White Clad Noble Boss Fight Novels & Stories

The metallic cuff echoed as soon as it hits the floor. "Now stri---" With the cuffs no longer restraining him, Tales swiftly retrieved a knife from his pocket, his eyes filled with determination. Moving decisively, he lunged at the boss, aiming to alter the course of the developing scenario but the elusive figure skillfully dodged each move. A dance of evasion unfolded in the dimly lit room, as the boss sidestepped, ducked, and weaved effortlessly, avoiding every attempt by Tales to land a strike. The tension in the air grew as Tales struggled to land a hit, while the boss stayed in control of the situation.

At least six people rushed out of the bushes at breakneck speed, besieging Alex and the Mystic Maiden at once. Judging from the outfits, they were neither the Olympus Tribe people nor the trialists of Galaxy Nova. Everyone wore the same battle robes, distinguished by only black and white. There were four black and two white outfits among the six people. From the differences in their actions, the ones in black outfits should be males, whereas those in white outfits were females. Underneath the battle robes, they were the same as them—they were all skeletons. Whoosh! Alex took out his Athena’s Golden Spear.

In the vast, gloomy clearing, the two groups met for the impending battle. The air was thick with tension; eyes gleamed with the determination of each individual. On Kratos' side, the bloodthirsty vampires were positioned in formation, ready to attack. At his side, Marcos, Nolan's father, led the rogue wolves who had betrayed their own people in pursuit of power.

I mouthed. At that moment, the chieftain sprinted towards Clairmont, with a long and heavy looking blade raised high above his head, ready to decapitate everything in its path. Clairmont pulled the sleeve of his left hand to reveal his forearm, and seconds before the blade fell on the two of us, the skin of his exposed forearm turned into a black and dark brown scale, the colour of obsidian.

"They are Clever, Natasha, Deinsleff, and Chloe. The two teams were just walking around the forest when they suddenly heard a fight. They went towards it and were shocked to see an S-ranked boss with three women attacking it. "Woah! What the hell? Who are they?" Deinsleff pointed at the three women fighting the S-ranked boss. Clever frowned as he looked at the huge monster."Besides that, what is an S-ranked boss doing here?" "That's what I thought, too." Maximo stared at the three women.

He folded his arms. Blake did not like this news. If Stefan was Prince Ammon Ipos, it would be quite a showdown in order to keep Clarissa on her path to King Righ. If Clarissa knew he was in the city, would she want to go with him? A man in a plain black cloak hurried over to them. “He is fighting the city’s boss. What do you want us to do?” What luck was that? The man couldn’t help questing even when he was already on a high level top priority quest.

He needed to end things quick and concentrate on the main problem "Leader there's no sign of the third master or the big boss what do we do???" "What!!!" Klout replied as he kept on invading the attacks thrown at him, husvgun had been long kicked out of his hands so now he had to attack with fists, judging by his expression and slight confusion it gave the other man a chance to Capitalize and give him a punch which threw him back almost falling to the ground, touching his lips and seeing it was bleeding Klout smirked as he licked the blood "Let me guess seems like your big boss might be joining me in hell afterall isn't it?? Or wait he's already in hell"

Her once-white dress began to stain crimson again, and the gash on the Headless Boss’s neck started to widen. It was clear a fight was about to break out and I was caught right in the middle.

His hands glowed with a dark, greasy purple light. "You are too late, Alpha," the leader sneered, looking at Kian. "The poison is already waking up." "Shut it down," Kian demanded, stepping forward with his sword raised. "Make us," the leader replied. He gestured to the three remaining fighters. "Kill them." Two of the cloaked men lunged at Kian, their blades flashing in the dim light. Kian parried the first strike with a loud clang of metal, his physical strength pushing the attacker back into the shallow water.

"Some people build walls because they've been hurt." I snorted. "Alexander Kane? Hurt? The man is made of ice." "Even ice can melt." I didn't have a response to that. "Forget about your boss," Sir said. His voice dropped lower. "Tonight is about us. About you. I've been thinking about you all day. About what's under that suit." The heat returned. Instant and demanding. "Yes, Sir?" "Take off the robe." I did. Let it fall to the floor. Sat before the camera in nothing but skin.