Fight Scene Fanfic: Beneath the Blade

I feel a huge urge to challenge myself to write full out fight scenes!! Because my fanfic is so novel like and hasn't even gotten to the core story yet, it lacks a little on real elaborated action, so I'll write some here. These may or may not be used in the fanfic It is assumed the time line is much further along in the novel when heroes/heroines of the story have fully awakened/trained abilities

To me, GW2 skills and stuff, they were designed obviously so that there can be actual gameplay, but it seems there is a lot of real response to it, it's not just standing around, but there's dodging of course but also a lot of CC and skills that respond, counter, block etc. So I tink if GW2 was an actual movie or animated, the fights would be really epic and nothing like what we have in gameplay xD

So, my fight scenes will be reminiscent of some gravity defying, Final Fantasy CGI scenes like  advent children. Hope you enjoy and look forward to it >:3

Read the original developing story here: Beneath the Heart

Crystal Lair

Her skin prickled with the sensation of concentrated arcanic energy in the room. Every nerve of hers stood on end and nearly sent an involuntary shudder up her spine. It certainly wasn't something that took her by surprise. Every step of the way here, was increasingly more eerie and full with the aura of... death. No, but it wasn't like the aura of death in the tombs of the Ascalonian catacombs. Nor the stench of rotting death and dark magic in the corridors in Arah. No, this was a different aura of death. A static state of immobility and lifelessness. No grisly endings, no brutal force, just the absence of life.

The halls - if it could be called that - she passed through were at least five stories high, solid metal alloy frames of some kind, not built straight and structured but twisted and spindly like some organic skeleton of a behemoth. Each piece of metal, dark and black to look at, cold and desolate to touch. But between every few meters were crystals that lay inset in the walls. In the darkness of the night and misty fog, purple crystals, glowing and humming with energy, so potent, she could almost breathe it in. Though she had been separated from her companions, she needed to see this through. She had to retrieve the crystal and make her escape, before the seals the Pact mages held together, failed to work and all their effort would go to waste.

There was the opening before her. This should be the right way. The archway was easily a hundred times her small stature and likely the breadth of a corsair ship. Needless to say it was huge, stretching above her ominously. The closer she drew, the thicker the air was saturated with magical energy. She had a horrible apprehension that crept through her body. Every fiber and muscle tensed, ready to move at any instant.

But her path here had been quiet and eerily peaceful. Nothing came out to challenge her, nor any warped beast to lunge out from the shadows. Strange enough to cause more caution than before.

She passed under the gargantuan archway easily, like an ant in a gorge. Once she was through, she almost gasped in astonishment of the chamber with a cavity that stretched seemingly to the skies. She could barely make out the ceiling where the frames of the organic metallic structure converged. While the ceiling was high, the diameter of the circular room was just as large. But the floor was spectacular as well, fitted with multi-levels that descended towards the center, where something sat.

She stepped in closer for a look and realized it was what she was looking for. Sitting on a dark purple pedestal was a floating teardrop crystal, pointing up at the sky. If she could simply take it and make her way out...

But nothing was that easy.

Behind her, the archway she passed by emitted a screeching sound, as what seemed like fangs began to descend and rise, from the top and from the ground. With a metallic shriek, it snapped shut. And sealed her escape.

Frantically, she scanned the walls for any more doors out, but there seemed to be none.

Instead, from the ceiling high above, dropped a shape. A dark figure.

It landed with a mighty crash, splintering the ground beneath her feet with resounding shockwaves.

She managed to leap backwards - not forgetting a graceful flip - before the ground where she had stood cracked open, and landed deftly on an elevated ledge tucked into the side of the wall.

She had no time to breathe, for the shadow had picked itself up, bristling with angry crystalline shards and a weapon that was reforming into a spear.

Then with a bellowing voice, thick with corruption, it spoke.

"You've come at last, milady."





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fight fight fight!!!
No talk this time hehe just fight scenes woo! Ho Ho this would be good.

Vinava, on 04 August 2013 - 12:34 AM, said:

Are you santa? If so, you're missing one Ho.

Dætha, on 04 August 2013 - 10:43 AM, said:

you're missing 1 too XD

Vocaloid Kakesu, on 04 August 2013 - 11:23 AM, said:

D:

Her eyes widened upon realization, that the creature's voice was vaguely familiar. The man's voice was layered under the secondary wails of a tortured soul and a mindless monotonous drone. But yet, it was no doubt, him. There was no other, who had called her "milady" thus far. He had been the first one to help her flight from Divinity's Reach what seemed like decades ago. Without his help, she would have easily died at the hands of the decaying undead of Zhaitan. Without him, she wouldn't have been able to find her family's records and prevent the fall of Lion's Arch. But he also had disappeared long ago. He was surely dead wasn't he? They had been separated, but this couldn't possibly be him. There was no way.

