Topic: Too many exclamation marks?
I've read more than once not to overuse exclamation marks. Below is a tense scene that uses eleven, which I normally wouldn't do. Is it too many? Where would you cut some? Connor is just a teenager, which adds to the tension.
A Swiss Guard approached the group. “I have a message for Connor.”
“I’m Connor.”
The guard’s irises turned fiery red, and he rammed a dagger into Connor’s gut. The guard withdrew the blade and prepared to strike again.
Romano and De Rosa jumped the guard as Campagna drew her weapon.
Connor cried out and fell. He covered his wound with his hands, but blood flowed around them.
The guard howled and threw off both men like rag dolls.
Her shot clear, Campagna opened fire. The guard fought to reach her, but she kept firing, slowing his approach. As she emptied her magazine, he collapsed and a ghostly apparition rose from his body. It roared at Connor, then fled. The demon body dissolved.
De Rosa shed his jacket and tore off his shirt. He used it to apply pressure to Connor’s wound.
Other Swiss Guards came running, guns drawn.
Campagna ejected her empty magazine and replaced it with another. She held her pistol ready. “Stay back!”
“Put your gun down! Now!” one of the guards commanded her.
“Stand down!” De Rosa cried. “She’s Polizia di Stato.”
Campagna and the guards lowered their weapons together. One of them radioed for an ambulance.
The cardinals exited the conference room warily.
Romano and Campagna knelt beside Connor.
“He’s bleeding out!” De Rosa said. “Connor, can you stem the flow?”
He crossed himself and began to pray. After a short time, he said, “It’s not working!”
Romano glanced at the dagger, its handle inscribed with the Latin word “Antichristus.” He turned to Father Luca. “That’s a demonic blade. Your holy water. Quickly!”
Luca poured it on the wound.
The water began to glow on Connor’s skin and the bleeding slowed.
De Rosa said, “It’s working.” He reapplied pressure.
Connor paled and his lips turned blue. His eyes rolled up in his head.
“Stay with us, Connor!” Campagna cried.
His eyes closed and his hands fell to his sides. His wound ceased to bleed.
Campagna felt for a pulse. “Damn!” She began chest compressions.
“His halo is fading,” Song said. He turned to his fellow cardinals. “Pray!”
“Connor!” De Rosa roared.
Thanks
Dirk