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Helpful things for action writers to remember
Sticking a landing will royally fuck up your joints and possibly shatter your ankles, depending on how high you’re jumping/falling from. There’s a very good reason free-runners dive and roll.
Hand-to-hand fights usually only last a matter of seconds, sometimes a few minutes. It’s exhausting work and unless you have a lot of training and history with hand-to-hand combat, you’re going to tire out really fast.
Arrows are very effective and you can’t just yank them out without doing a lot of damage. Most of the time the head of the arrow will break off inside the body if you try pulling it out, and arrows are built to pierce deep. An arrow wound demands medical attention.
Throwing your opponent across the room is really not all that smart. You’re giving them the chance to get up and run away. Unless you’re trying to put distance between you so you can shoot them or something, don’t throw them.
Everyone has something called a “flinch response” when they fight. This is pretty much the brain’s way of telling you “get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna die.” Experienced fighters have trained to suppress this. Think about how long your character has been fighting. A character in a fist fight for the first time is going to take a few hits before their survival instinct kicks in and they start hitting back. A character in a fist fight for the eighth time that week is going to respond a little differently.
ADRENALINE WORKS AGAINST YOU WHEN YOU FIGHT. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of times people think that adrenaline will kick in and give you some badass fighting skills, but it’s actually the opposite. Adrenaline is what tires you out in a battle and it also affects the fighter’s efficacy - meaning it makes them shaky and inaccurate, and overall they lose about 60% of their fighting skill because their brain is focusing on not dying. Adrenaline keeps you alive, it doesn’t give you the skill to pull off a perfect roundhouse kick to the opponent’s face.
Swords WILL bend or break if you hit something hard enough. They also dull easily and take a lot of maintenance. In reality, someone who fights with a sword would have to have to repair or replace it constantly.
Fights get messy. There’s blood and sweat everywhere, and that will make it hard to hold your weapon or get a good grip on someone.
A serious battle also smells horrible. There’s lots of sweat, but also the smell of urine and feces. After someone dies, their bowels and bladder empty. There might also be some questionable things on the ground which can be very psychologically traumatizing. Remember to think about all of the character’s senses when they’re in a fight. Everything WILL affect them in some way.
If your sword is sharpened down to a fine edge, the rest of the blade can’t go through the cut you make. You’ll just end up putting a tiny, shallow scratch in the surface of whatever you strike, and you could probably break your sword.
ARCHERS ARE STRONG TOO. Have you ever drawn a bow? It takes a lot of strength, especially when you’re shooting a bow with a higher draw weight. Draw weight basically means “the amount of force you have to use to pull this sucker back enough to fire it.” To give you an idea of how that works, here’s a helpful link to tell you about finding bow sizes and draw weights for your characters. (CLICK ME)
If an archer has to use a bow they’re not used to, it will probably throw them off a little until they’ve done a few practice shots with it and figured out its draw weight and stability.
People bleed. If they get punched in the face, they’ll probably get a bloody nose. If they get stabbed or cut somehow, they’ll bleed accordingly. And if they’ve been fighting for a while, they’ve got a LOT of blood rushing around to provide them with oxygen. They’re going to bleed a lot.
Here’s a link to a chart to show you how much blood a person can lose without dying. (CLICK ME)
If you want a more in-depth medical chart, try this one. (CLICK ME)
Hopefully this helps someone out there. If you reblog, feel free to add more tips for writers or correct anything I’ve gotten wrong here.
How to apply Writing techniques for action scenes:
- Short sentences. Choppy. One action, then another. When there’s a lull in the fight, take a moment, using longer phrases to analyze the situation–then dive back in. Snap, snap, snap. - Same thing with words - short, simple, and strong in the thick of battle. Save the longer syllables for elsewhere. - Characters do not dwell on things when they are in the heat of the moment. They will get punched in the face. Focus on actions, not thoughts. - Go back and cut out as many adverbs as possible. - No seriously, if there’s ever a time to use the strongest verbs in your vocabulary - Bellow, thrash, heave, shriek, snarl, splinter, bolt, hurtle, crumble, shatter, charge, raze - it’s now. - Don’t forget your other senses. People might not even be sure what they saw during a fight, but they always know how they felt. - Taste: Dry mouth, salt from sweat, copper tang from blood, etc - Smell: OP nailed it - Touch: Headache, sore muscles, tense muscles, exhaustion, blood pounding. Bruised knuckles/bowstring fingers. Injuries that ache and pulse, sting and flare white hot with pain. - Pain will stay with a character. Even if it’s minor. - Sound and sight might blur or sharpen depending on the character and their experience/exhaustion. Colors and quick movements will catch the eye. Loud sounds or noises from behind may serve as a fighter’s only alert before an attack. - If something unexpected happens, shifting the character’s whole attention to that thing will shift the Audience’s attention, too. - Aftermath. This is where the details resurface, the characters pick up things they cast aside during the fight, both literally and metaphorically. Fights are chaotic, fast paced, and self-centered. Characters know only their self, their goals, what’s in their way, and the quickest way around those threats. The aftermath is when people can regain their emotions, their relationships, their rationality/introspection, and anything else they couldn’t afford to think or feel while their lives were on the line.
Do everything you can to keep the fight here and now. Maximize the physical, minimize the theoretical. Keep things immediate - no theories or what ifs.
