In SIDESHOW IN THE CENTER RING, my science fiction comedy of bad manners, Connie Phelan and the exclusive social circle she wants to join visit Marner, a planet where a regulated form of slavery is legal and the natives resemble bipedal cats. DAMN, that’s a long sentence! Mr.SEO isn’t going to like that. Tough.
ANYWAY, here’s a fight scene from when a slaver tries to claim Connie and she objects.
Big Fat Furry Fight Scene
I tried to shake him off, then to twist out of his grasp.
“What are you doing?”
“I claim you, in the name of the Empress. You don’t have any papers, do you? And you walked in here of your own free will, didn’t you?”
“I’ve got my passport, and I’m walking out.”
The broker threw an arm around my neck. I stomped at his instep, but he spread his legs and tightened his choke hold. I pulled at the hair on his arm, taking out fistfuls of it.
My luck, he was shedding.
“Stop it!” he said.
I punched backwards over my shoulder with my free fist, and felt it connect smack on the beezer.
He sneezed blood all over the back of my head, but he didn’t let go.
I reached up and grabbed his arm, then dropped – dead weight, and quite a bit of it, on that one point. Budhi flipped over, as nice as you please. It had been years since I’d done any street fighting; it was gratifying to know I hadn’t lost the touch.
Budhi was fast, though. He tucked and rolled when he fell and, before I could get to my knees, he was up. He knocked me flat again, and knelt on the small of my back.
As I kicked and twisted and tried to heave myself up or push myself forward, he wrapped something around my wrists, and pulled it tight.
He slapped my head, and I felt a line of needles rake my scalp. He held his hand down near my eyes, so I could see my blood and hair on his claws. “See what you made me do?” he said. “Now, are you going to be still, or do you want me to get rough?”
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Were you or your main character ever in a knock-down, drag-out fight?