QuietKnight
Dreamer
Alright guys, so I'm working on a story with multiple fight scenes and I am hoping to get some feedback on them. After reading tips on writing a good fight scene, which said to be vague and leave the fight up to the readers imagination, I am worried my scenes are too detailed. I prefer them that way, but I am wondering how others feel about them. Thanks in advance! Here are the scenes.
Taryn took in a deep breath through her nose and blew it out between tight lips, then took up a stance that put her feet shoulder width apart and raised her sword defensively. The swordsman swung the sword in a figure eight, starting towards his left hip and around his shoulder, then towards his right hip and up around his right shoulder before hesitantly bringing the sword down on Taryn. She quickly sidestepped to his left and made her own attack towards the man’s back, but he spun with incredible speed and blocked her blade before it could connect. They continued to grapple like this, neither able to land a blow and both becoming increasingly frustrated, until Brogan intervened.
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It only took her a moment to recover, and by then the mouse-haired man had drawn a knife and was rushing toward her again. He faltered a step when her hood fell back and revealed her face, but he didn’t stop. She readied herself for his attack, brandishing her own knife and raising her left hand in defense. His first strike was obvious and she sidestepped him easily, punching him in the back of the head, the knife adding weight to the strike. He stumbled a few steps, then turned and instead of running at her again, he began to circle her, looking for a weakness. She faced him, waiting, but when her back turned to the wagon, his father grabbed her from behind, one arm around her neck and one around her wrist, keeping her from stabbing him.
Seeing that his father was holding her, the younger man smiled and made his way toward them, but before he could get there, Taryn stomped on her captor’s foot with all of her might and threw her head back into his nose. He howled in pain and grabbed his bleeding nose with both hands, while she ducked under the younger man’s slashing attack and jammed the butt of her knife in the soft spot on the side of his thigh as he passed under his arm. He went down on one knee and she kneed him in the side of the head so that he fell down on his side. The older man had recovered and was stepping toward her, somewhat gingerly, and she rushed to meet him, landing a punch to his gut, then grabbed his grey hair and forced his head into contact with her knee.
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She drew her own blade and braced herself for his attack, which came at her from above. His blow hit her with surprising force – she had been under the impression he might take it easy on her. Gritting her teeth, she gripped her sword with both hands and shoved him backwards with everything she had. He stepped back, slightly unbalanced, before swinging at her again, which she danced out of the way of before returning the favor. Milo stopped her blade with his bracer, where it slid right into the hook designed exactly for that purpose. Without giving him a chance to twist the weapon out of her hands, she abandoned it and drew her knife instead, slipping around him and jumping on his back. She put the point of her knife to his throat.
Taryn took in a deep breath through her nose and blew it out between tight lips, then took up a stance that put her feet shoulder width apart and raised her sword defensively. The swordsman swung the sword in a figure eight, starting towards his left hip and around his shoulder, then towards his right hip and up around his right shoulder before hesitantly bringing the sword down on Taryn. She quickly sidestepped to his left and made her own attack towards the man’s back, but he spun with incredible speed and blocked her blade before it could connect. They continued to grapple like this, neither able to land a blow and both becoming increasingly frustrated, until Brogan intervened.
***
It only took her a moment to recover, and by then the mouse-haired man had drawn a knife and was rushing toward her again. He faltered a step when her hood fell back and revealed her face, but he didn’t stop. She readied herself for his attack, brandishing her own knife and raising her left hand in defense. His first strike was obvious and she sidestepped him easily, punching him in the back of the head, the knife adding weight to the strike. He stumbled a few steps, then turned and instead of running at her again, he began to circle her, looking for a weakness. She faced him, waiting, but when her back turned to the wagon, his father grabbed her from behind, one arm around her neck and one around her wrist, keeping her from stabbing him.
Seeing that his father was holding her, the younger man smiled and made his way toward them, but before he could get there, Taryn stomped on her captor’s foot with all of her might and threw her head back into his nose. He howled in pain and grabbed his bleeding nose with both hands, while she ducked under the younger man’s slashing attack and jammed the butt of her knife in the soft spot on the side of his thigh as he passed under his arm. He went down on one knee and she kneed him in the side of the head so that he fell down on his side. The older man had recovered and was stepping toward her, somewhat gingerly, and she rushed to meet him, landing a punch to his gut, then grabbed his grey hair and forced his head into contact with her knee.
***
She drew her own blade and braced herself for his attack, which came at her from above. His blow hit her with surprising force – she had been under the impression he might take it easy on her. Gritting her teeth, she gripped her sword with both hands and shoved him backwards with everything she had. He stepped back, slightly unbalanced, before swinging at her again, which she danced out of the way of before returning the favor. Milo stopped her blade with his bracer, where it slid right into the hook designed exactly for that purpose. Without giving him a chance to twist the weapon out of her hands, she abandoned it and drew her knife instead, slipping around him and jumping on his back. She put the point of her knife to his throat.