How would You Describe the Fictional Fight?
As authors, do you consider real-world logic and laws (physics, psychology, etc) when describing fictional battles (whether fantasy or realistic genres)?
For example, describing the layout of the room/terrain, the trajectory of bullets, the speed of bullets, the psychological burdens of the protagonist/antagonist, etc.
Yup. I had many fight scenes. Martial arts, magic, supernatural powers, you name it. All the more troublesome when it's in a 1st person POV.
These are the scenes I used to wrote back in the days. It's a draft now.
(MC) Many vs 1:
When I came to, I realised that the girl turned her gaze to me.
Her expression didn’t change, but her eyes narrowed just slightly— that blue eyes now locked onto me like the first sting of winter against bare skin.
Not confusion.
Not gratitude.
Not anger.
It was… indifference— as if everyone were her enemy.
“…Reinforcements?” The girl muttered.
Even though it was only a word— yet— her voice was so beautiful it made me spell bounded with awe.
THMP.
“—ACK!?”
It was then I realised— a fist was drilled deep into my solar plexus. A sharp, burning pain radiated through my chest and down my limbs, like my body was folding in on itself.
All the air was ripped from my lungs in a single violent jolt.
I collapsed to the ground instantly.
No control, no resistance— just instinct and pain.
My body curled in on itself as I gasped, trying— yet failing to breathe. Every nerve inside my body screamed, but all I could do was to writhe on the cold earth as my fingers clawed uselessly at the frozen petals beneath me.
And then— I realised.
…It was her.
She was the girl in the white blazer.
…Crap, I let my guard down.
I lay there, still choking on the pain in my chest, barely able to lift my head.
That’s when I heard— the sound of ice cracking.
It started small, like frost forming on a windowpane. Then it grew louder, sharper— a spider-web of fractures raced across the ground.
Realising that it was impossible to ignore that warning, I immediately forced my eyes up.
When I looked, the five boys were gradually backing away with a terrified look when the girl was simply staring at them.
But it was too late.
The earth beneath their feet froze solid in an instant, a sheet of pale blue racing outward like it was alive. Ice climbed their sneakers, then their ankles, in an eerily fast and unnatural pace.
They tried to move, to run, but their legs wouldn’t obey. The frost then surged higher, locking them in place.
And then— the girl began to walk towards one of the boys.
Slowly. Calmly.
One hand down by her side, the other gripping a long spear of ice, its tip dragging along the frozen ground behind her.
With every step, the spear left a thin white scar in the frost, like it was carving the moment into the earth itself. Petals from the pink tree drifted down around her, soft and silent, as if mocking the terror building in the clearing.
Screeeee—
The sound from the friction between her spear and the frozen ground echoed high and sharp, like nails scratching across glass.
The boys begged. Even threatened by pointing their guns at her.
Yet— the girl didn’t flinch. She merely froze their guns, render them useless.
“N-No, p-please… no……” The boy pleaded the girl as he shook his head in fear.
Unbothered by the pleas, the girl lifts the spear in her hand—
—and pierced it clean through at his abdomen.
“ARGHHHHH—!!?” The boy screamed.
It wasn’t a battle cry. It wasn’t rage. It was pure pain— a scream so raw, high, and sharp enough to echo throughout the entire forest.
One by one, she pinned the boys to the ground with her ice spear like nailing a bug to a wood.
A chest impaled.
A shoulder stabbed.
An arm completely sliced off.
A leg pierced clean through.
Despite blood was oozing nonstop, yet the screams and cries of the boys only grew louder. The girl simply stood there while looking at them with an expression as if she was fed up and tired of this.
…Afterwards, their screams and cries were no longer heard.
There was utter silence.
…There I was. Laying there, helplessly.
My chest heaving.
My ribs burning.
And all I could do was watch.
Until— the girl finally looked at me.
The girl approached me with an indifferent expression, with the tip of her spear was dragging along the frozen ground.
