It’s almost upsetting how much I like these.
It’s almost upsetting how much I like these.
We’re gonna die,
It’s just a matter of time.
Hard times come,
Good times go.
This is a really good article about how quickly people actually die from cuts and punctures inflicted by swords and knives. However, it’s really really long and I figured that since I was summarizing for my own benefit I’d share it for anyone else who is writing fiction that involves hacking and slashing your villain(s) to death. If you want the nitty gritty of the hows and whys of this, you can find it at the original source.
…even in the case of mortal wounds, pain may not reach levels of magnitude sufficient to incapacitate a determined swordsman.
Causes of death from stabs and cuts:
- massive bleeding (exsanguination) - most common
- air in the bloodstream (air embolism)
- suffocation (asphyxia)
- air in the chest cavity (pneumothorax)
- infectionStabbing vs cutting:
- Stabbing someone actually takes very little force if you don’t hit bone or hard cartilage.
- The most important factor in the ease of stabbing is the velocity of the blade at impact with the skin, followed by the sharpness of the blade.
- Stabbing wounds tend to close after the weapon is withdrawn.
- Stabbing wounds to muscles are not typically very damaging. Damage increases with the width of the blade.
- Cutting wounds are typically deepest at the site of initial impact and get shallower as force is transferred from the initial swing to pushing and pressing.
- Cutting wounds have a huge number of factors that dictate how deep they are and how easily they damage someone: skill, radial velocity, mass of the blade, and the size of the initial impact.
- Cutting wounds along the grain of musculature are not typically very damaging but cutting wounds across the grain can incapacitate.
Arteries vs veins:
- Severed veins have almost zero blood pressure and sometimes even negative pressure. They do not spurt but major veins can suck air in causing an air embolism.
- Cutting or puncturing a vein is usually not fatal.
- Severed arteries have high blood pressure. The larger arteries do spurt and can often cause death due to exsanguination.
Body parts as targets:
- Severing a jugular vein in the neck causes an air embolism and will make the victim collapse after one or two gasps for air.
- Severing a carotid artery in the neck cuts off the blood supply to the brain but the victim may be conscious for up to thirty seconds.
- Stabbing or cutting the neck also causes the victim to aspirate blood that causes asphyxiation and death.
- Severing a major abdominal artery or vein would cause immediate collapse, but this takes a fairly heavy blade and a significant amount of effort because they are situated near the spine.
- Abdominal wounds that only impact the organs can cause death but they do not immediately incapacitate.
- Severing an artery in the interior of the upper arm causes exsanguination and death but does not immediately incapacitate.
- Severing an artery in the palm side of the forearm causes exsanguination and death but does not immediately incapacitate.
- Severing the femoral artery at a point just above and behind the knee is the best location. Higher up the leg it is too well protected to easily hit. This disables and will eventually kill the victim but does not immediately incapacitate.
- Cutting across the muscles of the forearm can immediately end the opponent’s ability to hold their weapon.
- Cutting across the palm side of the wrist causes immediate loss of ability to hold a weapon.
- Stab wounds to the arm do not significantly impact the ability to wield a weapon or use it.
- Cuts and stab wounds to the front and back of the legs generally do not do enough muscle damage to cause total loss of use of that leg.
- Bone anywhere in the body can bend or otherwise disfigure a blade.
- The brain can be stabbed fairly easily through the eyes, the temples, and the sinuses.
- Stabs to the brain are more often not incapacitating.
The lungs as targets:
- Slicing into the lung stops that lung from functioning, but the other lung continues to function normally. This also requires either luck to get between the ribs or a great deal of force to penetrate the ribs.
- Stabbing the lung stops that lung from functioning, but the other lung continues to function normally. It is significantly easier to stab between ribs than to slice.
- It is possible to stab the victim from the side and pass through both lungs with an adequate length blade. It is very unlikely that this will happen with a slicing hit.
- “Death caused solely by pneumothorax is generally a slow process, occurring as much as several hours after the wound is inflicted.”
- Lung punctures also typically involve the lung filling with blood, but this is a slow process.
The heart as a target:
I’m just going to quote this paragraph outright with a few omissions and formatting changes for clarity because it’s chock-full of good info:
…[stabbing] wounds to the heart the location, depth of penetration, blade width, and the presence or absence of cutting edges are important factors influencing a wounded duelist’s ability to continue a combat.
- Large cuts that transect the heart may be expected to result in swift incapacitation…
- …stab wounds, similar to those that might be inflicted by a thrust with a sword with a narrow, pointed blade may leave a mortally wounded victim capable of surprisingly athletic endeavors.Essentially, the heart can temporarily seal itself well enough to keep pressure up for a little while if it’s a simple stab. The arteries around the heart, while they are smaller and harder to hit, actually cause incapacitation much more quickly.
I mentioned this post in a panel I was at today, so for the people who might have started following me because I said I’d dig it up, here you go!
I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR AGES, I THOUGHT I HAD JUST MADE IT UP INSIDE MY HEAD
[Left at the last address Quetzal gave. ]
back on the island for a bit.
business: the kind what’s time and location-dependent. not gonna be able to leave what’s going on too much, but free hours are inevitable anyway.
i know it’s been a long damn while and i’m sorry on that. got excuses for it but that ain’t much of a matter when what’s happened is happened.
fuck, dunno if you’re even still staying here.
my number’s the same. might not pick up right away. business, again. but i’ll get back to you. you call and i’ll call back.
you decide not to and i’ll just have to go talking to myself. figure that’s a solid backup plan. figure i got practice. figure you make for more interesting conversation, though.
hope you’re keeping on with your end of the deal.
[ A few marked out sentences, and a doodle of some sort of wiry canine. ]
The orders were simple:
Find, follow. Intercept.
He stands in the shadows of a parking garage, smoking and waiting for a delivery that’s never going to arrive. The woman was a decoy, the goods that she sought little more than his own redirection.
Her blackberry chirps as each new text rolls in, but he doesn’t bother to read them. He already knows what they’ll say. She’s late. She’s late, and it’s been noticed. It doesn’t matter. He still has time before they come for her.
No one gives a shit about the target duck.
Dmitriy stubs out the cigarette, stepping carefully around the body on the floor. It’s almost a disappointment. You slit a throat in New York City, and you sort of expect someone to care.
They did before. After China. After he talked. A day after spilling and the calls started coming in: untraceable numbers buzzing with blue blue words.
Invitations — New York. He didn’t accept, but that didn’t matter. It was enough for them to remind him. Enough to make the threat clear.
We see you, and we’re watching. If you come to our house then you’ll play by our rules. Behave.
He’s never been too good at that, but somehow he’s good at this now. He’s too good and he only gets better.
Each time, it seems the stripes stitch themselves on as he sleeps. Some darning-needle proboscis uncurls, and he wakes to find the way that they look at him has shifted anew.
The butterflies come closer to him now, their fragile wings hovering almost within reach. He’s stopped bumping shoulders in the hallways, and the food in his pan no longer burns. His dice always come up even.
Scarred and shabby in the clothes of a king, he cannot remember the last time that he painted.
A flash of light sweeps to the left of him, six white feet of broad bright beam. Red and black trail just behind; a cross in the dark.
For a moment, he almost looks familiar.
Dmitriy turns away. It’s time for him to leave, there’s other work to do.
Salmon Island. He knows what it means. Close the ends, close the circle. Close a life.
He can do that. He’s good at that.