18. Dark Influences
Mac stood over frost, a foot planted firmly on his chest plate, which had cracked from the impact.
Chapter 1 - Omega Strikes
He says to her, all the while holding back omega's fist from pushing forward. vulpa looks at him, his eye turning to look over his shoulder at her. she hesitantly nods, getting back up to her feet. "i... i understand...
Mirror Match
Mikayla raised her fist triumphantly, the very same fist that just left garrett half a man, and basked in the adoration of the crowd.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 4.7 - The Light in the Tunnel
When rock pulled back his murderous fist, sano lunged with all his might and threw the silverspike above him, flying high before crunching down on sano's foot in a rising kick.
Track Team Throw Down
He could tell it had caught him by surprise and relished the feel of his foot sinking into his belly. "hoooph! uuft!" the fox buckled around his foot folding in half. his knees wobbled a bit before he dropped down on all fours.
The Jigsaw's Prison
Lowe groans a little and stomps one of his feet. a bad memory, and yet another clear sign of how much this madman knows.
The Early Morning Rays
His own fist curled, with those orbs rotating about his fist with a rapid growing pace.
Runaways Chapter one: The trigger’s been pulled; it has signaled a new start.
He growled louder now as his fist swung forward at full speed. i watched his fist the entire trip to my muzzle. time seemed to slow, not in that cinema way, but i could see his fist as if i were watching a frame by frame recording.
Back for More
The coyote moved his foot over the wolf's belly. he gave one hard press, squeezing the wolf's guts between his foot and the ground. "mmmmm!" mase groaned.
Sucker Punch [Commission]
Adrian extended a hand to help his opponent to his feet, but don knocked it back. "cut it out!" the greyhound coughed, struggling to hold his balance while he climbed back to his feet on his own terms. "i don't need your stinking paws!"
Brothers 2
I walked over till we were just a few feet away from each other. i noticed he clenched his fist tightly before throwing a punch at me with his left fist. i blocked with my right forearm bracing it wish my left hand. "so you can defend yourself."
Alisaria's New Favorite Bar
Grind fist steps over, smiling, scratching the side of his head. "you... you want to do something else?" he has his jeans on one paw, and drops them at the foot of the bed, reaching down to pet her ears. alisaria smiles. "like what?"