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Aug 2024

My newest novel opens with an action sequence


Move fast. Don’t think, just hurry.

Good thing I always cut the tags off my sweatshirts anyway.

Peeling off the heavy sweaty thing till I’m wearing no more than my tatty sports top and jeans, I turn the red hoodie inside out, exposing its fluffy white underbelly, and pull it back on in record time - i.e. before anyone but one elderly woman who I accidentally elbow seems to notice me. She looks at me sideways, but I’ve honestly reached a point of panic beyond caring.

Okay, jeans are fine, everyone wears jeans, no one should suspect that.

Hurriedly, I shake my hair out of the high ponytail as we arrive at the second floor. Three people step off, but nobody else gets on.

Nevermind, we can still work with this. At least there’s a bit more space now for me to see myself in the reflection.

Tying my tresses into a low ponytail, I roll my hair under itself the way Judith taught me and secure it with a sturdy pin, giving my waist length hair the appearance of a short bob.

Cute. Too bad I don’t have the liberty to wear my hair like this just for fun. When I was little, and this happened, Grammy cut off my pigtails.

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My current story lacks any of that, but the comic I plan to follow it up with will.




"Of Lowlifes, Lutes, & Liars" opens with a well-deserved thrashing of a stuck-up, snobby nobleman's son. If that doesn't set the tone, I dunno what will. :rofl:

A mouthful of crimson spit stained the dried cobblestones in front of her as the stricken youth shambled to her feet in the disused alleyway. She licked the split lip and examined the blotchy pale lilac skin with a bare hand before bracing herself for another attack. She'd been taken by surprise moments before and refused to receive additional blows.

“Give us your d****d money, you lowlife freak!” A brash, roguish human with patchy black stubble demanded compliance from the pummeled Outsider. “Hand it over!”

this is where being a DnD Dm came in handy when I started to write, I just go to one of my maps place some tokens and think of the actions the characters and enemies would take, most of my works involve action or fighting so I'm always working on different ways of saying "they cut" "they puch" or "they kick" I defiantly have fun when I write action almost as much fun as when I write comedy right after it.

There are plenty of action scenes in my story. One is the fight between Erik and Emperor Telisconius.

I'm still not sure how much action is needed in an Action Fantasy series, but here's my first action segment in the my AF Tourney entry:

"Miss, if you can't fight, get away right now." Turning away from that piercing stare, I waved my free hand towards no particular direction. As long as the girl was out of sight—and therefore out of my responsibility—it didn't really matter where she hid.

She didn't need to be told twice. And thank the Heavens the girl had some common sense despite her lack of powers; because the moment she was gone, a loud blast reverberated throughout the town square, sending explosive shockwaves that splintered the granite slabs covering the walkway into hundreds of pieces, and causing several buildings to crumble.

Another blur of movement caught my eye, and I somehow managed to throw myself to the side just in time to evade the human-shaped missile that bulldozed through a three-storeyed tavern that once stood proud behind me. That maneuver also created more shockwaves that rattled the structures behind it.

A sonic boom.

aye, balance is hard lol

I find that part of the challenge stems from the fact that threshold for an Action genre is much higher than Fantasy lol.

With the latter, you can just have talking animals, and/or people having magical abilities, and it can qualify as a Fantasy series even if the magical aspects is very lowkey, or used in mundane ways.

But with Action, I'm sure you'll need more than just one or two fight scenes. But having an action sequence every other chapter is probably going to be tiresome.

yeah, I have fantasy stories where the only fantasy elements are special drinks or herbs, but with action it has to be a lot more intensity lol

Kiet’s jaw tightened, but his voice was as calm and cold as ever. “It looks like I need to remind them who I am.”

With that, Kiet stepped out of the car, his every movement deliberate and precise. The men around him tensed, their weapons raised, but Kiet showed no sign of fear. Instead, he exuded an air of lethal confidence, the kind that came from years of commanding respect through fear and strength.

The leader of the group, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, brandishing a knife with a wicked grin. “You’re surrounded, Rattanakorn. You think you can take all of us?”

Kiet’s gaze flicked over the crowd, assessing them with cold calculation. “I don’t think,” he replied, his voice dripping with disdain. “I know.”

