Taramoc
August 27th, 2006, 10:24 PM
Hi all.
I'm writing a fantasy novel and I'm not sure which direction I want to go when it comes to writing combat scenes.
I have written the same scene in two different styles. The first one is more verbose and cerebral in a way, in which every move is explained and analized. I'm afraid that it may result being a bit boring.
The second one is much shorter and visual, but I feel it's missing something in terms of depth.
Which one you prefer? Any advice you can give me? Only things you need to know is that Nidal is a Sarathian and he is attacked by two members of the Coral, a secret agency, disguised as beggars.
In general I'm interested on the way other writers approach combat scenes, so please share anything you want on this topic.
Thanks in advance for any feedback.
Style 1 - Long
When he was a few steps away from one of the beggars, he realized that he was still holding the cup. He dropped the few coins inside into the extended hand of the beggar and threw it on the ground. As the beggar thanked him with a grunt, he sensed something moving behind his back and instinctively raised the branch he was using as a cane, saving his life.
The other beggar had sprung up, unsheathed a hidden sword and attacked him with a fluid motion. His blade hit the branch but instead of shattering it, was met with unexpected strength.
The first beggar dropped the coins that clattered down the staircase and a long dagger appeared on his hand, aimed straight for Nidal’s heart. The Sarathian managed to extract a hidden blade from his wrist and deflected the dagger just in time. The blade scratched him just above the waist and he grimaced with pain.
My disguise wasn’t that original, he surprised himself thinking while he twisted around tapping the first beggar on the head with the club and trying to slash the second one with the short dagger now firmly in his hand. He missed him, but he managed to climb a couple of steps and was now looking at the two aggressors from above. The turning motion had sent flying what seemed a big piece of the branch, but it was just a carefully crafted scabbard. Inside the branch was hidden a long and sharp blade, and now Nidal was holding it in the typical Sarathian manner, wrist slightly cocked downward so that the sword was at a 45 degree angle.
The two Coral retreated a few steps down the stairs to regroup, clearly disappointed that the surprise attack had produced just a scratch. The entrance of the temple was still too far to make a run for it, and Nidal knew that he had to kill the two men if he wanted to survive.
The aggressor that had wounded him took out another dagger identical to the one he was already holding and started circling around to his right, grazing the two blades on each other, in a sharpening motion. The second aggressor pressed one of the ornaments on the hilt of his sword and the two smaller blades of a sword breaker came out from the crossguard. He then bended his knees a bit, ready for a charge.
Nidal could see that under their mantles, now on the ground, they were in full leather armour. He was well aware that alone against two members of the Coral he didn’t have much of a chance, but he had an advantage, the superior position, and he had to use it.
He moved parallel to the circling aggressor to maintain his higher ground, and extended his sword towards him, counting on the fact that it was longer then his two daggers and he couldn’t attack him while moving away. As soon as the second aggressor realized that Nidal wasn’t letting his partner move above him, he charged. Nidal was waiting for that and with a quick motion threw his dagger at him. His life depended by the accuracy of that throw, he needed to hit him on the juncture of his leather armour between the knee and the thigh of the leg he had raised first to start his charge. The armour was designed to protect the juncture from anything thrown by an enemy at the same level, but left open a slit visible by someone higher.
His throw was perfect. The dagger blade disappeared inside the aggressor’s leg, making him fall instantly.
The other Coral didn’t wait for Nidal to turn towards him, moved his sword to the side with one dagger, and slashed him with the other, opening a gash on his chest just under his right arm. Nidal’s leather armour softened the blow enough to make the wound not fatal. He had traded the mobility of one of his aggressor for a minor wound, not bad so far.
Now he could devote his full attention to the enemy left standing. He thrust his blade towards him, who easily parried the attack, opening Nidal’s guard again for another slash, but Nidal was ready this time. As soon as his sword was hit, he threw himself forward head butting his aggressor in the solar plexus before he could complete the slashing motion with his second knife. The Coral lost his balance and fell down the stairs, ending up on his back at the base of it.
Nidal decided that he had enough time to kill the wounded aggressor before the other one would run up the stairs again. The second Coral had tried to stand up, but the knife had cut almost all the tendons that connected his knee to the upper part of his leg and he had fallen immediately on his other knee again. With no hope he tried a desperate move. He dropped his sword, extracted the knife from his leg and, somehow overcoming the pain, threw it back at Nidal. The knife cut through his left shoulder armour and planted itself in the top part of his arm.
