An experienced writer is one who has advanced their skills in the craft. Better skill in the craft enables you to better formulate your "raw creativity/talent" into something more.
Consider an amateur writer. We'll use my fiancee for example. She's a great story teller, but her writing skills lack... Polish. She's been telling stories for decades, but hasn't actually attempted to write anything polished since high school. A small excerpt from her new Apex Legends fanfic.
He got her attention again. Wraith turned and walked back figuring that she ran away, “That's done, now for that face.”
Octane forced himself onto his front and was going to crawl until Wraith came and grabbed his vest. She dragged him to the wall and forced him to sit up against it. It was the best way to get all the headgear he wore off and a good look at his face.
He used the energy he had left to try and put a fight and prevent giving her what she wanted. He couldn’t make it where he wanted before he would bleed out now. His eyesight began to fade in and out before being forced against the wall.
Ajay was counting the seconds mentally of how long she would have to get to him before he died. If this didn’t work she would die with him. She entered in from the other door kicking it open and rushing in. She managed to punch Wraith forcing her off him and back towards the other door now. She managed to get another hit in before Wraith on her own backed up enough to put herself in the doorway.
Lifeline threw her last arc star managing to stick her with it and punching her once more off the pathway. She watched it explode on the way down only standing there long enough to confirm she was dealt with.
Now, if you've played Apex Legends, you'd know it's a fast-paced hero-focused battle royale PVP shooter and could possibly appreciate the brevity in the writing. This is about 30% stylistic choice, 70% "I don't write action well, I write smut scenes". It's written for people who already know the game. They'd be able to visualize what actually happened that fight, which is why she isn't too worried about it in its current state..
Conversely, if a writer with a bit more polish wrote that section of the fight, it might look something like this. (Note: this example is going to reference that he was shanked with Wraith's void dagger, which in her fic can disrupt the "bannering"/resurrection of people and actually kill them.)
Wraith kept the peacekeeper aimed at the door for a few seconds. She kept her head slightly cocked, listening for any signs of Lifeline returning. Satisfied, she pivoted on her heel, bringing her attention back to Octane. "Now... That face."
Octane kept pressure on the gaping hole in his side as he rolled onto his front, gritting his teeth as he did his best to avoid bleeding out. If only I hadn't lost my legs, he thought bitterly to himself, Ajay, don't be dead. He did his best, but there was only so far he could go by dragging himself with a single arm.
Wraith caught up with him easily, grabbing his vest and flipping him over. She considered him for a brief moment before dragging his bleeding ass to the wall and shoving him against it. He struggled, until she kicked him in the gut and forced him back upright with her boot. She leaned in, pressing against the wound as she reached for his mask.
Octane for his part made a valiant effort. Whether it was pure determination, the residuals of the stims in his system, or just plain stubbornness, he was preventing her from taking off his mask. Batting her hands away, twisting, leaning, anything to prevent her from her from attaining her goal. Wraith didn't mind, he was getting weaker every second. It wasn't long before Octane blew through what little energy he had left, he knew this was it. His vision first blurred, then started fading in and out.
Ajay Che, amor.... Lo siento.
Lifeline took a deep, steadying breath. Seven... Eight... Nine.... Ten! She booted the door open with all the fury of Bangalore trapped in behind a door blocked by Caustic's gas, and sprinted at the pair. She was more focused than even Bloodhound when they smelled blood. If she couldn't actually save Octavio, she'd let the sci-fi ninja bitch end her too. Wraith's head snapped up as the voices from the void gave their warning. It was too late, Lifeline's look of anger and determination left her momentarily off balance. The sound of bone on bone resonated through Cage as Wraith staggered off Octane towards the opposite door.
Never one to waste an opportunity, Lifeline dropped into a slide, springing off the ground with a vicious uppercut. Wraith's block did little more than angle Lifeline's punch from what would've been her chin and into her solar plexus. Wraith staggered back before strafing while drawing out her peacekeeper.
Lifeline chased, leaping over the low-angled shotgun blast that Wraith was expecting another dash-slide uppercut. Boot met face, sending Wraith reeling. Wraith never noticed Lifeline pulling out the glowing metal shuriken after the uppercut. She certainly noticed it now as the thing stuck in her left shoulder, the lights glowing brighter as she mis-stepped.
Lifeline stood on the edge of the walkway, watching Wraith explode in mid air as she fell. She devoted a few seconds watching Wraith's prone body for any signs of movement. twenty six... twenty seven... twenty eight... She spun on her heel, grabbing her D.O.C drone out of its holster on her thigh as she walked back over to her childhood friend.
If I wasn't sitting on over twenty years of writing fight scenes, I wouldn't have been able to get that granular, and even then it's a half-assed half-asleep first draft. I know exactly where I'd put in a few more sensory cues if I could be bothered.... Do people prefer it over the simpler, quicker read? That's a matter of preference for the reader, and I know from experience both have an audience that would enjoy them.