If writing a strategist, who needs to think ahead, try this: keep strategy to before-and-after fights. Lay out plans in calm periods, try to guess what enemies are thinking or what they will do. During combat, however, the character should think about his options, enemies, and terrain in immediate terms; that is, in shapes and direction. (Large enemy rushing me; dive left, circle around / Scaffolding on fire, pool below me / two foes helping each other, separate them.)
Lastly, after writing, read it aloud. Anyplace your tongue catches up on a fast moving scene, edit. Smooth action scenes rarely come on the first try.
Inside
The insides of his skin is a funny thing. Because you see, they're red. And just like how everyone else is red too, he finds himself in the middle of the mountain, in the sea of waves, and in the ocean of people everyday. It's purely metaphorical, whatever he says now, but to a certain extent -it bleeds true. He stands between them -those creatures he calls humans- shoulder to shoulder, and toe to toe. He is a nobody, when against a million. A washed out color that faded out by the days. But the funny thing is, in his insides --he is red. -----19/2/15I don't even know what is this.
Beginnings
His words were nothing more than a butterfly brush against her skin; light and soft yet sending tingles up her spine. She doesn't know why he makes her feel the way she was feeling now.
It worried her.
It worried her to think that there was someone that managed to set her expectations up so high and she was just waiting for them to just come crashing down every time she received a message from him.
Expectations would be the downfall for her.
But they were just only at the beginning. They were nothing close to the middle or the end -only barely clawing at the surface. But with his subtle side glances when he walks passed her, and the notice me not smile; she wanted to run and stay where she stood.
Because the prospect of being in love -falling in love, scared her more than she was willing to admit.
Saudade
Who was he?
He was famous, he was handsome, he had everything and he had an amazing girlfriend and yet...
Who was he?
He stared at his reflection in the water, looking down at the familiar face that wasn't his -wasn't supposed to be his. He stared long and hard, trying to see what was there that was him and not him.
But he couldn't.
All he saw was his brother looking back at him, the same dark orbs, thin lips and high cheekbones. He couldn't see himself.
" Don't be foolish, otouto," His brother said, many many years ago, " Try to stand for yourself sometimes. I won't be here forever you know."
He grasped a nearby pebble, his fingers going over the texture of the pebble. Won't be here forever. His forever came by too quickly and death over took his only brother he had and he was angry -and frustrated and sad and just a little bit screwed up in his head.
Saudade.
His arms flexed back and flung forward in one solid movement, the pebble skipping against the lake and then sinking downwards like his heart.
Who was he?
After an hour of staring at where the pebble sunk, and looking into his reflection; he still didn't know who was he.
Made by me: That night, I dreamt of him and his entrancing brown eyes. His smile lit up the room and the way he carries himself was absolutely swoon-worthy. I thought I could get over this boy, but it seems that the harder I try to forget him, the more and more I fall for him. I was the kind of girl that didn’t attract any male attention. I wasn’t attractive, period. But how come this boy, this enigmatic character, noticed me?
Maybe it was because I genuinely laughed at his failed attempts to joke around or gave him a small kinder bar that he loved to eat in secrecy.
I don't know the reason.
All logic failed my head when he walked down the hallways, his bag slung behind his shoulder carelessly and leaned next to my locker as he waited patiently for me to be done rummaging through my locker.
" Where to?" He asked, walking in pace with me as we made our way out of the school compound.
" I don't know... Surprise me this time?"
The way his lips turn into a smile made my heart stop and he tossed his helmet over to me, signalling me to wear it and get on his bike. " You're asking for it."
I know I'm asking for it.
But like I said before, all logic failed when he was near me.
" I know."
Bliss
She closed her eyes and hummed, matching her pitch with the rain falling outside her window. She did it sometimes... Just to let herself fall in the bliss of a moment.
When she couldn't think straight, she hummed herself that rainfall tune. Because it gave her a moment to be deaf to the world -and just a moment to herself.
It was just a bliss that last for seconds.
Ambivalence
Ambivalence.
That was the most accurate definition of what she was feeling now -a hurricane of emotions hurling through her mind. She hated it. She hated it a lot.
Don't get her wrong or anything -she loved her boyfriend. Really, she did.
It was just that he got on her nerves almost all the time; don't ask her how he did it because like, he just did. It's like, some sort of thing around him that just gets on her nerves. And that was exactly the problem; she didn't know what about him that made her go through this -this ordeal.
" Babe," He said, his fingers gently cupping her face to make her look at him, " What's wrong?"
And then he's sweet. And she'll feel all mushy and everything and she'll forget that she was mad or frustrated at him.
" Nothing. Just nothing," She told him back, kissing the corners of his lip to silence the questions just waiting to be said. " Go back to sleep."
" You sure?"
Concern flooded his eyes and she couldn't help but be touched at his affections(ambivalence, she reminded herself.) and hugged him, her face nuzzling at his chest. " 100%."
Content with her answer, he slowly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him, his breath fanning over her neck in a steady pace. " Goodnight."
" Nights."
Maybe she should work on just being happy with her boyfriend and cut out the ambivalence she constantly faced.
" Love you."
Yeah, she should just happy.
mortality
Humans were fragile.
They were like glass -a really thin slice of glass that could walk and had a heart that was ready to stop at any moment. They were just that.
Everyone, and he meant everyone, told him to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your heart(that tiny little being in you that supported your very existence) could stop and not give you the second in your life to say goodbye to everyone.
Because that's what gave him -them, mortality.
The knowing of something just seconds away from your own death.