Just something I wrote a month ago :)
A fight Scene (Lace)
Composed:
02-11-13
Words:
406
Neal was surrounded. There were four men, actually three men and one giant. His eyes were darting around the bare room, there wasn’t even proper curtains on the window! All it had was this thin lace sheet, barely worthy of hanging there. He grabbed for it, tearing it down. Great, all I have is this slack of cotton... Well, lets play anyway! Bursting into action, his training took over. He attacked the smallest guy first. Using the lace, he whirled it around his head, like a cowboy with his lasso. The lace came crashing down and tearing at the short guy’s feet. He fell back, hard, knocked unconscious by the cement they were standing on. But Neal couldn’t even savour the small victory as he had three men coming towards him. One broke free and rushed towards Neal. A hard, sharp kick to his guts sent him down. Gagging up blood, the man stayed down, wheezing. Probably internal bleeding, but no time to finish him off yet, Neal thought as he sized up the third guy. Stocky build, probably a wrestler. I need to get him disorientated... Using the lace curtain, he whipped it around the man’s head. Confusing his eyes and distracting him side to side. Neal slowly advanced, poised in case his plan didn’t work. He suddenly sent a punch flying, right into the guys eye. The crunch of breaking bones shattered through the heavy breathing as the man’s eye socket collapsed in. A sticky redness was covering Neal’s fist, but there was still the giant of a man left. He had to be at least 7 ft and well over 100 kilos. At 5 ft 11 Neal, darted around the feet of the giant. He weaved the curtain around as he dodged the sharp punches raining down close to him. Suddenly, Neal was flying! He hit the wall hard, slumping down to the ground. Dizzy, he looked up in time to see the giants charging at him, fist raised. Scrambling to his feat, Neal narrowly missed getting his skull crushed in. Summing all he had left, he launched himself onto the giants back. Clinging on around the thick neck, he pulled hard, choking the 7ft beast. After being smashed into wall after wall, the giant’s energy gave up and Neal ended up crushed under the mass of the man. Prying himself out, he fled the scene. Neal would live to see another fight.
Neal was surrounded. There were four men, actually three men and one giant. His eyes were darting around the bare room, there wasn’t even proper curtains on the window! All it had was this thin lace sheet, barely worthy of hanging there. He grabbed for it, tearing it down. Great, all I have is this slack of cotton... Well, lets play anyway! Bursting into action, his training took over. He attacked the smallest guy first. Using the lace, he whirled it around his head, like a cowboy with his lasso. The lace came crashing down and tearing at the short guy’s feet. He fell back, hard, knocked unconscious by the cement they were standing on. But Neal couldn’t even savour the small victory as he had three men coming towards him. One broke free and rushed towards Neal. A hard, sharp kick to his guts sent him down. Gagging up blood, the man stayed down, wheezing. Probably internal bleeding, but no time to finish him off yet, Neal thought as he sized up the third guy. Stocky build, probably a wrestler. I need to get him disorientated... Using the lace curtain, he whipped it around the man’s head. Confusing his eyes and distracting him side to side. Neal slowly advanced, poised in case his plan didn’t work. He suddenly sent a punch flying, right into the guys eye. The crunch of breaking bones shattered through the heavy breathing as the man’s eye socket collapsed in. A sticky redness was covering Neal’s fist, but there was still the giant of a man left. He had to be at least 7 ft and well over 100 kilos. At 5 ft 11 Neal, darted around the feet of the giant. He weaved the curtain around as he dodged the sharp punches raining down close to him. Suddenly, Neal was flying! He hit the wall hard, slumping down to the ground. Dizzy, he looked up in time to see the giants charging at him, fist raised. Scrambling to his feat, Neal narrowly missed getting his skull crushed in. Summing all he had left, he launched himself onto the giants back. Clinging on around the thick neck, he pulled hard, choking the 7ft beast. After being smashed into wall after wall, the giant’s energy gave up and Neal ended up crushed under the mass of the man. Prying himself out, he fled the scene. Neal would live to see another fight.
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