Just looking for advice. Not that I intend to write one, but if I did, what would combat scenes look like?
In my head, I just picture regular martial arts, but they can kick/punch through solid stone walls and cars being thrown at them only stuns/dazes them for a few seconds before they recover and keep fighting?
Solo busco consejos. No es que tenga intención de escribir uno, pero si lo hiciera, ¿cómo serían las escenas de combate?
En mi cabeza, solo me imagino artes marciales regulares, pero ¿pueden patear/golpear paredes de ladrillo y los autos que les arrojan solo los aturden/aturden por unos segundos antes de que se recuperen y sigan luchando?
Te dare un consejo que me ayudo a inspirarme , primero imagina la pelea piensa que esta anima y te daras cuenta que detalles te faltan ya lo demas viene de tu imaginacion y si te cuesta la ortografia busca una herramienta para que puedas plasmar lo que te imaginas✌?
Rather than giving you writing advice, I'll give you advice on realism, assuming you care about that at all, if you're not going for realism, then ignore me.
As someone who's been training in various martial arts for about eight years, I can tell you a few things. One, a real fight isn't gonna last more than two minutes, tops, even with superhuman abilities.
Two, if you're going for some sort of superhero level power, I suggest making strength the least relevant factor in all that, speed and technique are vastly more useful in martial arts than raw power, and most martial artists try to avoid getting too muscular, as it can slow them down and make them easier to throw in a fight against anyone who knows grappling. You want more of a runner or a swimmer build, you don't want to be a bodybuilder.
Third, don't listen to all the nonsense about watching the eyes, you watch the waist, since you can see both their upper and lower body.
Finally, anyone who knows grappling and can fight with striking will be vastly more dangerous than anyone else in these situations. Punching and kicking are fine, but grappling doesn't care about about your speed or power, it's about leverage and positioning, so if you can simply hold out for even a small opening, a grappler is deadly to a striker. They don't even have to keep punching, they can just start dislocating and snapping every bone in your body.
Rather than giving you writing advice, I'll give you advice on realism, assuming you care about that at all, if you're not going for realism, then ignore me.
As someone who's been training in various martial arts for about eight years, I can tell you a few things. One, a real fight isn't gonna last more than two minutes, tops, even with superhuman abilities.
Two, if you're going for some sort of superhero level power, I suggest making strength the least relevant factor in all that, speed and technique are vastly more useful in martial arts than raw power, and most martial artists try to avoid getting too muscular, as it can slow them down and make them easier to throw in a fight against anyone who knows grappling. You want more of a runner or a swimmer build, you don't want to be a bodybuilder.
Third, don't listen to all the nonsense about watching the eyes, you watch the waist, since you can see both their upper and lower body.
Finally, anyone who knows grappling and can fight with striking will be vastly more dangerous than anyone else in these situations. Punching and kicking are fine, but grappling doesn't care about about your speed or power, it's about leverage and positioning, so if you can simply hold out for even a small opening, a grappler is deadly to a striker. They don't even have to keep punching, they can just start dislocating and snapping every bone in your body.
Appreciate the advice, but I'm good on the realism part. I have nearly 20 years of experience and won 2 state-wide championships under the Light-Heavyweight class, then decided I just didn't want to make a career of it in the national circuit. Still train daily, but I no longer compete. I work armed security now.
And as for bodybuilder, I was 188 pounds at 5'11. Coincidentally, if I had a weakness, it would be grappling. I earned a reputation as a striker, but as you surmised, grappling is where I lacked. I competed in 4 state tournaments, won 2 and lost 2, both losses came to being tapped out by someone who excelled in ground game, but who weren't capable of trading blows back and forth with me. Both times, I had the advantage, and then overcommitted when I realized I was winning the standing fight and it cost me.
Kneebar tapped me the first time in a semi-finals , and a straight ankle lock gave me my second loss in another tournament. Took weeks for my ankle to heal properly because I resisted for longer than was intelligent.
Here's a combat scene from my most recent chapter:
I looked everywhere. I didn’t see her.
We passed by a plain of packed grass with sparse trees and harsh sunlight overhead, and came into a dense grove of bushes with large, blue, saw-blade leaves that bloomed eight feet up from thick, tree-trunk-like roots that crisscrossed over the ground. To the right was an outcropping of rock about a hundred yards out.
