The text below is taken from my first published short story, Death’s Messengers, which is in the Grimm and Grimmer Volume Two anthology by Fringe Works. Enjoy what you read, and buy the book!
Death sidestepped, brushing the kick aside with the outside of his right arm, slashing outwards with his left hand at the giant’s exposed ribs. The kick slammed into the wall, actually sending a deep boom along the corridor and causing dust to drift down from the ceiling.
The outward slash met with a dropped elbow, forearm meeting forearm and driving Death down and forward, the momentum threatening to unbalance him, he had bare milliseconds to decide whether to go with it or try to regain his balance. A huge left hook from the giant decided it for him. Going with the momentum provided by the giant’s downward block, Death bent at the waist, placing his left hand on the ground and whipping his right foot up and over into a scorpion kick.
The giant roared, ‘What are you waiting for? Click the damn link and buy the book!’ Actually he didn’t. But that’s all you’re going to get.