‘
Ah…’ I inadvertently thought. ‘It’s my turn.’
—run.
I had to run.
I don’t know where the strength came from— but suddenly, I was moving.
A jolt of pure survival instinct and sheer will have coursed through me.
Clumsy, weak and desperate.
I pushed myself up and staggered forward, dragging my aching body toward a narrow path ahead. It looked like an exit.
Fwip— BOOM—!!!
“Gwahh!!?”
The earth ahead of me exploded— stone and snow splitting apart like paper, a gaping wound left in its wake. The shockwave had nearly torn me off my feet.
But I caught a glance before it exploded, and was completely surprised by it.
It was the girl’s spear.
A spear that was made purely from ice, yet it’s packed with so much power that it was enough to gouge out the ground.
The path ahead— the only escape I saw— was gone, just like that.
1 vs 1:
"Ah… Even at a time like this… You are still protecting her…?"
Night Fury sounds disappointed when she says that. And somehow, she looked at her blade for some reason.
"Because I'm sure if this happens to me… she would do the same for me as well," I replied.
I carefully let Kuroyuki's lifeless body lean on the stone pillar.
"Even… if you die…?"
"Nonsense." I retorted. "We aren't going to die today…!"
"Then… I will be the one to destroy your hopes."
While spouting those words, Night Fury immediately closed our distance with a quick step.
She then did a backhanded swing with her blade. I quickly cladded the scabbard with 'Hard-Defensive Cladding' to stop her blade.
THUNK!
Even though her blade bounced off, yet I could feel some lingering feedback from that powerful slash. It seems she intended to push me away from Kuroyuki.
WHACK!
"Ow…!?" I groaned.
She immediately followed up with a left elbow to the jaw.
Luckily it only grazed my chin…! I wasn't told that sword spirits knew how to do martial arts…!
Taste this front kick!
"Ufufu~"
She read ahead of me and did a sidestep to the right to dodge it when I threw a front kick.
WHACK!
Her left elbow continued to a backhanded punch…!?
She let go of her sword…
BAM!
"Geh!?"
…and threw a powerful right hook on my face.
It was enough to make me unconscious in one hit— if I wasn't cladded with 'Hard-Defensive Cladding'.
The surprising thing is— Night Fury noticed.
"Mrk…!?"
She then pushed my front leg by extending her right foot to break my posture.
And when I was falling on my back—
BAM!
"ARGHHHHHHH!!?"
—she slammed her knee directly to my spine.
1 vs 1 (Watching from the backseat):
"Oi— are you alright!? Don't just go and die on me when I was expecting you to save us…!" I said.
"What's with this woman— that elbow almost destroyed my last defensive magic barrier layer…!"
"That's not important!" I uttered to him. "Kuroyuki had trouble with her recoil— get her to safety first…!"
I know I can't do anything now, so I will leave it to him.
Hearing that, Principal immediately shifted his gaze at Kuroyuki— who was leaning at the unattended stone pillar.
"WHAT!!? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT EARLIER…!?"
Leaving those words behind— Principal springs forward, straight to Kuroyuki in full throttle.
"Do you really think I would let you~?"
I wondered why, but Night Fury immediately stood in his way instead of aiming to kill Kuroyuki first.
"STAY OUT OF MY WAY, WOMAN." Principal uttered.
"Guh…!!?"
Even though I immediately equipped myself with 'Fighting Spirit'… his 'Intimidation' is just so powerful that it's suffocating me.
"Oh my… That was scary…"
Yet Night Fury was unfazed by it at all— or rather, she withstood it easily.
Principal immediately cast a magic circle on his hand, pointing it at her.
“Compressum aerem pila!” He chanted.
(Compressed air ball!)
Several small air balls shoot out from his magic circle and stop right in front of Night Fury.
"Nngh…!?"
Then, it exploded together— blasting her away.
