I can whip you up a hell of a fight scene and I won’t need some fucking metaphor for that. Like sure I could start trying to impress you with my ability to make one thing seem like another but will you really care that I described the sun like it was a tangerine? If anything, you ought to be skeptical of my attempts to confuse the way you order your thoughts. It starts with street lights being will o’ the wisps, and ends with you trying to eat your partner’s lips because you heard me describe them as “ripe.”
Instead, how about some cool fucking swords? Laser swords. Swords made of ice. How about a big ass sword with navigator stars all over it that you can shoot at anyone who manages to deflect the sword part, which is itself practically impossible because it’s also an interdimensional sword that cuts only the flesh of narcissists? Writing is about coming up with the best swords, not prose. Publishers will be looking for your sword descriptions, so if you are serious about this whole writing thing you WILL cut it out with the prose and you WILL cut it IN with a cool angstrom-fiber blade.
I’m always impressed if an author can write an action scene that isn’t boring as fuck. Joe Abercrombie can do it rather well. Most authors avoid them all together because it’s notoriously hard to do.