Nidal yelled in pain furious more at himself for not having anticipated the move then at his enemy. He quickly covered the distance and killed the man with two quick slices at the base of his neck. The other man was running up the stairs to get to him, but Nidal knew that with a useless arm it would have no chance so headed for the temple doors, managing to open them and enter just before his aggressor reached him.
Style 2 - Short
When he was a few steps away from one of the beggars, he realized that he was still holding the cup. He dropped the few coins inside into the extended hand of the beggar and threw it on the ground. As the beggar thanked him with a grunt, he sensed something moving behind his back and instinctively raised the branch he was using as a cane, saving his life.
The other beggar had sprung up, unsheathed a hidden sword and attacked him with a fluid motion. His blade hit the branch but instead of shattering it, was met with unexpected strength. The first beggar dropped the coins and attacked him with a concealed dagger.
Nidal deflected the dagger with his own hidden blade just enough to get a scratch above the waist instead of a deadly wound. He twisted around and ended up two steps above his aggressor, his branch was now a sword as the turning motion had sent flying what seemed a big piece of the branch, but it was just a carefully crafted scabbard.
The first aggressor, now holding two knives, tried to circle around him, while the second charged him. Nidal threw his dagger and hit the running one in the knee, making him fall down.
The other Coral moved his sword to the side with one dagger, and slashed him with the other, opening a gash on his chest just under his right arm. Nidal’s leather armour softened the blow enough to make the wound not fatal.
He thrust his sword towards him, and when he parried his lunge he head butted him in the chest, before he could slice him again like he had just done. The Coral lost his balance and fell down the stairs, ending up on his back at the base of it.
Nidal moved quickly towards the other aggressor, who in a desperate move dropped his sword, extracted the knife from his leg and, somehow overcoming the pain, threw it back at Nidal. The knife cut through his left shoulder armour and planted itself in the top part of his arm.
Nidal, furious more at himself for not having anticipated the move then at his enemy, covered the distance and killed the man with two quick slices at the base of his neck. The other man was running up the stairs, but Nidal knew that with a useless arm it would have no chance so headed for the temple doors. He managed to open them and enter just before his aggressor reached him.
I'm writing a fantasy novel and I'm not sure which direction I want to go when it comes to writing combat scenes.
I have written the same scene in two different styles. The first one is more verbose and cerebral in a way, in which every move is explained and analized. I'm afraid that it may result being a bit boring.
The second one is much shorter and visual, but I feel it's missing something in terms of depth.
Which one you prefer? Any advice you can give me? Only things you need to know is that Nidal is a Sarathian and he is attacked by two members of the Coral, a secret agency, disguised as beggars.
In general I'm interested on the way other writers approach combat scenes, so please share anything you want on this topic.
Thanks in advance for any feedback.
Style 1 - Long
When he was a few steps away from one of the beggars, he realized that he was still holding the cup. He dropped the few coins inside into the extended hand of the beggar and threw it on the ground. As the beggar thanked him with a grunt, he sensed something moving behind his back and instinctively raised the branch he was using as a cane, saving his life.
The other beggar had sprung up, unsheathed a hidden sword and attacked him with a fluid motion. His blade hit the branch but instead of shattering it, was met with unexpected strength.
The first beggar dropped the coins that clattered down the staircase and a long dagger appeared on his hand, aimed straight for Nidal’s heart. The Sarathian managed to extract a hidden blade from his wrist and deflected the dagger just in time. The blade scratched him just above the waist and he grimaced with pain.
My disguise wasn’t that original, he surprised himself thinking while he twisted around tapping the first beggar on the head with the club and trying to slash the second one with the short dagger now firmly in his hand. He missed him, but he managed to climb a couple of steps and was now looking at the two aggressors from above. The turning motion had sent flying what seemed a big piece of the branch, but it was just a carefully crafted scabbard. Inside the branch was hidden a long and sharp blade, and now Nidal was holding it in the typical Sarathian manner, wrist slightly cocked downward so that the sword was at a 45 degree angle.
The two Coral retreated a few steps down the stairs to regroup, clearly disappointed that the surprise attack had produced just a scratch. The entrance of the temple was still too far to make a run for it, and Nidal knew that he had to kill the two men if he wanted to survive.