And no Miyani.
A jolt of terror ripped across my skin, and my heart quickened. “Finn, put that book away and take out your bow. Everyone, take a broadhead! Right now!”
The others looked at me in shock. Bilal, Finn, and I started passing out the killing arrows.
“We are no longer training.”
That sound. That low, grinding croak that filled my nightmares, the sound of Borel getting ripped apart. It was those red-and-white vudufɪða birds. They’d gathered in the canopy overhead, hopping from tree to tree.
Approaching us.
Wood creaked.
“GET DOWN!”
A symphony of wood sliced through the air.
A man shrieked in pain.
I jumped up.
Enemy warriors crashed through the bushes towards us with blades out.
My arrow punched clean through a man's chest and out the other end bringing globs of flesh with it.
To his left, another enemy took a practice arrow to his eye. He twisted around hard and fell over.
More of our arrows found meat on the other side.
Oma Right Hook slashed his sword through a man’s neck, and Finn shot another between his eyes.
“ɣetu’a!” Enemy warriors fell back and disappeared into the bush.
Bilal nocked another arrow and fired after them.
Some of our guys ran off.
“Hold it down!” I yelled, then chased after one of them.
The runner crashed through palm leaves, shredding them on his way through. I followed his trail until I saw Daemon’s bony arse ahead of me. He looked over his shoulder, then tripped on a massive root and fell face-first into the dirt. His eyes bulged up at me and his fingers shook.
“Breathe.”
His breath was so heavy he couldn’t steady himself.
“Come on!” I took his hand. I tried to pull him up, but he winced and nearly sobbed. His whole body trembled, and his weight dragged.
“Breathe,” I said to him. “It’s OK. We have to stay together.”
A few more breaths, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Then at last, he climbed onto his trembling feet and gave out a sound somewhere between a groan and a cry. I took his hand and led him across from the rest of our men towards the direction of where another man had run off.
From where the palm bushes gave way to tall trees and dark forest, a blood-curdling scream. It was an elongated cry of total agony that echoed through the darkness.
“Stay with me!” I told Daemon and went after it.
We followed the screams until we found the shredded trail of another runner. By this time, the cries stopped, and my heart skipped. With an arrow nocked, we pressed forward much faster than I felt comfortable.
Chirps and whistles, grinding of the vudu birds high in the trees behind me, and the steady chorus of insects filled my ears, but no more sound from our man.
In the darkness of the deep jungle, I pulled branches away and found him.
Kely of Linud lay still amid piles of light-brown mud. Ants an inch long with blue stripes around their abdomens swarmed over him. They crawled into his mouth and over his eyes, carving chunks of meat from all over his body to carry down into the colony.
Daemon froze. His eyes and mouth gaped and his hands trembled.
I tugged at his arm. “We have to go.”
“But…” his lip quivered and his eyes shook, and he couldn’t pull his gaze away.
“We still have the rest of our team. Come on.”
“But…”
I led Daemon back through the forest towards where I’d left the others. But when we came to the palm bush field, the vudu birds were still in the trees. They hadn’t swooped down to claim the dead. “The fight is still going on. This way.”
Not far to my right was the rock outcropping, so I led Daemon that way, and we climbed it together. We mostly clung to trees growing out from the rock, and I used the end of my bow to probe the cracks for little green snakes until we reached the top.
Below me, the field of blue sawblade palm bushes stretched out for hundreds of yards. Bilal and the recruits had taken cover in a thick tumble of those tree-trunk roots. Finn and Kurt had their bows trained to one side, where a cluster of enemy warriors hid in the leaves. On the side closest to me, a cluster of Na’uhui men had their backs turned. They fired a volley of arrows at our guys while a cluster of enemy warriors on the far side crept closer.
More leaves from a third cluster moved. They fired another volley of arrows while the other two groups moved in.
We were surrounded.
I sent my first shot through the spine of a man’s neck. He went down, and the men next to him all turned around and scrambled for cover. As they took cover from me, Finn shot one of them in the back; the broadhead punched out from the side of his chest.
