This is my first fight scene-and it's not much of one really, both contestants are kind of half-hearted about it. But I'd like someone elses opinion on it...
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He launched himself at her waist and they both clattered to the floor. Sisi’s head hit the ground with a force that would have been worrying it the floor hadn’t been carpeted. Even so, it hurt.
Her right arm was trapped by Sir Lynol, leaving her left free. She reached reflexively for a weapon, found only a small cushion from the chaise longue. Lynol was on his knees now, one knee between her legs. She tried to knee him in the groin but her skirt was held fast by his knees, trapping her leg.
He reared up, freeing her arm. She reached up, caught the leg of a small table and heaved it at his head. She didn’t have the strength to do any real damage but he fell back, surprised, shielding his head. She pulled her feet up and kicked him in the stomach with all her strength. He collapsed against the daybed, retching. Sisi scrambled back, feeling sick.
She tried to get to her feet but skirts were in disarray, hampering her efforts. She found herself on her knees and tried to pull herself up using the back of the chaise longue. She felt a heavy hand grasp her forearm, pulling her down. Her hair was falling out of its bun and something shiny and metallic danced in front of her, trapped by her hair. She turned, face to face with Sir Lynol, who was pale and furious. He pulled his arm back, hand fisting. She yanked the hairpin from her hair and stabbed him in the face.
He jumped back with an oath, letting go of her arm and reaching up to cradle his cheek, but his fist jerked forward. His aim was off, and it clipped her in the eye. They both fell back.
Sisi scuttled backwards, until she had backed into the legs of a spindly table that was flush against the wall. She dragged herself up it, as it creaked ominously.
Lynol was hesitantly pulling the hairpin out of his cheek. It had gone in at an angle, scratching up his face, perilously close to his eye.
He looked up at her.
“You b***h.” He muttered, without much rancour.
“You’re not endearing yourself to me.” She said, shakily, as she reached for the elegant vase that was wobbling atop of the table. It was one of Grandmother’s favourites.
She walked over to Lynol, who looked up, confusion in his eyes. Her whole head ached.
“What-“
She smashed him over the head with the vase.
She left him groaning in the shards.
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