This is my first fight scene I’ve ever written for a story. Thoughts? (It’s not very intense, but if fighting/blood/etc. bother you don’t read!)
Daniel met Ryan’s eyes only briefly as he minutely shook his head. In the same moment, they moved. It seemed so fast at the time, but later Ryan thought everything moved in such slow motion. Daniel swung around to punch Karff in the chin as Ryan, enraged, leaped at him.
“You bastard!” Ryan spit out, his face beet red. He had no idea what type of kick or punch he planned to land, but it didn’t matter. Karff deftly dodged Daniel’s blow. Twisting, he grabbed Ryan’s shoulders and used his forward momentum to carry him across the room. His right shoulder slammed into the far bulkhead of the room. A bright star of pain flared and raced up his neck to his head as he fell to Karff’s bed. Ryan sat up to see Daniel and Karff faced off.
“Don’t get yourself and these boys hurt anymore than you have to, Commandant.” Karff feinted at Daniel to the left, then quickly shifted weight and came at him from the right, catching Daniel off guard. His fist connected with a meaty thud on Daniel’s side. He stepped back, letting out a quick wheeze of pain, then brought his fists back up in a boxer’s style. Two quick jabs pushed Karff back to the middle of the room. Karff shot out a left hook, but Daniel just managed to grab and twist his arm and bring his elbow down hard into the black haired Marine’s shoulder blade.
Karff acknowledged the blow with a simple, short grunt, twisting around to land a solid punch to Daniel’s face. A small spray of blood burst from Daniel’s nose as Ryan ran again towards Karff, landing on his back and pulling him back before he could land another blow. One hand went about Karff’s throat and began squeezing with all of Ryan’s strength. The other one he brought back to punch in his face. Just before it connected, Karff cought it, twisted, and threw Ryan to the ground. He gasped, rubbing his red throat. “Little dirt digger brat, I’ll kill you!” Looking up from his prone position, Ryan’s eyes grew big as he saw Karff ready to drop onto him, jabbing his elbow painfully into him.
Just before he dropped however, a black boot connected to a purple pants leg flew out and connected sharply with Karff’s jaw, swinging it around. A chain of droplets of sweat flew out from Karff’s head in an arc as he staggered back from the kick. Getting up quickly to a kneeling position, Ryan saw Kaori dropped into some martial arts pose. His body was down low, one knee bent sharply. The leg still stood out straight from his body, his body bent back at the waist, arms bent in front of him, hands out flat like blades. Slowly the leg swung down as Kaori righted himself. Ryan caught Kaori’s intent face, which turned slightly and smiled briefly. “All those Hapkido lessons paid off!”
Karff came back quickly, dropping to a different, yet similar pose, his feet gliding across the floor. He eyed Kaori, Ryan still on bent knee behind Kaori, and Daniel to the side, his fists up. Gracefully his body twisted as a leg shot up at Kaori. Deftly, Kaori’s left forearm deflected the blow and in the blink of an eye Kaori twisted the opposite direction and caught the leg in the crook of his arm. His face shot up and met Karff’s eyes. The cold black stare Karff caught there in the Asian’s face gave him only a moment’s notice. Not enough for him to pull out of the hold.
Kaori lifted his body and with it Karff’s leg. With a cry, “Heeehhhtaaa”, he swung his free arm up and down hard on Karff’s leg at the knee. A horrendous cracking sound filled the room, followed by silence. Karff’s eyes bugged out, his body wavered then collapsed to the floor, his leg bleeding and bent unnaturally forward.
The three stepped forward and stood over him. “By all the saints, Kaori, where the hell did that come from?” Ryan asked, in awe.