The aggressor that had wounded him took out another dagger identical to the one he was already holding and started circling around to his right, grazing the two blades on each other, in a sharpening motion. The second aggressor pressed one of the ornaments on the hilt of his sword and the two smaller blades of a sword breaker came out from the crossguard. He then bended his knees a bit, ready for a charge.
Nidal could see that under their mantles, now on the ground, they were in full leather armour. He was well aware that alone against two members of the Coral he didn’t have much of a chance, but he had an advantage, the superior position, and he had to use it.
He moved parallel to the circling aggressor to maintain his higher ground, and extended his sword towards him, counting on the fact that it was longer then his two daggers and he couldn’t attack him while moving away. As soon as the second aggressor realized that Nidal wasn’t letting his partner move above him, he charged. Nidal was waiting for that and with a quick motion threw his dagger at him. His life depended by the accuracy of that throw, he needed to hit him on the juncture of his leather armour between the knee and the thigh of the leg he had raised first to start his charge. The armour was designed to protect the juncture from anything thrown by an enemy at the same level, but left open a slit visible by someone higher.
His throw was perfect. The dagger blade disappeared inside the aggressor’s leg, making him fall instantly.
The other Coral didn’t wait for Nidal to turn towards him, moved his sword to the side with one dagger, and slashed him with the other, opening a gash on his chest just under his right arm. Nidal’s leather armour softened the blow enough to make the wound not fatal. He had traded the mobility of one of his aggressor for a minor wound, not bad so far.
Now he could devote his full attention to the enemy left standing. He thrust his blade towards him, who easily parried the attack, opening Nidal’s guard again for another slash, but Nidal was ready this time. As soon as his sword was hit, he threw himself forward head butting his aggressor in the solar plexus before he could complete the slashing motion with his second knife. The Coral lost his balance and fell down the stairs, ending up on his back at the base of it.
Nidal decided that he had enough time to kill the wounded aggressor before the other one would run up the stairs again. The second Coral had tried to stand up, but the knife had cut almost all the tendons that connected his knee to the upper part of his leg and he had fallen immediately on his other knee again. With no hope he tried a desperate move. He dropped his sword, extracted the knife from his leg and, somehow overcoming the pain, threw it back at Nidal. The knife cut through his left shoulder armour and planted itself in the top part of his arm.
Nidal yelled in pain furious more at himself for not having anticipated the move then at his enemy. He quickly covered the distance and killed the man with two quick slices at the base of his neck. The other man was running up the stairs to get to him, but Nidal knew that with a useless arm it would have no chance so headed for the temple doors, managing to open them and enter just before his aggressor reached him.
Style 2 - Short
When he was a few steps away from one of the beggars, he realized that he was still holding the cup. He dropped the few coins inside into the extended hand of the beggar and threw it on the ground. As the beggar thanked him with a grunt, he sensed something moving behind his back and instinctively raised the branch he was using as a cane, saving his life.
The other beggar had sprung up, unsheathed a hidden sword and attacked him with a fluid motion. His blade hit the branch but instead of shattering it, was met with unexpected strength. The first beggar dropped the coins and attacked him with a concealed dagger.
Nidal deflected the dagger with his own hidden blade just enough to get a scratch above the waist instead of a deadly wound. He twisted around and ended up two steps above his aggressor, his branch was now a sword as the turning motion had sent flying what seemed a big piece of the branch, but it was just a carefully crafted scabbard.
The first aggressor, now holding two knives, tried to circle around him, while the second charged him. Nidal threw his dagger and hit the running one in the knee, making him fall down.
The other Coral moved his sword to the side with one dagger, and slashed him with the other, opening a gash on his chest just under his right arm. Nidal’s leather armour softened the blow enough to make the wound not fatal.
He thrust his sword towards him, and when he parried his lunge he head butted him in the chest, before he could slice him again like he had just done. The Coral lost his balance and fell down the stairs, ending up on his back at the base of it.
Nidal moved quickly towards the other aggressor, who in a desperate move dropped his sword, extracted the knife from his leg and, somehow overcoming the pain, threw it back at Nidal. The knife cut through his left shoulder armour and planted itself in the top part of his arm.
Nidal, furious more at himself for not having anticipated the move then at his enemy, covered the distance and killed the man with two quick slices at the base of his neck. The other man was running up the stairs, but Nidal knew that with a useless arm it would have no chance so headed for the temple doors. He managed to open them and enter just before his aggressor reached him.