Snippets and Sneak Peeks (Chapter 3) Pt. 3 (Patreon)

Hey guys! I planned on posting a progress update tonight, but I haven't had the time to properly write the post yet and it's already very late at night for me here, so I'm gonna switch it with another sneak peek that should've been released tomorrow. This week's progress update should be up by tomorrow night (GMT +8).

This sneak peek is actually the very first full action scene I've ever written for anything. As I've touched upon in the latest Progresss Update, I have planned eight different variations of how this action scene will play out based on reader's choice and some can be affected by MC's stats (which I might explain more in the next Progress Update) and this is one of them.

In this sneak peek, the scene featured is if high-combat and high-grav MC decides to neutralize their enemies using a mix of CQC (Close Quarter Combat) and gravikinesis. It's a bit longer than I first expected, but I had a blast writing it. Let me know what you guys think about it on the comment section or on my discord!

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You pull out the combat knife that Ash gifted you just last night from its holster, grip it, and get into a stance. Your eyes scan the enemies and start to categorize the high-priority ones that you should neutralize first, namely the two goons who are taking out their pistols. Once they are dealt with, it should be easier to fight close quarters with the two remaining ones who are going to be fighting close quarter as well.

Deciding on your first target, you rush—or more like leap—towards him, closing the distance in just one big stride, lowering the gravity pull on your limbs and body. He's shocked by your inhuman speed and tries to step back while raising his pistol at the same time. Your left hand strikes out like a cobra and grabs his wrist, your right hand comes next, plunging the combat knife straight into his wrist.

He cries out in pain and drops the gun he's holding. Giving him no chance to recover, you pull his body towards you, giving you momentum as you drag the still embedded knife up along the length of his arm. You must've hit one of his major arteries since you feel the warm blood spurting on the left side of your torso, drenching your clothes, making them stick to your skin; you ignore it.

As soon as your knife hit his shoulder, you pull out, spin the knife, before punching it up the space between his chin and neck, putting extra force behind the thrust by increasing the pull of gravity on the knife upwards. The knife goes straight up his jaw and skewering through the roof of his mouth. You barely feel the resistance as your knife pierces the poor guy's head like hot knife through butter, thanks to the mix of the extra force and the new knife's sharp edge.

The man's face is frozen in half-shock and half-scream, blood quickly pooling from his mouth and flows out into his chin, floor, and your wrist. You cringe a bit in disgust before holding his head and wrenching your knife out; more blood starts pouring out, but you already kick his body away from you before it can drench you even further.

The other pistol-bearing goon stands there shocked, but quickly snaps out of it as you turn towards her. This time, she raises her pistol, takes an aim at you, and pulls the trigger. You lighten your gravity pull again and duck to the side with an almost inhuman reflex, before rushing forward. She shoots a couple more rounds, but you dodge all of them with ease, her eyes and reflexes can't keep up with your swifter movement.

In a blink of an eye, you get into her personal space, and spinning the knife into a backwards grip, you slash it across her exposed neck. At first, only a red line forms, but not even a second later, the blood starts pouring out of it like one of those artificial waterfalls. She instinctively lets go of her pistol and grabs at her neck instead, trying in vain to stem the bleeding. You take the opportunity to plunge your knife into her chest; she opens her mouth to scream, but only a gurgle of blood comes out. You kick her away from you to free your knife from being stuck in between her rib cage.

You notice that she's still alive, writhing on the ground like a worm. You step closer and bringing up your right foot, you increase the downward gravity pull on your leg just as it moves downwards. You hear a sickening crunch and you can feel her facial bones caves in underneath the soles of your shoe as you stomp on her face. She immediately goes limp and blood starts to pool underneath your foot, spreading rapidly on the floor.

You glance up and see one of the two remaining goons hesitate, the one wielding a switchblade is closer to you and you can see the slight tremors running down his body. The other one with the claws yell as she rushes at you, and it seems to give the other guy a burst of bravery as he also joins the Hail Mary rush, shouting out his own war-scream.

Making a split second decision, you launch your combat knife at the guy, putting in extra force by increasing the gravity pull on the knife as it sails towards him. His eyes widened but it's too late for him to stop or swerve out of the way. The knife hits his forehead and pierces through it until only the handle is visible. The dead man's rush halts and he takes a couple of staggering steps instinctively, the body seems to have not caught up completely to the fact that the brain is most likely already dead. He topples over face first onto the floor, switchblade clattering uselessly out of the limp fingers.

"You bastard! I'll make you pay for that!" a shrill voice screeches out at you and you can hear the mixture of rage and sorrow clear in the pained voice.

You turn just in time to face the last goon, evading the swipe of her sharp claws deftly. Seeing that you don't have any weapons right now, she decides to press her attacks relentlessly. You're forced on the defense, dodging under her deadly swipes and trying to get to some sort of distance from her, which she doesn't let you do. 

She might be smaller in stature compared to the other goons, but she's certainly better in combat than all of them. Her reflexes and movements are fast like a cat's, and were it not for your proficiency in close quarter combat supported by your smart usage of gravikinesis, her hits might have landed at least once and you would be bleeding right now.

Left with no choice, you hold out your hand in the direction of the other guy's corpse, concentrating on pulling his switchblade towards you while keeping up with her assaults. A second later, the switchblade sails through the air and accidentally slashes across her right cheek, before finally landing on your outstretched and open hand. That seems to make her stop for a second as she yelps in pain, reaching up to touch the wound.

This time, you're the one who takes advantage of her momentary distraction as you press your attacks with the switchblade, only managing to create numerous shallow cuts here and there as she tries to evade and keep up with your swifter movement; at least now you're keeping her on the back foot.

The small wounds take toll on her and soon her movements start to slow until she makes a misstep. She flails as she tries to regain her balance. You grab her flailing arms and pull her towards you before you grab her torso. Lightening her weight, you easily lift her up in the air as if she weighs nothing more than a pillow, before you bring her down harder, increasing the gravity pull, just in time for you to bring your knee up. You hear the snapping and the crunching first before you register the feeling of her spine breaking into two as it collides with your knee. She can't even scream, only a breathless gasp comes out of her mouth.

Letting go of her, you let her drop front first on the floor before striding over to the previous guy's dead body to yank your combat knife out of his skull. Crouching by his body, you clean both sides of the blade on his white shirt before you notice that the petite woman is still alive. She seems to be paralyzed from the waist down, but still she drags herself towards the leader who's standing on the doorway now, away from the killing grounds.

You sigh before standing up again and walks casually towards her. She seems to hear your approaching footsteps and redoubles her effort in desperation. You stomp your right foot on her broken spine, and feel the broken shards crunching against each other. She screeches in fear as you bend down and grabs her hair, pulling her head backwards and slashes your newly-cleaned knife across her exposed throat, blood spraying wildly as the knife's edge cuts clean through her jugulars and her screech morphs into gurgles.

Letting go of her head, you let her bleed on the floor as you stand up and glares at your next and last target, the leader. His eyes are wide open in horror, and as soon as his eyes met yours, he seems to snap out of his daze as he scrambles towards the suite's door, pulling out his phone, maybe to call for backup.