Principal carefully carried Kuroyuki in his hands and cast a teleportation magic circle beneath his feet.
"Brat— hold on for as long as possible!"
There's are fight scenes for human vs giant beast as well, with modern firearms:
Clenching my fist, I shoved the pain aside and stepped out.
The door clicked shut—
BAM!
Concrete rained from the ceiling as a massive claw ripped through the basement.
Ruby’s voice… it drew it here!
BANG!
I squeezed the trigger, hitting its second claw. The bullet sank deep. Blood spurted.
Like stepping on a nail, the beast jerked its paw back with a snarl.
I knew what came next. I covered my ears.
“GROARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”
“—Tsk! Damn it, so loud!”
The roar shook the whole basement, splitting the cracks wider.
It knows I’m here now.
Crouching low, I crept upstairs with the rifle raised, pressed tight to the wall. I peeked—
The paw slid free from the ruins of my kitchen.
“Damn it…”
Everything—gone. The food supply. Why food? Why not the mountains?
Its paw lifted again.
BANG! BANG!
I shot. Sparks scattered off its fur, harmless.
No. This isn’t normal. He strengthened his body by magic.
A magical beast.
With that size… a Cithaeron lion.
If Dad were here, he’d burn it down with a spell.
If Mom were here, her scythe would cleave it in half.
But I’m alone.
Me. A ten-year-old against a monster.
Restia… Ruby… I can’t kill it.
But I can drag it away. Into the forest.
The forest. Full of beasts. Worse at night.
Can I survive?
No.
I have to.
“GROAR!!!”
Its paw rose again.
I switched to burst mode and fired.
BL-BLAM! BL-BLAM!
Six rounds spat out, cracking against its claws.
“GROARRR!?”
It pulled back with a hiss.
I dashed out the front, trying to circle around—
“Guh—!”
—and froze.
Two hind legs loomed before me. Massive. Tree-thick.
It towered higher than my house. Longer than the whole yard.
My knees buckled, back pressing to the wall. My breath caught, trembling.
I’d seen giants before. Monsters like this. But always—Mom and Dad beside me.
Now?
I’m alone.
I’m terrified.
“GROARRRR!!!”
WHAM!
Its paw slammed down, crushing half the kitchen into a crater.
“Shit—shit…!” My voice cracked. If it had struck a little left… Restia. Ruby.
No time. The beast won’t wait.
I sucked in one sharp breath, forcing my hands steady.
Bullets don’t pierce—but they hurt. Just like armor. A bulletproof vest. Painful, not deadly.
BL-BLAM! BL-BLAM!
Six rounds hammered its ankle.
“GROARRR!?”
The beast staggered but didn’t fall. Not enough.
Its tail lashed for me.
It knows where I am!?
BL-BLAM!
WHAM!
Three shots diverted it upward. The tail smashed through the first floor instead—splintering the game room.
“Hah—hah—!”
My chest burned. A little more, and I’d be paste.
I made the right call. If I’d stayed by the wall, I’d be gone.
It has to leave. I have to get it out.
BL-BLAM! BL-BLAM! BL-BLAM!
Nine shots. Six into the right leg, three into the left.
“GROARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!?”
It buckled, pain ripping through its stance. The giant toppled sideways with a quake.
The ground shook. Dust blasted up like a sandstorm.
3 Beast vs Beast (Felix the small-sized black cat, Asha the mid-sized snow leopard, Pearl the giant White Snake vs Giant Fenrir):
With that said, Felix— slipping past Dómr’s front right paw swing, lands the first strike.
A right paw slams on the front left leg, on Dómr’s knee.
A powerful slam topped with strengthening magic and wind magic.
However, Dómr takes the full blow— baring his fangs on Felix.
“Grawr…!”
Which then, with a pounce, Asha strikes both of her paws on Dómr’s left jaw— pushing his fangs away from Felix.
Pearl, which suddenly appeared out of thin-air— constricts Dómr with her body on his underbelly.
