Writing Fight Scenes
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Now to writing fight scenes. What makes a good fight scene in a book, a movie or a film? On some level it depends on the genre but there are certain things I look for no matter what. Even in crazy kung fu films or shows with effects like the Matrix had there still needs to be a certain realism and flow to the movements. In movies the actors, even if they are on wires, still need to look like they are jumping and fighting. Some of my favorite scenes are Jackie Chan films, the Gun Kata fight in Equilibrium, the sword work in Kill Bill and for sheer efficiency Robert Downey Jr.'s Sherlock in the movies. So, how do we translate a three dimensional fight description into text and make it flow and suck the readers in?
First, it helps to have friends that spar and to have sparred a little on your own. I have been lucky that I have spent a decent amount of time around martial arts experts and former military and have sparred myself so I know the logical flow of moves. Failing that knowledge I would say that you, as a writer, need to decide what type of fighting knowledge your character has. Are they a street brawler? A martial arts expert? A weapons expert? How do they handle themselves? Once you figure that out, watch movies or TV shows that feature those types of fighters on Netflix, DVD or any format where you can pause and play back, or look up scenes on YouTube. Then play the scenes over and over and transcribe it. Which way do the characters shift? How do they move their feet? Their arms? Describe the movement of the weapons? Then get up and move the way the characters are. Get a feel for the movement; get it into your mind. Once you have done that, you should be able to visualize it in your head enough to describe it. What makes fight scenes a challenge is writing them in an order that makes sense. I had to rewrite a rather complicated sparring scene (three characters, multiple weapons) about three times before I was happy with it.
I am very proud of and picky with my fight scenes and it's paid off. One thing I am repeatedly complimented on from martial artists, former special forces and others, is that my fight scenes are like watching a movie. In Honor Bound, the character Cesco is the main fighter. John and his sister Clara are close behind in skills but Cesco moves faster than normal and has heightened senses and as such is point man. In writing him I had to portray his competence, how his mind works and how his movements flow because his fighting skills and movement are such an integral part of who he is. I have several training weapons and I was literally doing the movements in slow motion in my living room as I wrote the scenes.
I think fight scenes can be overlooked in writing by a lot of people but if you have physical combat just stating “He punched him in the stomach, then kicked him,” almost seems trite. It's my belief that realistically describing a combat situation, even if it is a quick one, can bring quite a lot to a story and show another level of the character that may not have been evident before. How fast do they react? What are they perceiving when they fight? How you answer those questions can tell a reader much more about a character than a chapter of character development can.
I hope this little post makes you think both as a writer and a reader and that if you get the Honor Bound Series you will enjoy them. Please leave reviews when you finish reading!
Thank you! Kat
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Children and teens with unique abilities are being sold on the black market. When twins John and Clara made a vow several years ago to help children that had abilities, they never thought they would be forced to fight hardened criminals. Honor Bound Awakenings shows the beginning of the journey they and their friends from idealism to reality and what sacrifices they will be forced to make to keep their vow.
Picking up the moment Awakenings end – John and Clara are forced to choose which of them will continue to put themselves in the line of fire, Cesco has to make peace with what he may have to become to keep the others safe, Min-Ji confronts her painful past head on, Sarah and her family must learn to adapt to the results of her Awakening and Jessie has to struggle to keep the group emotionally stable.
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Sarah sat in the wreckage of the 6x9 dirty cell she had been confined to for the last five weeks. One of her rescuers handed her a coat. Her captors had prohibited her from wearing anything beyond a pair of underwear and a bra. After her attempt to conceal a weapon her second week they had ripped her pants and shirt off and beat her until she blacked out. She sat silently. Her emotions were numbed by constant abuse. She wasn’t able to believe that it was over. One of her rescuers, a girl named Jessie snapped a picture of her to send to someone. She didn’t care. Jessie walked up to her with a bottle of water.
“Do you want something to drink?”
Sarah looked at the bottle. In her mind she could see all the components that made up both the bottle and the water. Patterns swirled in perfect geometry -- she could turn that water into air, ice or using the carbon in the plastic any number of things. She looked closer at Jessie and saw even more possibilities. She had never considered turning people into things until she had been kidnapped. Once before the rescue she had tried it. They broke her brother’s legs in three places as punishment. Sarah reached out her hand, took the bottle of water and had a small drink.
“Where are they?” she asked Jessie.
“We tied them up. The police are on the way. It’s what we do. We’re sort of volunteer police. What’s your name?” Jessie replied.
“I won’t ask again,” Sarah said “Where are they?”
“Look, I know you want to hurt them but that won’t change anything.”
A bitter smile crossed Sarah's face. “That’s where you are wrong,” She placed the bottle of water on the ground and put her hand on the lid. As Jessie watched the bottle shifted, losing its transparency, it took on a more granular appearance and seemed to slowly collapse in on itself. Then as if all the bonds that held it together were snapped at the same time it turned into a pile of dirt. There was no water, no plastic, just dirt. “I’m Sarah and I want you to take me to them.”