I knew I would have to do it eventually. It’s video game fanfiction. There will have to be fighting. Things need to be killed. People need to be hurt.
Writing combat scenes is a new thing for me. I sat there, staring at my screen, knowing what I had to do but not knowing how to do it. Finally I just told myself, somebody has to shoot somebody else, here. Pulling that first trigger was difficult. I’m not a pacifist, by any means. Anyone who knows me will say, when it comes to arguments, I am one of the first ones to jump into the middle of things. Getting myself to actually write a combat scene where people (or similar beings) were going to die was a different thing though. As the creator, the all-knowing god of my work, embracing violence for the sake of violence with the intention of extinguishing the life of multiple characters seemed so… uncaring, even within the boundaries of a video game.
It happened though. I did it. I wrote the first combat scene and managed to not destroy my own soul in the process.
And yes, it did get easier to kill more things after that first one.