I am unaccustomed to writing fight sequences, but I don’t think this one came out too poorly on a first attempt. I’m sure it’ll be re-written to some extent during the editing process, but I figured I’d share it today as it’s a little different than the other excerpts I’ve posted. Enjoy!
Kirin stormed out of the house. He couldn’t stand to be in that small room with the human male and was unable to keep still when he thought of the injured Natalie resting in the room above their heads. He needed a way to work out his anger and frustrations at not being able to do more for her. While he was lost in his thoughts, he ran into a wall. Or at least he had thought it was a wall until he heard it grunt at being hit. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he saw Tamara, the female warrior who had greeted him in the village center when he brought Natalie in. He groaned inwardly, but then realized she could be his ticket to ease his frustrations.
“Have you forgotten your manners kitten?” she asked with a sneer while straightening out her tunic.
“Some people don’t deserve common courtesies,” Kirin replied, “besides, you were in *MY* way.”
“Do you think that being the son Samus will keep me from forcefully beating some manners into you?” she threatened him. Kirin, from his height of 6’2”, looked down at the small yet powerful package of Tamara.
“I hide behind no name,” he hissed, the rage flashing in his eyes. While he admired his father and all he had accomplished, he despised it when people thought he couldn’t hold his own and used his father’s name and standing to protect him. Tamara smirked at his reply.
“The kitten has some spunk huh?” she commented. “But let us see if he’s all talk and no action.” She quickly drew a short sword and thrust it at Kirin. In the blink of an eye, Kirin had drawn his short dagger and parried the blow. Tamara’s height helped her get a lot of extra power behind her thrusts and even though Kirin deflected her sword, he was forced to take several steps back.
Tamara let out a low whistle.
“At least you’re not slow,” she commented with a grin. “I don’t know how well you’ll do with that tiny blade though. We could just stop. You let me hit you once and we’ll end it.” Kirin spat on the ground.
“As if,” he growled. Tamara didn’t look surprised by his response. She shrugged her broad powerful shoulders.
“Suit yourself,” she said as she quickly spun and took another swing at him. Kirin jumped over the blade and took a swipe of his own, catching her in the shoulder. Tamara looked at her shoulder in disgust.
“Lucky shot kitten. Don’t expect to get another,” the warrior snarled as she charged in low. Kirin attempted to jump again, but Tamara anticipated his movement and quickly grabbed him around the middle and tackled him to the ground. Kirin lay dazed for a brief moment as her mass had knocked the wind out of him. He quickly regained his senses when he heard the familiar *snick* sound of claws being released. Arching his back, he used his longer legs to his advantage and pushed hard off the ground to flip both of them over so he would be the one on top. Tamara’s eyes grew wide at the sudden shift of power. Kirin popped his own claws and threw his hand down, catching a handful of her tunic and pinning her to the ground. He brought his other arm around and the glint of the sunshine off the small blade caught her eye. She knew she was in trouble. Just as he brought the dagger arching down towards her she thrust a knee up and caught him directly in the delicate man area. Kirin crumbled in pain. Tamara pushed him off of her and went to get up, but realized that before Kirin had rolled into a ball, he had had the chance to plant his dagger. She was pinned to the ground by the small blade. Yanking it out in disgust, she stood up and promptly felt a stinging sensation on her cheek. Raising her hand to touch it, she felt wetness there. Gingerly she probed the spot and brought her hand away. Her fingers were crimson with blood. Tamara swore softly. She had underestimated the kitten.
Kirin was still curled in a ball, cursing under his breath, tears streaming down his face. Tamara reached a hand down to help him up. He slapped it away when he looked up and saw it.
“That was dirty,” he hissed at her. She raised her eyebrows.
“You think your enemies are going to fight fair? Think again little kitten. When you’re fighting for your life, you will do whatever you have to in order to survive or save the one you love.”