Though Pearl is almost as big as Dómr, but her body length could make up for that.
Dómr struggles to get free with his claws but is froze by Felix’s ice magic to the ground.
Yet—
W-WHAM!!!
His tail, like a heavy whip, slams Asha flying away and crushes Felix to the ground.
Before Dómr could follow up with more tail slams, Pearl constricts harder on him—
“GRRRROWLLLL…!”
—with him returning a favour by digging his fangs into Pearl’s body, piercing through her scales.
“HISSSSSHAAA!!!!?”
The pain from his bite forces Pearl to let go.
With his hind legs, Dómr escapes from Pearl’s constriction by leaping into the air.
He’s… aiming Felix…!
“RESTIA!”
Using the ‘third key’ magic, Restia moves Felix’s body out from the crater just before Dómr lands.
But the moment Dómr’s front paw touches the ground—
KA-CHING!
“……!?”
—the surroundings are frozen into ice.
If we weren’t hiding behind the broken ice shield— we would have dragged along within.
Felix, Asha and Pearl— were frozen.
“…Is this what you’ve learnt after all these years?”
“!”
Dómr suddenly spoke.
And it seems, he’s talking to them.
“How do you expect weaklings like you protect your master…?” He uttered.
Hearing these words, I was fully convinced that Felix, Asha and Pearl was trained under Dómr, for several years.
He did so because he knew these three would come to me one day.
If everything up until now came to this point, this means that what Pearl said to me regarding my dad, is true.
…Dad planned this.
Dómr… you are actually helping us while under dad’s orders to kill them, weren’t you…?
This fight will bring them to went past their limits to stop you.
But— what if they can’t stop you, Dómr…?
Have you ever thought of that?
…Not good. They aren’t showing any signs from breaking free from the ice.
“…Restia.”
“Expurget!” (Dispel!)
With Restia dispelling Dómr’s ice on Felix, Asha and Pearl, the ice around them immediately crumbles, where they quickly escape.
“Felix, Asha, Pearl— remember that time… the rat!” I yelled.
Though Dómr is not exactly a rat.
All I want is for three of them to work together.
…I could only do that much.
“…………”
Dómr looked this way.
It doesn’t seem like he’s showing hostility on me… in fact, it seemed more like gratitude.
…Forsjá is terrified.
I calm her down by patting her paw.
With Restia and Fortuna sitting on her back, she could only sit and watch behind.
As for that man, he’s still healing from his injuries.
Looking away on a battlefield is not a wise thing to do.
WHAP!
Pearl leashes a powerful whip with her tail on Dómr’s left shoulder. It’s powerful to break the ground beneath them.
“……!”
But it doesn’t seem to do any damage to Dómr, while Pearl suffered a negative recoil from that whip.
Before Dómr could do anything, Felix made a tackle on the right side of his belly.
“Nya…!”
BAM!!!
It works.
Though only for a moment, Dómr visibly made a pained look.
Finally, from below his chin, Asha makes the final strike with her right paw— an uppercut.
WHAM!!!
That uppercut sent Dómr’s body to fly upwards and fall backwards.
Please… Dómr…! just stay down already…!
“Growl…!”
He quickly got back on his feet and started to run.
“……!”
Noticing something, I remove my goggles.
Hold on… why is there a clear-rainbow, transparent borderline… like a hemisphere…?
Taking a piece of ice from the ground, I throw it towards the hemisphere— yet it bounced off from it.
“Restia— is that—!?”
I was going to ask whether is that a barrier or something.
Even though Restia casts a dispelling spell on it, however, it did not work. This means it’s not a barrier, but something that could not be created by magic.
“No, brat. That’s not magic…” That man suddenly told me. “…it’s a special trait that only powerful magical beasts have— their ‘hunting ground’.”
“This means… Dómr is on a hunt…!?” I replied.
Something like that? Spent me days to think.
