annabel. Her encouragement, her unwavering belief in him, fueled his resolve. He couldn’t fail her, not now, not ever. With a surge of determination, Oliver landed a decisive uppercut, followed by a spinning kick that sent Kane to the ground. The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing across the training grounds. Oliver extended a hand to Kane, who took it with a nod of respect.

His growl rumbling deep within with crimson red eyes. The men quickly dropped me off, moving back quickly. The first man pulled out a rifle and shot a few shots into the air but Roland was faster. He ran on all fours, his furs white as snow. He pounced on the first man knocking out the gun from his hands. He growled over him, his teeth knocked in agitation as heavy drops of Salvia dropped from the both sides of his mouth. “It's okay Roland, it's okay,” I managed to say as I laid on the floor.

And I’m the damn prize they’re fighting over. Oliver scores once. Passes for another touchdown. Leads his team like a general. The pre-selects aren’t perfect—hell, some of them can barely keep up—but Oliver makes up for it. Reads the field like it’s in slow motion. Takes hits without backing down. Zane answers with fire. A touchdown. A sack on defense. A brutal shoulder-to-shoulder collision with Oliver during a scramble that leaves both of them slow to get up. But neither walks away.

David roared, spit flying from his mouth. Alex, staggering from the blows, managed to shove David back, blood streaming from his lip. He grinned viciously. "What’s the matter, Davey? Daddy’s little boy can’t handle the truth?" Alex taunted, lunging at David. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, rolling and smashing into furniture as they fought savagely. Avery stood frozen, horrified by the violence, but a part of her understood David's need for vengeance. With a burst of strength, Alex pinned David to the ground, raining blows on his face until his knuckles were slick with blood.

Timothy Roxanne appeared in the doorway, angrily looking at the uninvited guest, Jasper Frank. Jasper Frank looked at Timothy Roxanne, then at Linnea Rivera, then slowly followed Timothy Roxanne. Neither of the two men spoke. Timothy Roxanne takes Jasper Frank to a place where no one goes. Then turned around, threw a punch at Jasper Frank, Jasper Frank was hurt but didn't fight back. Timothy Roxanne punched Jasper Frank again. Jasper Frank remained the same and did not fight back until Timothy Roxanne was tired of fighting, and when Timothy Roxanne saw him fall to the ground, he became angry and said: "Why not fight back? Aren't you good at fighting?"