And with that, the tension snapped.

The leader lunged first, his knife aimed directly at Kiet’s chest. But Kiet was faster—much faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it with brutal force. There was a sickening crack as the knife clattered to the ground, and before the man could react, Kiet delivered a swift punch to his throat, sending him crumpling to the pavement, gasping for air.

The other men surged forward, their numbers overwhelming, but Kiet was a force of nature. He moved with a lethal grace, each strike precise and devastating. He disarmed one man with a quick twist of the wrist, using the stolen knife to slash through another attacker’s arm. A gunshot rang out, but Kiet was already ducking, the bullet whizzing past his ear as he swept the legs out from under another assailant.

Arhit watched in stunned silence from the car, his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. He knew Kiet was capable, but seeing him in action like this was something entirely different. It was like watching a predator among prey—each movement was fluid, efficient, and deadly.

The men kept coming, but Kiet was relentless. He took a gun from one of the fallen men and fired off three quick shots, each one hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. Another man charged at him with a knife, but Kiet caught his wrist mid-strike, driving the blade into the attacker’s own chest before shoving him aside.

Blood splattered across the pavement, the air thick with the sounds of grunts, gunshots, and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. But Kiet remained untouched, his expression as cold and detached as ever. He moved like a man possessed, his rage channeled into every brutal strike.

One of the last remaining men, seeing the carnage around him, hesitated, his gun shaking in his hands. Kiet didn’t give him a chance to reconsider. In one swift motion, he grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him into the side of the car, disarming him with a quick twist and a knee to the stomach.

The man crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath, as Kiet loomed over him, the gun pointed at his head. “Tell your boss,” Kiet said, his voice low and menacing, “that if he wants a war, he’d better be prepared to lose everything.”

The prologue of The Flame Beyond the Horizon is an epic chase/action sequence. I have a lot of fun doing these kinds of scenes. They can be hard to do, sure, but when they come out right, and the flow is intense, I know I done good. :hohoho:

Here's a taste:
(translations of the Sarathian language are provided in the author's notes in the episodes)

“Co-Bieasah!”
Coby glanced back in time to see another flash of the spear come flying at him. He juked out of the way, inches from being shot through the right side of his tail.
Da-Hana laughed, a malicious, evil sound that deepened Coby’s fear and panic. His muscles tensed and he gripped the bundle tightly in his fist. He knew the hunter wouldn’t kill him; he was needed alive for the trade to be successful. That didn’t mean he couldn’t maim him.
“Ghenta!” Coby shouted with desperation, the fear making the plea in his voice tremble. “Ghenta ikae!”
Da-Hana and his men just laughed at him, firing off another round of blasts. Coby dodged and dived around each one, spiraling out of the way as he clawed at the water, trying to reach the surface and away from his former friends and tribesmen.
The surface! I must get to the surface! Once there, I can run to the temple to the south and notify the king! He can—
“Ack!” Another shot tore through his back and out his stomach, spinning him end over end. He twisted into a ball, clutching his middle, only to have another shot tear through the side of his tail, blasting away a chunk of blue meat, turning it into bloody atoms in the water. He screamed, twitching violently as the water turned red around him.
“Konta-ma,” Da-Hana snarled, his sharp teeth glistening in the underwater light.
No… Coby thought, his gaze turning back to the safety of the rippling water above him. You don’t…not yet. I won’t let you have me or the sacred item!
He righted himself and, with the last reserves of his energy driven into his mutilated tail making it glow, he made one final push to freedom. The energy gave him the speed he needed, numbed the pain that lanced through his body, and bolstered his confidence in his success.
A dark shadow fell over him, bringing him to a sudden halt with a petrified gasp. He winced as a white-hot fire shot from his wounds.
Da-Hana laughed with malice more vile than those that came before.
<There’s nowhere to hide, acolyte!> The hunter snarled. <They’ve come for you!>

https://tapas.io/episode/32650832

aye, a good action sequence is great to read but hard to write imao lol

I never know at this point, I don't usually write action. I write romance, slice of life and spec fic

I finally tried my best to write a whole fight that lasted a whole chapter (the 9th), and I like to think it worked, but I’ll let readers decide that lol