How to Write a Fight Scene

The man approaches and I sense danger. His fists go up. Mine follow. I crouch. He bounces on his toes. I can feel the punch before he throws it and step into his swing. I feel the fist connect to the side of head.

I push past the fear and adrenaline surging through my system. I push past the pain in my temple and ringing in my ears.

I don’t want to get punched again. I want control over his arms. I want to take him down.

I reach out to grab his wrist. I want to twist and get leverage make him stare at the floor while I debate what next to do.

I’m not a fighter. I don’t want to punch and hurt and potentially kill this man, but my gambit doesn’t pay off. I miss my grab and he throws another punch and then another.

I feel my upper lip sink into my top teeth. I feel my nose snap. I taste blood. I see dark splotches in the corners of my eyes. I breathe hard raspy breaths. I am on the verge of hyperventilating.

Another punch takes me down to a knee then he starts kicking. I get a size twelve in the stomach and then one in the solar plexus.

I can’t breathe.

I fall over.

The sharp toed loafers don’t stop landing kicks.

I feel bruised.

My ribs feel broken.

Maybe the fight takes only a few seconds, but when the blows stop the man leans down and lifts me up by the shirt collar. I hear ripping fabric and his voice in my left ear, “that’s how you write a fight scene, mother fucker, Capese?”

 

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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