Romans & histoires I Cast Fist

"Watch your mouth, freshman. I tolerate you because you're fast. But out here, you're nothing but a fragile little thing playing a man's game. Don't push your luck." The arrogance. The sheer, unadulterated condescension. It snapped the final thread of my control. All the exhaustion of the secret, the burning pain in my hands, and the fury of being dismissed because of my size fused into a single, explosive impulse. Before I could think, before my brain could scream a warning, my right fist flew. My knuckles connected squarely with Cassian's jaw. Crack. The sound echoed across the silent field. The impact sent a jarring shockwave up my arm, but I didn't care. Cassian’s head snapped to the sid

I was Kneeling down on the floor, a soft smile on my face as I extended my hand to him, palm facing up. "Come on ," I said softly. "Let's try to shake hands. Can you do that for me?" He looked at my extended hand, his head cocked to the side in curious confusion. He seemed curious about the new experience and slowly raised his head, placing it gently against my hand. I laughed. My heart melted at the sight. Lucas chuckled behind me. He was sitting on the couch leaning back against it, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. " I don't think you teach a black Panther to shake hands ”

The man had shown him in the previous evening he was here. " Hello, " Trent greeted with a polite smile which was not returned. Castro didn't trust the man in front of him. He knows his kind and though he may not know what his business here might be he still doesn't like him. " Mr. Clark is expecting me, " Trent told the butler when he got no response to his greeting. Castro turned in silence and headed back inside expecting the young man to follow. " What is his problem? " Trent grumbled under his voice and followed him?

My fist felt numb from punching the bitch. “Next time don't mess with me”

However, I was too angry to listen to any reason and agreed to give him a single punch. "I will do it." I got into a stance that the fighters in my fighting games always did, and stretch my arm far back from my body as my hand formed a fist. I took a deep breath, and gathered all my hatred that I harbor towards him in this single fist that I'll throw. Then, I swung my hand to him. While my fist was flying to Ricky Kruger's face, I heard the voice of my friends as they yelled a NO while they ran towards me. But it was too late, as my fist had already landed on his face, and inched him backwards for a bit.

The flesh around the arms were splattered as if it had been bombarded by canons and turned into minced meat. He was the legendary Hades Li of the Iron Fist! His fists were supposed to be so strong that it could shatter granite! Any human being’s body would have turned into mush in a single punch. On the contrary, why was it that Charlie’s punch seemed to make his Iron Fist look like tofu? A single punch from Charlie and the fight came to an end. Which one among the two was the real Iron Fist user?!

"I will. I promise. " "You better." My fist was clenched as I watched Orlando let go of his throat without waisting another second I pulled back my arm and aimed at his face. My fist shot passed Orlando and landed straight on Cassidy's face. Orlando looked over my shoulder and looked at me. He looked into my angered eyes and he knew right then and tweed I was vexed to high hell and there was no stopping me. He sidestepped letting me take center stage. Cassidy looked after me confused, his lip bleeding.

Celeste fisted her hands, not giving Liam a chance to back out as she quickly threw her punch, her aim; his nose. Liam stumbled back, hands fast to cover the injured area. "Holy f*ck..what the..?! Am I bleeding right now?" Fredd nodded. "I suppose so." Celeste dropped her hands at her sides. "Lesson number one as per my teacher: never underestimate anybody who claims to be a fighter... Lesson number two: This girl punches so quick that you won't be able to even see it coming." "What kind of lessons are those? Who the f*ck is your teacher."

Senior Crushing Stars, the First Leader of the Three Kings Hall, couldn't help but grow cold when he heard this! "Bastard!" Senior Crushing Stars stared angrily at Lucas. Lucas smiled faintly, saying, "You're just trying to win verbally. You're just a pitiful ant." Senior Crushing Stars was enraged. Then, the First Leader of the Three Kings Hall, Senior Crushing Stars, raised his fist and shouted angrily, "Soaring Wolf King Fist!" Greed appeared on Senior Crushing Stars' fist after his words! "Bang...!" Senior Crushing Stars' fist rocketed toward Lucas. Suddenly, the Greedy Tiger on his fist turned into countless phantoms and flew toward Lucas.