See also: Fight and Battle Scenes post from December. (Which I now realize should be Fighting and Battle Scenes . . .)
TR doesn’t have as many fights as CSH did, but it has some. I think technically I completed the biggest one yet over the weekend, though it doesn’t feel like it. There are a few reasons for this.
a.) I wrote it crappy [very likely]
b.) It’s told from the POV of someone who doesn’t really fight
c.) It’s less of a battle scene and more of a carnage-happenin’ shindig thinger.
Anyway, my four main characters have officially merged together—I didn’t even realize that was happening until I finished chapter 18, despite the fact that it says so blatantly (in orange, mind you) in my outline. Surprise for the author! This story just got more interesting. (And by interesting, I mean difficult.)
I think even Siper from TOS could fight more than Esrov, and she grew up in a monastery. Ha.
Excerpt of the day:
Jinx’s face had turned sour. He stepped forward, snatching the collar of Esrov’s shirt in his hand, pulling their faces together. “What good? This is balance. This is poor men taking back what is rightfully theirs, fighting against a world that brutally beat them again and again. Surely you can see that. After all, you’re the one who made it possible.”
“No, no . . .” he trailed, shaking his head. Jinx released him and Esrov fell to his knees, hands clutching his gray hair. He could still hear faint screams over the fire’s consumption. He could still see bodies in the street from where innocent men had fallen. My fault. It’s all my fault.
Tears poured from the corners of his eyes, mixing with sweat and pattering to the hot cobblestone. “What have I done?” he whispered.