attacking - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There was stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. Then suddenly movement, so much force in every blow. Oliver rained blows onto Jerome as if he meant to smash him into the very earth and Jerome did the same. Each didn't just want the other dead, they wanted him smashed, obliterated, nothing left to bury.
When Kirsten opened the door there was something that made her nervous. It could have been a tincture of the wrong aroma, or the temperature being too cold - like a window had been opened in her absence. She wasn't sure. Her instinct told her to run, call Fred, ask him to come, but she decided she was being silly and walked in regardless. No sooner had she hit the light switch did a golfing iron hit her in the head. She felt the pain and saw the second blow come for her abdomen.
Attacking was what what Ned liked best. He got all his "medication" in one go, money and violence. He knew he shouldn't, knew it was wrong, but he didn't care. It was his addiction and rich people would pay good money for his "skills."
The gangs would attack as a mob. In those days of fear and hatred there was no feigning honour. Everyone wanted what they wanted and force was the accepted method. It was better to be a dog in a big group than a loner and many took that route - servitude over death. Not me and Gregor though, we swore we'd rather go down free and fighting - not that we wanted to die, we were just so committed to life we couldn't bare to see what it was becoming.
When it came to attacking we never played by "the rules." We aimed to get back to our kids in one piece and read the bedtime story. In a way we saw it as defence, just taking it to 'em when they weren't expecting it. We sat in the dark with weapons ready and picked them off before they could send a hit squad after us. Times are dark. The only freedom the authorities want now is the freedom to lock us up for non-compliance. So we comply by daylight and fight after dark.
There were no holes barred when Jess went in for the attack. She pulled out hair in handfuls, scratched, bit, kicked and head-butted. Then there was the rageful scream that paralyzed her victim's thinking, shutting them down into the fetal position to protect their vital organs and ride out the storm
It was pitch black, a crowd gathered around the castle, ready to attack any minute.
Screams broke out. The men rushed forward, shouting orders. Swords clashed. Guns fired. More shouting. More screaming. More running. The attack was fierce, efficient and deadly.