When you start to write a fight, the words you choose matter less than the anger behind them. What you’re looking for is something that gets your blood boiling so much that you don’t even remember writing it. Kind of like an actual fight.
I could go on at you about certain language and pacing to use, but I won’t. It’s your fight; you win it. Win it any low-down dirty animal way you know how when that mysterious superpower called Adrenalin kicks in. And listen to this while you do it, because it’s fucking magical for digging up all that anger you’ve got going on underneath. Now fucking write.