Anyway, I searched around for an image to write about and came across the one below. I’m gonna try something a little different and write a fight scene. Let’s see if I can do it!
She breathed short controlled breaths. Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage. Her muscles, coiled and ready. Her weapons, positioned at her sides.
The air crackled with energy, and all creatures fell silent as if they knew…
Knew what she knew…that today she would die…
She was not afraid.
Dawn had come and she knew this was the day of days. She knew they would come for her. The wind tossled her hair wildly around her face and her eyes burned with malice she would not allow herself to deny. She would hate, and it would consume her, and she would use it.
She placed one foot in front of the other and headed towards him, her blades heavy in her hands, making her muscles burn. She ignored their weight, conscious only of them being an extension of her arms. She rotated one wrist, arcing the weapon in a circle, then repeated the move with the other.
He watched her, his lips curled in a sardonic, malicious grin.
How she hated that smile.
Close enough now to smell the stink of him, she dropped into a fighting stance. Her blades at the ready.
His smile grew larger, showing a row of broken, ragged, rotting teeth. He raised his large, menacing blade.
“You are either very brave or very stupid,” he said, as he began to circle her.
She pivoted, never taking her eyes off him. “I am neither. But perhaps you should talk less and fight more.” That raised a chuckle from his men.
With a roar he swung his blade high and then down, connecting hard with hers and driving her to her knees. He raised his arms again and she dropped and rolled away as he swung, his blade glancing off a rock, sending a spray of sparks. He relentlessly followed her, driving his sword down onto hers over and over, keeping her on the defensive.
She blocked. She parried. But, he pushed her farther and farther back. Her muscles screamed in agony, but she would never let him see any weakness. She spun around and dived into a tuck and roll, coming out onto her feet again. But he was bigger, faster, and before she could regain a defending position, he was upon her. And with that hateful smile, he drove his blade to the hilt into her midsection. She stared at the steel protruding from her body, her life’s blood seeping from the edges of the wound.
He leaned in close, his face mere inches from hers, his breath making her gag.
“Such a waste,” he said softly, touching her cheek, smearing the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
“At least I am not a fool,” she whispered, and with that, she drove a small dagger into his heart.
He didn’t even have time to look stunned, he just dropped heavily to the ground in a heap. Without him holding her upright, she toppled and fell next to him. She could hear a flurry of voices and activity, but she barely noticed. Instead, she stared into the vacant eyes of her enemy. She could feel herself slipping away, but this time…it was her turn to smile.
This scene coulda been way longer, but I held back a bit, as this is only an exercise, but it was so much fun!