She wasn't fast enough as he struck, catching her off guard from a slew of unrestrained emotions and memories that flooded her mind. Her responses, magic and instincts were sluggish and as she tried to throw herself to the side, the force of his crystalline deformed fists caught the side of her ribs and threw her across off of the wall.

She hit the ground with a sickening thud and felt the air driven right out of her lungs. She had no time to recover as he, or it, lunged towards her brandishing a great and vicious battle halberd. She still couldn't see its face, nor its eyes but without a doubt, it was not here to talk. Despite her initial hesitation from hearing his voice, seeing him in such a deformed grotesque state, unable to understand what he had to have gone through, she knew it meant her harm. It was here to kill her.

Every battle began with the question of life or death. No battle should be fought out of jest. And she had to pick up her composure, or it would mean her demise.

Its heavy crystal armored body was much larger than her and as it drew closer, high above her, it seemed to slow down, as Reina gathered her focus and energy. She pushed aside her thoughts and her emotions, as she had been taught. She silenced her mind and emptied her body of tension. Every limb relaxed and gave way to instinct. She would not think. Purely react and act, letting her body and the sixth sense of battle become her mind.

As always, time seemed to slow, and the spear drew closer aimed straight for her head. The creature's figure painted a dark shadow across her slight form and the ground around her. Seeing her still body, and steady waiting eyes, the creature's mouth seemed to crack into a grin, sharp amethyst teeth sneering. Its heavy mass finally landed directly on top of her - but at the last possible second, she disappeared in a blaze of purple light, blinding its sight for a second. All that was left were butterflies.

There was a great roar that left its lips as it spun around, searching, hunting for its prey. The crystal spikes protruding from its back and shoulders glowed a frustrated pink. "Reina!" Its voice was steeped with poison.

But in the chamber there was not a trace of the girl, as if she had never existed. It scanned the floor levels, desperately looking up and down the walls for a sign of her billowing golden robes or white armor. But there was nothing.

"Come out, Reina!" The voice was no less angry. The voice was no less hungry. It only seemed to repeat what it once knew, nothing but an automated repetition. "Come, I won't hurt you. I'll help you."

There was no response. There was only silence. "Join me. Join us. I've gained power. Join us." It sputtered and stopped for there was another flash of purple light, a different hue that shone brighter than its crystals. Then it howled in pain, shaking the walls with its scream.

It wasn't the girl however. There was only a translucent pale white ghost of a figure, standing its ground before the creature, holding a phantasmic greatsword. It had managed to land a flurry of strikes against the creatures side suddenly, glancing off its thick hide and black grey armor that mutated from its skin. Nevertheless, it chipped off a chunk of the exoskeletal armor, marking the first significant blow of the battle. But there was no pause for the creature as an illusionary sword from the shadows spiralled towards its back.

It spun around, surprisingly agile, and a clawed hand caught the blade by the hilt, tossing the sword aside like a toothpick. With the source of the attack now in sight, the creature leapt forward without hesitation, sharp teeth snarling, bounding steps as quick as a dire wolf, covering much ground. As it lifted its weapon high ready to strike, the mesmer too, hadn't waited to be discovered; she was just as fast, and threw herself forward across the chamber with all her strength and only left behind a cloud of violet particles. A sudden flash of purple appeared in her hands before they collided - she had drawn her greatsword.

For a split second, there was silence as the two figures met suspended in mid-air. Then, the ear-splitting clash of blade upon blade, arcanic energies against magical force, erupted throughout the room, as powerful as their flares of purple light, blow by blow, as metal matched crystal, desperate to shatter one another. No doubt the creature was much larger than her, with greater strength, but she was not a weak woman. Though she struggled to match its crystalline blows, empowered by the Branded Dragon, each strike pushing her and her sword backwards, she was quicker.

She nimbly dodged swing after swing, ducking beneath its spear, letting gravity do its work and pull her towards the ground, before leaping back up over the creatures swipe for her midsection. She countered with her own blows, more quick jabs than swings, occasionally running up higher on the walls for a little distance. Then she would twist around and let loose an arc of condensed energy that attempted to pierce through her enemy's armor. Yet, it kept up with evading her beams and stayed close at range with her, climbing the heights to higher ledges and platforms just as easily. Her speed was not enough to gain the upper hand. She would need a few more tricks.