Amid the group of enemy warriors on the farthest side, I glimpsed a man’s shoulder and inferred the rest of his body. I punched my arrow through a palm leaf and was answered with a shriek of pain.
“goba!” someone yelled. Leaves rustled as men pulled back.
A man in the near cluster broke from cover and rushed sideways through the bush. Orel the Pickpocket nailed him in his butt. He tripped over a tree-trunk root and dragged himself across the forest floor.
Men scrambled away towards the far other side and withdrew into the tall trees beyond. I led one of them about two-hundred yards out and impaled the back of his head. The men around him sprinted for the dark forest beyond.
Finn shot an enemy warrior on the other side, and he went down hard.
“goba!” another man yelled, and the enemy vacated the battlefield. From my perch, one enemy warrior crouched low between two trees keeping himself barely concealed from each of us. Orel watched him with an arrow ready, as did I. After a minute, he peeked out from the trees, so I punched an arrow into his ear.
The man dragging himself with the arrow in his arse screamed as three of those red-and-white birds swooped down upon him.
I didn’t see any more enemy warriors, and those birds descended all around.
Just looking for advice. Not that I intend to write one, but if I did, what would combat scenes look like?
In my head, I just picture regular martial arts, but they can kick/punch through solid stone walls and cars being thrown at them only stuns/dazes them for a few seconds before they recover and keep fighting?
If youre interested in Wuxia/Xianxia style of story and fighting mechanics, I reccomend reading "The Undying Immortal" by Greg Tolley. One of the most deep Wuxia/Xianxia story I've ever read, with indepth worldbuilding that "make sense" with "logic" in mind.
Unfortunately, the official early chapter has been stubbed, but you can still read the deleted book 1-3 on Novelbin:
Living in a world of cultivators is like walking on the edge of a knife. If you slip, the best result is a deep cut, but...
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Yes, even when there's fight scenes occasionally, the protagonist avoid fighting from book 1-2, he only starts to learn how to fight properly in book 3.
Therefore, I reccomend skipping book 1-2, and just start right of book 3. You can start from ch114 from the start of book 3. But I reccomend skip straight to ch117 where the protag finally got his first fighting lesson, or like his fighting skill is finally being assessed.
Then you can skip straight to ch121 where Su Fang resets again, gets into academy, and the Instructor finally gives a lesson about qi fotifying.
The chapters of Ch121-ch123 pure combat+cultivation lesson, this story is basically Xianxia with strong Wuxia elements.
Ch124 are the first fight competition excersise between 'disciples', yet it has really good fight scene thats of better quality, clarity, and coherence than most low-mid level xianxia.
You can skip straight to ch126 for the fight, but I reccomend visit ch125 for a bit of Xianxia style MC choosing technique with his cheat, and then go to 126 to continue to another fight between disciples.
Basically 121-126 for the good reference Fight between disciples. In Xianxia and Wuxia, there's a clear difference between a small competition of the junior disciples, against the serious fight of the elder generation with higher cultivation.
No fighting, until ch135 where MC finally fights against the earth golem inside the Earth Peak trial. Then ch137 avoiding the fighting while doing alchemy to clear the Fire Peak trial.
Ch147 where MC trying to outscheme a schemer using his abilities, and that Leads to a short fight that was worth it to read. Ch152, the xianxia-style consequence of the fight in Ch147.
Ch162, learning how to fight like monke with fellow Earth Cultivator.
Ch163, fight against golem in Earth Peak trial, trying to get teacher that focus on 'efficient focused techniques', and weapon preparation.
Ch164 It's a group fight during mission, a Real Fight where lives where at stake.
Ch167, final fight against stage 100 golem, with mechanics between fighting and formation. Then Ch168, short marathon of fight in the path.
Ch176, battle of "soul cultivation" instead of the usual "martial prowess".
Overall, the battle are not as 'exciting' as most xianxia/wuxia, but it was a really good material to learn and reference from.
All the fighting are over in less than a single chapter, and maximum in two chapter. Yet theyre very impactful and important to the story all the same.
You'll have many question and wonder how much do you miss by skipping chapters, but you're here to learn of the technicalities of wuxia/xianxia fighting.
