I'm about to write the closest thing I've ever done to a proper fight scene, so I'll try sketching out an outline of it here. This is just a summary, so don't expect much stylistic quality
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The location is a run-down strip club, not long after the world has begun to fall apart—not quite a brothel, if only for legal reasons, but not exactly high-class either. The initial defenders are a very large, slightly stupid furless quadruped of unknown origin, and the unnamed bouncer who uses it as a guard animal. The attackers are ten spider-like creatures, with blades at the ends of their limbs, and a pudgy, balding man who gives them orders.
The quadruped doesn't last long, and the bouncer dies with it. Patrons and employees of the club run every which way, but the spiders are already guarding the available fire exits. Few of the people present have any means of defense, and none are quite certain how to react to an attack by spider-monsters. It threatens to become a slaughter.
A nerdy-looking fellow, who had been sitting alone in the corner, seems unsurprised by this turn of events. He pulls a kitchen knife from under his jacket, and with inhuman speed, he slashes at the flesh of a spider that's about to kill one of the patrons. The wound heals almost instantly—the spiders don't die that easily—but he doesn't seem to care as he rushes past another spider and slashes it as well, then another, moving too quickly for them to catch up to him, drawing their attention as he approaches the pudgy man.
The pudgy man merely waves his hand, and the nerd is slammed backwards, bleeding from his mouth and nose. "Who the fuck was that?" he asks the air. "Judith, are you watching this?"
The pudgy man watches the body for a telltale breath, but doesn't see one. His attention is soon distracted by a patron attempting to reach the exit. "Sneaky, but not sneaky enough—"
The nerd's knife goes halfway through his neck.
"The Go! International Karving Knife
cuts through even the toughest meats!" the nerd crows, his face bizarrely serious. "And it's available free with your purchase of three hundred dollars or more of cutlery!" Within a moment, his expression cracks. "I did it! I fucking did it! I killed a fucking demon! I hope you are
watching this, you old hag!" Humans and monsters alike gape at him as he doubles over laughing.
edited 10th Dec '11 7:39:41 PM by feotakahari