But just as she thought that and swung her blade, she was swiftly matched with an armored forearm lighting up with a conjured shield. The block sent her flying backwards and she had to opt for a few backflips off of the walls and pillars to reduce the momentum of its counterblow. She had nearly forgotten the former human had been a guardian. Surely, it could still perform the same feats. This was different from slaying a beast.

It no longer withheld its abilities and for a while, the Branded guardian held the aggression with mightier swings and quicker strikes, keeping the mesmer stumbling backwards along the ledges from his fury. Each strike began to flare with bright blue flames that jumped at the girl, threatening to consume her. There was no heat from the flames but rather, it was fire that seared not flesh but her heart. Memories began to well up in her eyes again, and her spirit ached and screamed in agony. A second was all it took for her to lose her footing, suddenly air beneath her foot and she slipped off the ledge with a surprised cry. Without her knowing, they had managed to ascend the spiralling gravity defying ledges towards the ceiling, halfway up the chamber.

But now she was plunging down towards the ground, at horrifying speeds, air pressing against her, hair streaming in her face. She happened to be still looking up to see the creature leap after her, obviously caring less about imminent impact. In its right hand its weapon was reformed as a curved vicious blade as it caught up with its heavier mass. While she would hit the ground in seconds, it felt like minutes with her heightened and magically enhanced senses and motions. This might be the perfect opportunity to turn the tide around.



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"do its work and suck her"

"her own blows"

"swipe for her midsection"

"stayed close at range with her"

I didn't know you liked making these kinds of novels, Reina.

Dætha, on 04 August 2013 - 06:11 PM, said:

UGH OUT OF CONTEXT. IM TRYING TO WRITE PRO XD BLOWS AND STUFF HAS TO BE USED, NEED MORE SYNONYMS XD AND I DONT SEE "SUCK" IN THE STORY. WHY ARE U TWISTING MY WORDS?

Reina Takayama, on 04 August 2013 - 02:40 PM, said:

Found it, 4th Paragraph up from the bottom.

Update: SHE EDITED IT OUT!

Dætha, on 04 August 2013 - 06:27 PM, said:

I edited long... before you posted

Reina Takayama, on 04 August 2013 - 06:28 PM, said:

She admits! It was "suck" instead of "pull"!

I believe I win here.

Dætha, on 04 August 2013 - 06:29 PM, said:

FK U

You heard it here people! Reina's new Sequel! "50 Shades of the Blade."

Daetha you troll lol. It's good writing and it's enjoyable to read

Dætha, on 04 August 2013 - 06:35 PM, said:

That's a good title

Reina Takayama, on 04 August 2013 - 06:46 PM, said:

Why thank you, I like to Improvise these things, the title will definitely be fitting, as long as you keep writing like that!

She disappeared in another blinding flash of purple light, stunning the creature for a second that dropped like dead weight on top of her. No, it wasn't her any more, for she had reappeared directly above the creature, hands lifted to the sides like she was soaring. Then, she raised her brilliant sword high above her, tip pointed down right at the guardian's back. But the Branded human was too focused on the prey it thought it was holding in its claws and struggled to crush the squirming figure. Together, they continued to plummet at fatal speeds, the mesmer's heart racing towards her throat.

Just as they were to hit the ground, was when the second mesmer made her move, diving downwards, driving the sword now lit with a bright purple aura, right into the creature's protruding amethyst spine with all her strength; while it and the clone it was clutching slammed into the ground with a deafening sound, breaking deep into the ground, violently scattering chunks of debris across the chamber and a crater double the monster's size erupted around them. When the Branded realized the clone had shattered like jagged shrapnel in its twisted claws, it was too late. Reina's glowing sword, still aimed true, pierced right through its back easily, caught between the jarring force of the impact, like a hammer and anvil. As the mesmer was to collide with the creature, she leapt off her sword, arcing through the air with an effortless flip and landed, one knee bent to absorb her impact.

There was a painful howl and guttural gurgling sound, like someone who could no longer breathe. It echoed dolefully. But soon after, there was silence. She hadn't bothered to turn around to look yet, confident of her work. All that was left was smoke and dust spiralling through the chamber.

At last, she stood and turned slowly, as the dust began to settle.

She had expected her sword still lodged in the creatures back, standing upright on its dead form. But there was nothing there.

Suddenly, the blazing purple sword whistled towards her at terrifying speeds and buried itself in the ground in front of her, sending her jumping backwards in surprise. Her eyes widened in epiphany as the creature's voice filled the room.

"Nice try."

I had thought the fight ended but dayum. Not enough dps girl!!!