Slowly walking forward, my fear overwhelming me as I used my arms as a shield against the impending strike. I will have to take one... just one attack! I steeled myself for what was to come. Allison, ever cautious, stayed where she was, her eyes never leaving mine. She threw a snap jab. It was quick for her size, but I could react to it. I extended my left arm and rolled her fist off, feeling the impact resonate through my nearly fractured bones. Near my hip, I charged a devastating technique. This is something I wanted to save for Arnold, but I have to use it here. I had trained this motion countless times to even reach a beginner's level. Tensing the muscles around my fist, I felt the surge of power that this technique brought, dramatically increasing its attack potency. Allison was open, her other hand slowly trying to cover her stomach, where I was aiming. It's useless!
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Hashigana Style Secret Technique: God Fist
- The user tenses the muscles on their fist before throwing a punch, dramatically increasing its attack potency.
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I shot forward with all I had, every muscle in my body channeling my power towards her. My fist connected with her abs, the impact sending a shockwave through her body. She crashed backward and hit her back on the door, the sound echoing in the room. She held the point of impact, her face full of shock and pain. Even with her insane endurance, that had to put us on an even playing field. She yelled, "What was that?! Did you do partial training too?" I mocked her, a smirk playing on my lips, "Nah, I just learned from the best." I raised my fist, making a show of it to indicate that I could do it some more. In reality, I could not. She had already hurt this arm, and this technique was only able to be used three times before the strain became too much. If you use it more than that, you'll never be able to form a fist again.
I'm still scared of her power, though. If she hits me once more, I won't be able to stand. I need to use even more of these techniques. I spread my arms out to the side, inviting her to charge in, "Come on, baby. Give me a hug!" She raised her head, a fierce determination in her eyes, and charged in, pushing out her shoulder. Pivoting my foot, I watched as she continued her relentless advance. At the last moment, I slipped to the side, extending my left leg to trip her. She fell for it hook, line, and sinker, stumbling over my leg and crashing into the kitchen counter. She shook her head for a moment, trying to clear the dizziness, and ended up lying on her back on the cold marble.
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Hashigana Style Secret Technique: Apex Knee Drive
- The user sprints to an enemy and delivers a flying knee, with disregard for their own safety.
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My knee flew right into her face with brutal force, and I felt the sickening crunch as some of her teeth fell out. Blood spattered across the kitchen, but before I could see the full repercussions of my attack, I was propelled over the counter and into the kitchen shelves. Utensils and debris flew everywhere, the clatter echoing around the room, but I was mostly fine, save for a few bruises. I rolled down onto the floor, groaning, and slowly stood up, my body aching and my heart pounding. Allison made no noise when getting hurt, which was eerie, and a cold fear gripped my heart as I wondered if I had gone too far. I slowly walked around the counter, each step filled with trepidation, and saw her eyes closed and blood everywhere. Her nose was definitely broken, her face a mess of bruises and blood. I raised my leg up to fire a side kick as insurance, but just as I was about to strike, she suddenly shot to life, her eyes snapping open.
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She skirted around me, kicking up some dust, heading back to where the couch and TV were. You want to continue? Looking over myself and the battle scars that marked my body, I was worried. Could I finish her if even that didn't do it? No... I have one more. Allison yelled in rage, raising her hands to fight one last time. Her eyes were filled with a will to live, her body tense and ready for another round. She moved in, her footsteps echoing in the room. I have one more... As she closed the distance between us, I braced myself for the final confrontation. My body screamed in protest with every movement, but I pushed the pain aside. This was it. The last technique I had been saving, the one that has to bring her down. I focused all my energy, every ounce of strength left in me, preparing to unleash it.
Allison threw a heavy jab, and it nicked my shoulder. The impact sent a sharp pain radiating down my arm, and I could feel a bruise forming rapidly under the skin. Her power... it's still insane! After all the damage she's taken, her power hasn't decreased at all! Her physicality could not be explained. I followed the flow of force, letting the blow turn me as it just had that much power. Spinning on my heel, I completed a full three-sixty, using the momentum to my advantage. With much of the power I had left, I backhanded her in her left cheek, the sound of the strike surprising even myself.
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Hashigana Style: Breathing Backhand
- When hit with an extremely powerful blow, follow the impact and counter backhand.
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She recoiled from the blow, losing her balance and stumbling backward. Her feet tangled with the legs of the nearby table, and she tripped, crashing to her knees. Blood trickled from various cuts and bruises, her figure trembling with a mix of pain and unbridled rage. I looked at her pitiful state, brought to this by someone she once loved, and a cruel laugh escaped my lips. I couldn't resist mocking her in her final moments. "Jordan cried like a bitch." I sneered, knowing it was a lie but hoping it would enrage her enough for me to finish this. Her eyes blazed with fury as she let out a primal scream, grabbing the table with one hand. She lifted it with surprising strength and charged at me, using the wooden table as a makeshift shield.
The table barreled toward me with alarming speed, and I knew that a direct hit, even from a wooden table, would do me in. Just as the table was about to collide with me, I jumped into the air, vaulting over her right shoulder and completely dodging her charge. She dropped the table with a thud, quickly swiveling to face me. As she turned, I was already preparing my next move.
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Hashigana Style Ultimate Technique: Death's Whisper
- When an enemy is weakened, throw a hard uppercut into their throat to stop their breathing, permanently.
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When we made eye contact for the last time, her eyes burning with hatred, I threw an absolute right uppercut into her throat cartilage. My fist connected with pure brutality, denting her throat. She gasped, a choked, gurgling sound escaping her lips before she crashed onto the ground. I stood over her, my breathing heavy, watching as the life drained from her eyes. Her body lay still, a stark contrast to the rage-fueled fury she had exhibited moments before. I looked over her coldly, my emotions a mix of satisfaction and lingering resentment. "Good riddance." I muttered, my voice devoid of sympathy. "I only wish you felt more pain before you died."